Remembering Little Things

This morning seems to be a time for remembering old times. Times when as a young one, I thought everything was beautiful and bright. And little things were a big deal to me. They must have been for me to remember so clearly.

I remember my grandpa coming home and sneaking me a Hershey Bar when nobody was there to see him. Ummm, that chocolate tasted sooo good. I've never lost my hankering for all things chocolate.

Remember the roller skates that we had to strap on to keep them on our feet. I was always falling and scraping my knees. That was the time I discovered the hidden bandages and would wrap them around my knees, holding them on with elastic bands. Imagine my amazement to learn they were for another purpose, one I hadn't experinced yet and once I knew what they were, the embarrassment that over took me. No wonder the older kids laughed but wouldn't tell me what was so funny.

I remember having my ears and neck burned by my mom when she used the old curling irons that you heated on the stove top. Man my ears had blisters at times. And you could smell my hair burning as it frizzed up and later broke off. I looked like I'd stuck my finger in a light socket! And the Perms, oh to be sitting with a smelly cap while my eyes burned and tears ran down my cheeks from the smell of ammonia. All that to be beautiful so the box said, Toni, for beautiful hair.

I don't know why my mom tried to make me look like other girls. I just didn't have enough hair and I was homely with the stupid glasses with winglike frames. Looking back to one day years ago, I hid all those pictures of me. The boys can find them long after I'm gone and they will laugh until they cry. They were that bad. And they WILL laugh.

My clothes were mostly hand me downs but I didn't mind. I had two cousins, Joan and Barb whose clothes were always the best in my eyes. I treated them like gold. The clothes my mom bought me were either a fushia plaid or lime green. When I put that stomach turning green sweater or dress on, my skin would turn yellow. OMG, it definitely is not my color. To this day I cannot stand anything even close to that shade of green. I'll walk in the stores and see curtains, etc. and will utter the word, "ACK". Hubby always gets a chuckle. For some reason, it seemed to be the color this year. They can have it!

I remember the penny candies. Root beer barrels, wax bottles with sweet syrup inside. Ooh, makes me shiver just to think of them now. The cream filberts that looked like little snow balls were a favorite also. My mom loved them too and I just saw them in The Vermont Country Store catalog priced at $16.98 a pound! Yikes...

The gum, Blackjack, Teaberry, Beeman's and Clove were my favorites. Then I was given a piece of Juicy Fruit and I was in love. Most likely because it was so sweet. Also Walnettos, chewy carmels with chopped walnuts in them. They were my little Granny's favorite. I guess I should stop now because I'm salivating and don't want to get my computer keys wet.

And what about the old oil cloth table covers. Their smell was so strong and they lasted forever. Now you have to have big bucks to buy one. Of course they are also in the Vermont Country Store catalog. That book sure does bring back the memories.

Speaking of memories, I remember today is hubby's birthday and I'd better get my butt off this chair and fix him something special for breakfast.

Have a great day everyone.

Hugs