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I also remember listening to Edward Murrow reporting the war from London on the nightly news and everyone in the community comming to our house to listen in the woodshed because it sat on a hill and that was the only good reception one got and listening to a radio that only got that first station KDKA Pittsburgh and the Steelers and the Pirates were the big talk of the day. Noone played golf or tennis(Noone even knew how or where> and a dance was a squeare dance instead of a formal type and Frank Sinatra was that skinny boy from Hoboken who had a voicce to make women melt and tear his ties off his very neck. Hi song Nancy with the Laughing Face made you cry. Outhouses really had Sears cataogs in and a cutout hole shaped like a halfmoon. The garden was planted blizzard or not. Peas onions and potatoes always went in on St Patricks day without fail. Everyone got mumps chickenpocks measles and a vaccination before school. One started to school at five. You walked to the bushouse no matter how far it was and Mom or Dad didnt go woth you or pick you up.Chores at night included helping with getting in wood and coal and taking out the ashes and hot water bottles predated electric blankets or even hot bricks wrapped in towels and when the flu hit Vicks Vaporub was the cure And then Kraft came out with a 20 cent wonder a macaroni and cheese meal all in a box/ Spam in the can was considered a treat for a meal and beans and potatoes were stap[le foods at most every meal/ You worked hard and raised your own and the kids worked in the garden pulling weeds too and washing jars and keeping the fire under the number three washtub while the beans canned in it. People plowed with a hand plow or a horse or just plain spaded up the whole garden no atter how big it was and when you did get to visit you always came home with some homemade dills or watermelon pickles dyed green or red for Christmas and a ddelicacy for sure. Or you came home with cuttings or starts or bulbs or fans and you always took something to the people you were visiting too. You took care of the widows in the neighborhood and if someones barn burnt the men for miles areound rebuilt it and thrashing time was a real treat because everyone cooked their biggest meals for the thrasher crews. The smokehouse held ham and venison and there were chickens and hogs in everyones backyard. A horse was for working not riding. A good spring was a blessing. Anyone else got memories ?

Good grief, I thought you were telling my life story! And then I noticed you left out the part about dipping water from a spring before we finally got a well, and the mosquito nets over the beds because we slept with the windows open to let any breeze through, and shucking the corn to grind it for the chickens or to make our own meal, and cranking the car at the front end, then running to jump in before it got to rolling too fast, and the old straight chairs with cow hide seats sitting in the back of the truck with the hay and corn going to town to sell it and buy a few things with our ration stamps. I shall return, got to rest after that trip down memory lane.

Aimee...LOL, it's nice to take a trip down memory lane ,isn't it? And Frank Sinatra too! Whew!!!

Actually, I was more of an Ernest Tubb fan, never heard of Frank until much later.

We listened to the Screeching Door and the Shadow on the radio and Fibber abd Molly and also for music on Saturday nights we got the WWVA Jamboree from Wheeling WVA and once in awhie country stars would come by and do a local show in anoldd pavilion. When the news was on at six oclock the whole family stopped and listened-no noise because it was a time for connectiong with an outside world we just quite didnt understand. Roosevelts fireside chat was important. The mail didnt bring junk mail amd the only telephone in the whole mt was a hand crank phone that connecte d two farms-the line is still hanging there after all these years. I drove by ob Sunday

Shirley, it deserves to be photographed, with something modern nearby, like a new car, a cell phone in the driver's hand.