As I was going thru some , stored and forgotten
things, I came across this old trunk.As I opened it my mind started racing back thru time,The 45 record took me to the very early 60s, to some very great and memorable times,with songs like puff the magic dragon.blue navy blue,and itsy bitsy pokadot bikini. Fun games such as double dutch rope,(my favorite) ,pogo sticks and home made stilts,dipping tooth picks in cinnimon and tieing string around the leg of a june bug to hear the sound,then swinging on a rope that was tied to a limb of our" big pine tree" at the edge of our bank swinging way out over the black top and back.Then after dark on a great summer nite, catching fire flies , playing red light green light and hide and seek.I would love getting together with some nearby friends ,having a quarter and running to the neighbor hood store for some penny candy, a pepsi for 10 cts, chips for a dime and a candy bar for a nickel. On weekends, we would stay in late and watch cartoons such as Popeye,Elmer Fudd.Mr. Mcgoo( loved that blind guy)oh yes those were defintely the days, Friday nites we would cuddle up on the sofa and watch scarry movies such as Warewolf,Drakula,Twightlight Zone,Alfred Hitchcock,and be so scared, we would hide our face under the covers and not have the 1st inkling how scarry movies could really get today.... Sunday mornings,we would go to Sunday School or Bible School,,Then there was the country winter snows where we would concider it a treat to make snow cream, go sledding down a hill on a cardboard box, we would have on layers and layers of clothes, and when we would get to cold from playing we would retreat to the house, where grandpa would have the old coal stove red hot and we would shed all the layers of outer clothing and take the clumps of snow stuck to our clothes and throw it on the stove and have fun watching it melt,and at nite you would look out at nite before going to bed, seeing the falling snow under a light and feel so very safe and close your eyes to the happy thoughts of the following day...and then as I looked more into the old trunk,I found a news clipping of John Kennedy Jr,taking me to 1963.Where things began changing.The country lost a very loved president John Kennedy Sr,and I lost one of the most precious people in my life,My grandmother Sarah Jane Holsinger ,whom was a great inspiration in my life.As I continued to look on, I recklected about how in just a few short years ,in 1965 where my life really would change, a new school, new surroundings,new friends and and a very different life in not at all the same but,still good but good . (Kentucky)where I met the 1st, guy I thought I'd never forget .and then in 1966 was even more different , altho still good, still cute boys,being able to double date instead of double dutch,and time of lipstick,cute skirts,instead of snow suits and again songs on the radio with a complete different meaning, and in a car other than in the home,and more cute boys,,,,yeahhhhhh..
Written by:Julie Landers |
