tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post7177335363565706575..comments2024-01-24T06:42:15.542-06:00Comments on Stick Horse Cowgirls: Cowgirl V: Kool-Aid, The Egg Man & Unmentionables!Stickhorsecowgirlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04167094045033324094noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-67237322852537382792011-07-23T13:16:30.728-05:002011-07-23T13:16:30.728-05:00my childhood summers exactly the same.
Our neighbo...my childhood summers exactly the same.<br />Our neighbor still had a fridge that required blocks of ice so we had an Ice man also and he would give us small chunks to suck on.<br /><br />I try to convey to my kids the glory of those summers, something they missed and will never know. Sad isn't it? My kids never climbed a tree or had a tire swing or walked a mile to the gas station to pay a dime for an icey cold pop out of the machine out front, only to walk the mile back home again.<br /><br />what we have gained in technology and science we have lost in innocence and simplicity...and in so many other ways..sigh..<br />xx<br />zoldgreymarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04797732200457673279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-71169087204806389422011-07-16T16:49:50.913-05:002011-07-16T16:49:50.913-05:00remember those metal tumblers from which we drank ...remember those metal tumblers from which we drank our Kool Aid - or tupperware tumblers? CStickhorsecowgirlshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04167094045033324094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-17735526483886964312011-07-16T12:59:23.606-05:002011-07-16T12:59:23.606-05:00Being creeped on like that is so unsettling, that ...Being creeped on like that is so unsettling, that had to behard for your Mom. I hang our clotes out in the summer, but never anyones unmentionables. When I hang out my pajama's I hang them on the middle lines so they are a bit hidden. I took my que from our dog who growls at a neighbor and walks a perimeter around around me when I'm out side and the only one home when said neighbor is out and about. <br /><br />We drank gallons of kool-aid every summer, and even the middle of MN is hot as can be mid summer with no air. Hot summer days, oh so fun...hot summer nights...not so much.Jody Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02822023313529125586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-79990964195240577342011-07-15T19:31:11.655-05:002011-07-15T19:31:11.655-05:00Oh funny story! I hope that it wasn't the egg ...Oh funny story! I hope that it wasn't the egg man, but it certainly could've been.<br /><br />As for milk bottles, I've got an order in for some right now. Yes, I'm switching back to glass for both milk and cream. I don't know if it will taste better. <br /><br />We had a milk man, a bread man, a Fuller brush man, an Avon lady, and a vegetable man. No eggs. We traveled to the chicken farm for them.Veehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00618654361869856894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-70533989289061635552011-07-15T15:57:36.350-05:002011-07-15T15:57:36.350-05:00I don't remember any home deliveries, but then...I don't remember any home deliveries, but then my mother was ahead of her time and had a career. I do remember going to a turkey farm and ordering our Thanksgiving bird, and going directly to the farm to buy bushels of cucumbers for her to make pickles and tomatoes for her to can and preserve. I cannot figure out how she found the time to do the daily from-scratch cooking much less all the extras she did for us.kath001https://www.blogger.com/profile/15419353146614030036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-36036177145817136892011-07-15T15:51:16.232-05:002011-07-15T15:51:16.232-05:00It was the egg man!!!!!!
I remember the Fuller Bru...It was the egg man!!!!!!<br />I remember the Fuller Brush man, and door to door portraits. The photographer would come to your home to take family photos.<br />I remember eating Cheerios and then heading outside for the days adventures. We wore cut off pants and bare feet, explored all the live long day. We would make it back by dark, wolf down some dinner and maybe have a bath, before collapsing into our bunkbeds.<br />And the heat!<br />Good times, thanks for the memories :)life in red shoeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04062702155081478369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-57796102543612002152011-07-15T12:57:28.745-05:002011-07-15T12:57:28.745-05:00You brought back memories, from start to finish. I...You brought back memories, from start to finish. I've a lot of those tea tins but had forgotten how they were sold. As to the obscene phone call... didn't every woman receive one or two of those? Seemed like it was some geezer's job to get their jollies frightening some poor woman to death. An iron frying pan and tire iron would have worked wonders! -smile-Thistle Cove Farmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15722295191884810953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-82482989466703994722011-07-15T09:42:57.900-05:002011-07-15T09:42:57.900-05:00Oh the memories! We didn't have an egg man but...Oh the memories! We didn't have an egg man but we had milk delivery and a bread man. The families only had one car in those days and the women were stuck at home during the day, unable to run out to the grocery store, so they delivered!<br /><br />We still have a dairy that does home delivery in GLASS BOTTLES. Unfortunately, the cost comes out to $7.50 per gallon. We might just do that if we didn't go through so much milk.<br /><br />When we moved closer to the city we had a man who walked the streets sharpening knives. In the summertime we could hear the DING-DONG-DING of the bell attached to his cart. The women would come out of their houses to have their knives and scissors sharpened. It was an integeral part of summer - that knife sharpening man!Suzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06475380451527801666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-16099677953929793762011-07-15T09:01:51.929-05:002011-07-15T09:01:51.929-05:00Aunt V,
It's such a treat to read your posts. ...Aunt V,<br />It's such a treat to read your posts. I really enjoy your stories. Happy summer!<br />JAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834389037350420100.post-59111293839590570372011-07-15T07:02:49.657-05:002011-07-15T07:02:49.657-05:00Oh, I had almost forgotten the dreadful "obsc...Oh, I had almost forgotten the dreadful "obscene phone call" and you certainly recall more details than I do! It really disturbed mother and we all felt the consequences of what someone probably thought was a harmless prank! I do recall the egg man but the Avon lady was the one I looked forward to. I loved looking over her samples and getting to select a tiny lipstick or packet of lotion! That was such a treat! And summers filled with Kool-Aid and hours and hours of imaginative play interrupted by beckoning parents to come home to eat or bathe! Boy has life changed!KathySuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15453964623882365876noreply@blogger.com