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Cool things! I love them all!ReplyCancel

I remember the good old days where every summer was sunny (thats my memory playing tricks on me I’m sure!) xReplyCancel

Riding my horse through the country side. We lived in the country and had so much room to roam!ReplyCancel

Oh my gosh! That brings back memories of my rural childhood. We grew or raised just about everything we ate. We had to help take care of the garden and when it was time to harvest we had to get it ready for canning by the time mom and dad got home from work. We too hung our clothes on the clothes line. Nothing better than fresh towels and sheets from the clothes line. During the summer, we would sleep out in our sleeping bags almost every night and stay up late watching the stars on the pitch black nights. We hardly ever watched Tv except Sunday evenings when the Wonder World of Disney came on. We had dirt hills down the road and spent hours riding our bikes on them… such a wonderful life.ReplyCancel

Hi
What I remember as a kid is always being barefoot all summer long. If we went to bed with dirty feet (or dirty anything) it didn’t matter what time it was my Mom would always check and make us get up and wash our feet. I still go barefoot in the summer. And make sure I have clean feet before bed as I know just because my Mon is gone she is still watching. Thanks for a chance to win some candy.
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Summer memories mostly come to mind… I remember the “freedom” of riding my bike barefoot as fast as I could down our road in front of our house, feeling the wind in my hair. And walking around barefoot and sticking my toes into the warm, gooey tar in the cracks of our paved roads that was warmed by the sun. And being able to stay out until dark… childhood was fun!

Thanks for a chance to win, and for taking me back to some wonderful memories!ReplyCancel

I remember helping my grandparents on the farm. I would be in long sleeves and jeans on 80 degree days, bailing hay. My sister would drive the tractor and i got to help throw the bails of hay onto the wagon. They were hard times but you spent quality time with the families back then.ReplyCancel

Wow, a real walk done memory lane!
Childhood days are always so magical in our memories…although I’m sure I didn’t think they were when living them lol
Memories of going to the cottage, spending lots of time with my cousins who were all boys! lol….Summer heat and not being able to sleep feeling hot and sticky so I’d sneak downstairs to the livingroom couch where it was cooler. Scary thunderstorms with magical looking lightening….wow definitely some fabulous memories!
Thanks again Becca for helping to bring it all back..its been a great walk down memory lane today!ReplyCancel

Oh yeah, lightening bugs! What fun to catch in a jar or smash and write your name on the sidewalk with them for it to glow! I loved to swing on my little swing set or on the porch swing during a rain storm! Playing hopscotch with a rock instead of chalk to draw the lines. Being the first family on the block to get a color tv. These are some of my favorite memories.ReplyCancel

Oh, that’s such an easy one:-

I remember, as a tot, visiting Grannie (even tho she wasn’t my real one, as both of my real Grandmas died before I was born). She was a wonderful lady who treated me like her own!

She would pull out her container of buttons and I would play for hours and hours with them — sorting them, etc. Or she would give me an old catalogue and I would cut out my very own “paper dolls”.

Thanks, Becca, for bringing these wonderful memories back to me!! :-)ReplyCancel

I remember when the feed man would come to the farm. He always had bubble gum for us kids and we would rush over to see him.ReplyCancel

I remember being able to ride my bike all over the neighborhood until dark. Something my kids can’t do these days.ReplyCancel

Oh wow… this is so funny that you have asked us to remember the “good old days”… because I was watching TV in the middle of the night last night (typical for me as I have trouble sleeping straight through any night.. ) and something was said on the TV show I was watching that took me back to my childhood. After that, I spent a lot of time thinking about the things I miss in my life now that were there when I was a kid… little things and big things, but all wonderful things. But, OK… one memory for today’s entry. I was a city kid but it was always great when we went to visit one aunt and uncle who lived in the county. One of the best memories of those days was going when the bounty of the garden was ready for the taking. My mom and my aunt would do a lot of canning which provided such wonderful food for months to come. I miss the wonderful fresh foods and also the yummy things they canned. I wish I had learned how to do all that… but now I live in an area where things don’t grow well anyway. But, maybe someday we’ll build a greenhouse… at least it’s been mentioned! LOL!!ReplyCancel

I was a city kid from Brooklyn,NY. During the summer,we played stoop ball, and rode our bicycles up and down the block. On hot days,we went to the local park to run through the” fountains”(sprinkler type with a cement border around it) with lots of kids.My Grandmother (at 70 years plus)walked 20 city blocks each way to pick me up every Saturday,and bring me back to her Brownstone Apartment house so I could stay over for “girl time”,doing some baking and watching her favorite programs on the tiny TV.I miss her so and just thinking of her makes me smile. Thanks for sharing with us Becca as you do with each new blog.Hugs from Michigan.ReplyCancel

the good Ol’ days, sigh…. what I wouldn’t give to go back for a day to making mud pies with a bowl or rice puffs(huge bags of cereal that my Mom would buy), they were awful! but they made really good mud pies,hehehe….
I spent so much time outside catching fireflies too, and frogs and grasshoppers galore,
thanks for the chance to win some candy…ReplyCancel

I am thinking of my MIL’s homemade ice cream! It was made with the old hand crank, ice and salt. I have never tasted any ice cream that good i my life. The only problem was that I have too many in-laws with which I had to share.ReplyCancel

Hi Becca!
A Favourite summers day – my best friend and I heading off to the pond in the woods (there’s a University campus there now!) – taking a biscuit tin of sandwiches, bottle of lemonade, a blanket. After the picnic and a little fishing with twig pole and string, we’d fill the tin with wild raspberries and bring them home to Mother. The scent of ripe raspberries still brings those sunny, bee-buzzing days back to me! Thanks so much for the chance to share, and also for the chance to win such lovely candy!ReplyCancel

good ol’ days. running around the neighborhood with friends without a worry of predators…ReplyCancel

I recently came across a wonderful Mo Manning digi image.

Depicted are a little girl dancing with an older gentleman. This brought back one of my earliest memories.

I was chosen to be a flower girl at our neighbour’s daughter’s wedding. I was 4 years old. That was 53 years ago!

I don’t remember the ceremony or any of the preparation or reception except for this one thing. The groom asked me to dance. I remember his telling me to stand on his feet and then feeling as if I was flying as he waltzed me around the room. It was magical and still brings a huge smile to my face.

Ahhh the good ol’ days!ReplyCancel

Just being able to be kids. Unlike today when everyone is trying to outdo the other. Memories of playing outside; doing some chores(that’s part of being a family) not worrying about bad neighbors. Just the good ole daysReplyCancel

Hi Becca, you have such a wonderful website, so much inspiration. I remember when I was a child we only had an ice box and the ice man would come by and all the neighborhood kids would appear like magic and we would all get a small chuck of ice to suck on. There were 47 kids on our street and on a hot summer day we would all wait for him to come. We always had someone to play with, always out side, even on rainy days, gum boots and yellow hooded raincoats. I would love to have a picture of us, we must have looked like a herd of ducklings. (I’m afraid I don’t know what a group of duckings is called!)
Great memories, Thanks.ReplyCancel

My favorite good ole’ days memory is playing outside late on warm summer nights. There were a lot of kids old enough to make sure I stayed safe and we had the run of the neighborhood in a good way, playing tag and other games, floating in and out of each other’s homes. Our mom’s would all scream out the back door to call us home for dinner, and as long as we ate well, we got to run outdoors again!

Thank you, Becca, for your fabulous work!ReplyCancel

Oh my gosh Becca, the good ole days were way back in the early 50’s when we could go to the beach (Jacksonville Beach) my grandmother lived about 2 blocks from the ocean and my sister and I would stay on the beach all day.. my grandmother would bring us sandwiches and drinks at lunch and we would just stay there… sometimes the ocean would be smooth as silk and never a ripple. Other times it would be rough and we would have a ball jumping and swimming in with the waves. We would be sad when summer ended.. no one ever bothered us as we lived there when hardly no one else was living there and it was not a popular place to go and we lived about 10 blocks from the center of the main street..
Thanks for the memories!!
Hugs, JeanReplyCancel

My favourite memoirs game “Grasshopper” – two pull an elastic band, and the third jumps through it different variants. With each level an elastic band raised above and above.
We played every day in the street and were happy without computers and mobile phones.
Thanks Becca for the chance to win this awesome candy!!!!!ReplyCancel

Yesterday was my husband’s brother’s 74th birthday. I took a chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream to their house for us all to enjoy. It was fun sitting around listening to the two brothers and a sister reminiscence about all the places they had lived growing up- a LOT!! My DH was naming them and his sister was keeping track, then a memory would surface of that particular place and then they would have to start over. A fun afternoon.ReplyCancel

Awesome, I am a newbie & anything I could win would be a plus! Love your site!!!ReplyCancel

My mom was a single parent long before it was acceptable. In the summer she would send me and my sister to stay with my Uncle Clifford in Babcock WI. One summer he had a government contract to raise green beans. We were elated when he “hired” us to pick the beans. The government paid him 3 cents a pound and he paid us 3 cents a pound. By the end of summer, we thought we were millionaires.ReplyCancel

Playing outside till supper time. Running and playing everything under the sun. Also helping my grandad plant his garden. He in turn helped my husband and I plant our first garden. Hot all the time. And kool-aid to drink. If we had a coke we split it. and it would be on a weekend.

The good ol days. More time then we needed.ReplyCancel

in the OLD DAYS, I remember that my parents knew where we were most of the time because we had lots to entertain us, AND also most neighbor kids: we had a go cart track in the back yard and in the middle was a trampoline!ReplyCancel

BECCA BECCA ONE OF MY MEMORIES IS WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER
(MUCH YOUNGER) AND WE LIVED AT THE COTTAGE ALL SUMMER LONG.
OUR LAKE WASN’T GOOD ENOUGH ? TO STAY AND PLAY SO ABOUT 11 OF
US USED TO PACK A LUNCH AND TIE IT ON TO THE BELT LOOP AND WALK
4 MILES THRU A PINE FOREST STATE PARK CROSS THE HIGHWAY GO THRU
THE CEMETERY AND PLAY IN THE TINY RIVER. IT HAS A LONG TO CROSS
THE RIVER IF YOU DIDN’T WANT TO GET WET. MY MOTHER NEVER
WORRIED ABOUT STRANGE MEN OR EVEN ALL OF US CROSSING THE HIGH
WAY. WE HAD TO BE HOME BY 4;00 PM. WE WOULD LEAVE BY 8;30 SO
WE HAD A FULL DAY ON THE RIVER.

CYNTHIA B.ReplyCancel

Making homemade ice cream in the hand crank ice cream freezer. When it got really hard to crank, my Dad would “hire” me to sit on top which was covered by a gunny sack. The extra weight kept the freezer steady. My pay…I got to lick the freezers paddle!ReplyCancel

Fab candy. The Good Old days were definitely those with the freedom to roam about in the woods where I lived… something I am so sad that my son can’t do when he visits Grandma & Grandpa… he gets chaperoned walks instead!ReplyCancel

the good old days eh?

I remember the Milk in glass bottles and being delivered to the house….. I used to love taking the seal off the bottle (with mom’s help). I still remember the milk man…. I was very little but I do remember that
God! many many moons ago eh?

you are so generous …I would love to win that blog candy, thanks for the opportunity.
Have a great Sunday
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I remember the good old days playing outside in the yard til dark, even chasing lightening bugs after dark and catching them in jars. Riding our bikes around the neighborhood and friendly folks in the neighborhood – in a very small county town. What fun we had as kids. It is too bad that most children today don’t get that opportunity.
Thanks for the chance at your great blog candy and thanks for all the inspiration on your blog.
Have a blessed week.ReplyCancel

AH the good ol days- days before responsibilities! I would love to go back to days on my Papaw’s farm- feeding the cows out of our hands, all lined up behind him. Picking green beans, blackberries, the taste of tomatoes right off the vine… I miss the summers of my childhood!ReplyCancel

A lot more time was spent outside, playing, etc. My parents’s signal to remind us it was time to come back was flicking the outside light switch on/off. Obviously we had to be within the visual prompt. It was a silent reminder that somebody cared for us and was looking out for us…..ReplyCancel

My entry for today isn’t as exciting as those mentioned above, but, to this day, the same memory floods back to me.

It was the early 1950s. I must have been about five when I began to notice a color pattern in the evening sky. From my bedroom window, when it was time for bed, I would lay on my bed and look out at the sky and, at a certain time of year, note the soft pastels. I remember the muted grey-blue, orange, and cyan with a dusting of yellow. I called it my CIRCUS SKY. For some reason, at that age, I already had realized that when the sky made those colors, the Barnum & Bailey Circus would be coming soon. It always did. We always went. Now, my sweet husband will sometimes come to me and say, “Come with me. I want you to see your CIRCUS SKY.” I still watch the evening sky for those colors and their pattern. It floods my mind with sweet memories of times gone by.

Thank you so much for all the inspiration.ReplyCancel

The ‘good ‘ole days’ were coming home from school, changing clothes, and going out to bike & play with friends. I hate the expression ‘play date!’ReplyCancel

Something that just popped into my head was climbing trees. We did it all the time. We had a bunch of brambly trees that looped all over and we called them the monkey trees ’cause we climbed them for hours at a time. I wonder if I went back to see it now, if I would think, “These are really small” but to us at that age it was wonderland.

Thanks, Becca, for the inspiration.ReplyCancel

How funny is this as just yesterday my sister called and we were talking about when we were kids. Mind you we are in our late 60’s and 70’s so we go way back. Grew up on a ranch and had so much fun playing with our brothers and sisters. There was always so much work that needed to be done even though there were always hired hands running around we had to pull our share of the work. We were taling about one 4th of July when Dad went into town and purchased some fire works… each time he would light one he would say “well there goes a lot of money up in smoke” then laugh like crazy. Oh what fun we had!ReplyCancel

Thanks for yet another chance to win some blog candy. Wonderful memories do need to be retold lest they be forgotten :D I spent my childhood in Costa Rica and like you, enjoyed so many wonderful experiences: a tree house in the jacaranda tree, growing our own pineapples, a poinsettia hedge, a fabulous array of fruit to eat, warm oceans to play in, endless beaches, digging a tunnel under the sand we could crawl through, making hermit crab race tracks and “racing” them only to be disqualified if one crossed into someone else’s lane, getting sugar cane to suck the sweet juice from when the neighbours harvested their crop, sucking the sweet slimy covering off ripe coffee beans and attempting to dry ours in the sun, fumigating our house twice a year to keep the creepy crawlies out, finding taranchula’s (sp?!) in the neighbours wood pile or on the side of our house, collecting lizard tails (if you put your finger on the tip of their tail they drop their tails so they can get away), so many ways you could discover life and just be a kid without any need for electronic games. Wonderful childhood memories :DReplyCancel

Comme c’est bon de profiter de cette occasion pour me souvenir encore de tous les bons moments de tendresse que j’allais passer auprès de ma grand-mère paternelle ; j’aimais l’écouter, me confier à elle ; jardiner aussi … merci pour ce souvenir.
j’en profite pour tenter ma chance pour ce candy blog
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Oh my Becca, you do come up with the most thought provoking questions! Lets see, when I was a kid Mom was a SHM. We had a small cabin on a lake that we went to every summer from the time I was maybe 6. We could leave the house in the morning and not go home till it was time for dinner! Mom never worried about us. First off, it was a safe area, second if we’d gotten up to anything she’d have known about it before we could have gotten home! And that’s if one of the other Mom’s hadn’t already paddled our butts! I’ll tell you some more about it tomorrow.
Thanks for the chance at your candy. One of these years I’ll have to get lucky and win it!
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I grew up in a neighborhood full of kids, each family had between 2-8 children so there was always someone to play with. I loved all the games we used to play…hide n go seek, red light green light, mother may I, king of the hill, tag, red rover red rover send Karyle right over…..lol. I loved being able to play outside until dark and not ever being afraid. All the adults looked out for all the kids, if my parents forgot to give me lunch money I could go to any of my neighbors and they would give it to me, my parents did the same for their kids.ReplyCancel

homemade ice cream and playing croquet outside. Now it is store bought ice cream and corn hole. Still good times.ReplyCancel

First of all, I love and like my brother. My dad was longline truck driver and was away for long periods of time. My brother is 9 yrs older. Unfortunately for him, he had to babysit me. I was not the “easiest” child to watch. I bugged the heck out of my poor brother! So he was pushed to the end and put me in the hall closet! This is where I start laughing. Well, he forgot me and went to bed. Mom and Dad came home and I wasn’t in bed. They immediately though I was sleepwalking again. They couldn’t find me so woke my brother who didn’t remember anything at first. When they finally found me I was sound asleep! Now I’m on the floor laughing hysterically! My poor brother still feels guilty. He shouldn’t. I know what a monster I was! Silly brother!
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Like the song says….” Back in the days when I was young I’m not a kid anymore, but some days I sit and wish I was a kid again”…… well ain’t that the truth!
When I remember the Good Ole days, I think of Chinese Jump Rope and my favorite white and hot pink rollerskates. From the moment I woke up till the moment I went to sleep, I had those skates on my feet. This is going to sound funny, but I loved those things so much, that a few years ago I went and bought some “adult” skates and you guessed it, in white and hot pink. LOL ….. Then of course there’s the wonderful moments I spent playing Barbies with my Brother…..hahahaha…. Yes that’s right, my brother. I would be Barbie and he would be Godzilla… hahaha…. That was before he got old enough to say boys don’t play with dolls….. WOW, I haven’t thought about that in years. I think I’ll call him up now and remind him of his “Barbie” days. LOL……. I love your Blog Candy giveaways, not only for the wonderful giveaway, but because in the end we all end up winners. Your giveaways allow us to take a break from the real world and think about something else, whether it’s the good ole days or our favorite movie. Thanks Becca! :) Have a wonderful day! Good luck everyone! :)ReplyCancel

Us kids ate breakfast, got dressed and headed outside, only coming back in to eat and sleep…..lol Such fun with the neighborhood kids! We really only watched tv on Saturday mornings, and maybe a show or two during the week.
Yep, the good ol’ days! Thanks for the walk down memory lane!
:) BethReplyCancel

I loved the good ol’days. I remember lots of road trips and camping trips we used to take. There were no seat belt laws then and my sister and I would curl up in the back seat of our ’64 ford LTD andwe would sleep at night, one on the floor and one on the seat. We would take books to read and enjoy the scenery. I wonder if any one today even looks at scenery. They have to have their dvd players and nintendos and psp’s. Thanks for reminding us, Becca.ReplyCancel

Count me among the ancient because I remember all of these things right along with you. Living “in the country” while growing up is something I’ll always treasure although at the time I wasn’t so sure it was the best. All my friends lived “in town” which was 10 miles away so that made for some solitary times since I was an only child. I grew up being a tomboy and killed my share of birds with my BB gun. Good times!ReplyCancel

Oh Becca, your list of memories almost made me cry. It reminded me
of my childhood and it does bring sadness that my children and
grandchildren will not experience these things. The hope is that we
have heaven to look forward to and can you imagine what that is
going to be like!!! My Grandmother had a cabin at the beach and we
took a vacation there every summer. There were 5 of us and then
sometimes our cousins would meet us there. Our mothers would be
up in the cabin visiting and making food while we played on the beach
and in the ocean working up a serious appetite. Then in the evening
it was a bon fire and marsh mellows; yummy! We didn’t have much
money so my Mother really had to pinch pennies for the gasoline to
drive there. It was sure worth it because we all have fond memories of it.
Thanks Mom for giving us a life worth remembering~~~she is in heaven
now so she knows what we have to look forward to and because of her
witness all her children and many others know Christ.ReplyCancel

Sometimes I feel bad for my children just simply for the fact that they won’t get to experience the same kind of good ole days that I did. When visited my grandparents in the mid 1960’s in southwest Missouri they had an out house, a well house and a smoke house on their property. They had a hand pump in the house for water and we took our baths in a metal tub in their house. I thought these were the biggest hillbilly’s I had ever seen. ( I grew up in Calif. ) Now I have those wonderful memories and I wouldn’t change them for the world.ReplyCancel

OMG! The Good Ol’ Days! Wow! Does that ever bring back many, many memories. As I read the comments above they just brought back more and more memories. I can remember watching my grandmothers washing with an old ringer washing machine. I spent lots of time with Grandpa at the old grinding wheel, while he sharpened knives and scissors. I will never forget having the old washtub in the back yard for “swimming” and then in the kitchen for our bath!!! I recall making dandelion chains and checking under the chin to see if the yellow showed up (can’t remember why that was so important). In the summer (in Iowa) we would sleep on the linoleum flooring just to try and keep cool and if we needed to use the bathroom at night, we used a chamber pot!! How about going out to the farm and watching them milk the cows and squirting the stream directly into the cats mouth. Every kid in the neighborhood walking a mile into town just to catch the Saturday Matinee and eat candy at a nickel for an all day sucker. Boy, I could go on and on and on. I was born in 1937 and those really were to “GOOD OL’ DAYS”!!ReplyCancel

Today is the “good ole’ days!” It is always the one we are living now! That’s why it is so important to make the most of each day – so that we remember each day as joy-filled and one that reflects the love of God! Blessings to all this “good ole day”. LouiseReplyCancel

As far as the “good ole days”, I used to ride my bike or walk to school about a mile. It was good excercise and fun. Blessings!ReplyCancel

my memories of good old days were spent in Rio- Brazil playing with my 3 cousins…
that I now miss so much =(ReplyCancel

I was born in 1950. Almost immediately I was raised by my father’s parents. My mother suffered numerous nervous breakdowns and that’s why I was raised by my grandparents. I had a spinal meningitis when I was three years old. Back then there wasn’t physical therapy as we know it today. I couldn’t walk. I learned to walk again by pushing my doll stroller through the house. I still have doll stroller and doll. The doll didn’t do much. The only way she would walk, was me moving her leg by leg. Her legs moved, but not automatically. Even though that doll doesn’t do as much as today’s dolls, she is still pretty special to me.ReplyCancel

Hi Becca,

Your little stroll down memory lane in the country brought back one particular memory, it’s one that my dear grandmother (she’s now in heaven) and I would laugh about when I brought it up to her. My grandparents had grown up in a rural community about 40 minutes or so from the city where we lived, and they bought an old house and gradually fixed it up, adding electricity and other modern conveniences over time. They were so good to me, and would take me with them there overnight at times. There were no street lights there, and when I awakened one night to use the washroom, there wasn’t the usual light to guide my way. Somehow I stumbled into the closet instead of finding the door (I was probably about 6 at the time), and as I fumbled in the dark, I panicked and called out to my grandmother (who was fast aslep I’m sure with my grandfather, it was after all the middle of the night) to help me, saying that I was stuck in the closet and I couldn’t get out! My dear, sweet grandmother simply came in and guided me to the door so that I could find my way to the washroom. That incident brought laughter between us many times over the years, and in my grandmother’s later years after she had a brain injury and couldn’t always communicate by speaking to us, I would talk of family stories and memories, and this story never failed to bring a smile to her face, and even a laugh from her–how I miss that wonderful laugh of hers! Thank you for providing me with the opportunity of thinking of my grandmother today, I have been blessed with having 2 sets of christian grandparents, and am so thankful for that heritage. Hoping that this little silly story will remind others of some precious memories that may only be special to you because of the people involved. I believe that my memories are one of my most dear assets, and I enjoy sharing those with close family members often.

Blessings to you, Becca, and to your dear family, and those who read this blog regularly as I do, and learn so much from you and your artistry.ReplyCancel

We share many of the same memories.

My favorite was families always visiting. My mother came from a family of 7 and my father 9. We always had aunts & uncles and of course cousins stopping in to visit. In the summer we would sit outside until long after dark (of course as a child we didn’t do much sitting) with some family members who always stopped by for some reason. Every single Sunday there would be dinner guests. I loved that time spent together. People don’t visit any more. It is more like a chore. I am guilty myself. Thanks for reminding how wonderful my childhood was!ReplyCancel

My good ole memories were back when my and my sisters and brothers used to rde our bikes around the whole neighbourhood, all through summer! So much fun! i don’t remember if we ever ate any lunch.. hahhahaa

hugs
juliReplyCancel

Oh my, Becca, have you inspired a flood of memories! I think I could sit here all day recounting them all. As so here have already said was all the fun we had playing with the simplest things. No need for all these electronic gadgets to keep us entertained. Some fondest memories were spending time at my grandmother’s. She, too, lived in the “country” and it was a real treat for a “town” girl to visit her “country” relatives. My grandmother had a small “mom and pop” store attached to the house with gas pumps out front. What a treat it was to get an ice cream cone there or to be able to “pump” the handle so people could get gas. My mom was one of nine children so I had lots and lots of cousins to play with not to mention my sisters. We had so much fun!ReplyCancel

The good ole days!! I was just talking about this. :)
When I was a kid a group of us 3 or 4 would start out in the morning to play, in my yard I had an apple tree so we would start the morning eating from there, later on we would go to another friends who had a peach tree-we ate from that, later we would carry our jars of vinegar to the pier and catch perry winkles and put them in our jars and set them on the wall for the sun to cook them, while we waited we would run to the park where there was a nut tree, and we would eat nuts and play, later we would go to another friends who had a cherry tree and we would munch and play there. By now it is noon, we go back to the pier and eat our perry winkles with the safety pins we would attach to our shirts every morning for this treat we would have every day. After we ate and played there it would be time for desert. We would run down to the field and pick and eat black-berry’s and raspberry’s to hearts content. We sucked honey suckles and we would run here and there. Then we all would run fast as lightening to make it home before the street lights came on. When I was a child you would never go hungry, there was a fruit tree in every yard if not 2 or 4 different kinds. Can you imagine being gone a whole day with out eating anything from your house.

Thanks for a chance to win some blog candy.ReplyCancel

The smell of a hot meal on the table, replete with garden produce grown from our garden, as we walked up the road from the bus stop; Sitting on the front porch during a thunderstorm with an old green army blanket wrapped around me; gathering eggs directly from the henhouse with my Grandpa; the feeling of going barefoot on a dirt road. My childhood was simple and beautiful!ReplyCancel

I’ll start the week echoing what so many others have already said. Playing OUTSIDE (not sitting in front of the tv) with friends, and friends of friends. Everyone tagged along. Knocking at someone’s door to see if they could come out and play and having their mom say (as soon as they are done with dinner, homework, etc). But we played, and we played hard. Outside, lots of fresh air, lots of great exercise [though we didn’t know that]. And we play til dark. Then someone’s mom would start calling their name telling them it was time to come in, and off we’d all go. No worries at all. Those were good old days. I wish the kids today could really experience that.ReplyCancel

I remember the good old days in the country, climbing trees with the neighborhood kids, playing dress up as a nun, walking home to and from school for miles and running in the fields in summer time…good old healthy fun that we don’t see anymore…
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This is so much fun reminising! I remember penny candy at the soda shop at the corner, going to the farm in the summer (I was was a suburb girl) two-party telephone lines, amd lighting a match under the thermostat in the summer to get it to 80 degrees so our parents would take us to the beach (everyone has pools today).ReplyCancel

What a great theme to write about! The good ole days for me are back when reading a book aloud or playing a board game together were good weekend entertainment. There were no cell phones or internet to keep us from spending lots of quality time together as a family.ReplyCancel

In the summer when I was little, the county would tar all the streets in our little town and then cover the tar with chat. I’d go off to play with a friend for hours (barefoot of course). When I started back home many of the streets had been done, and I would have to go a long way out of my way to find streets that I could cross. It happened to me every summer. And I knew better then to come home with tar on my feet.ReplyCancel

How great to remember the “old days.” Mine were much like all of those I have read so far, except more. I was born in 1920, so there was no TV, and not many people had cars. You walked wherever you went or rode the “Street car” (now called a trolley) The freedom of being able to go out to play and not worry about any harm coming –not locking our doors. (This practice was carried out even into my early married years.) The outdoor games we played. Red Rover — Bum, Bum, Bum–What’s Your Occupation? Making a play house under our house, and using lids and broken dishes for utensils to cook our make believe food. I’ve thought so much about my childhood in the last few years, as I have enjoyed my later years that were not promised by God, and thank Him everyday that he has allowed me to live to be 90 years old and still able to create and inspire others, and to be able to remember those days. Today’s children are missing so much!ReplyCancel

My fav story is our Thanksgiving tradition at my Grandma’s house – her TV was in a corner with a chair and couch on either side. Every year, there would be at least 6 of us grandchildren crammed in there and piled on top of each other to watch “The Wizard of Oz” – my favorite!!ReplyCancel

The good ole days.when they were happening we didn’t realize how good they were,We all thought we had it so bad, times change.ReplyCancel

I was just thinking yesterday how we used to camp at the “farm” (our name for some property that my DH’s family owns) and the kids would play in the creek and catch crayfish and mussels. And sometimes when it was raining and they couldn’t play in the creek we’d fill up a barrel with rain water and they would climb in and have a ball. of course they were pretty little then and both boys could fit in the same rain barrel. Now a days I doubt that one of them could fit in the rain barrel. Thanks for the smiles remembering the good ole days!ReplyCancel

The good ole days remind me of warm summer days catching frogs with my friends. Even though I was the only girl I could catch more frogs than all of the boys!

BrendaReplyCancel

This is really fun to write about. I remember playing with jacks, marbles and pick up sticks. On of the things we did with marbles besides shoot them in the normal way was with the use of a “real” cigar box that I got from Grandpa. We cut a small square hole in the top of the box. A playmate would drop their marble from about waist height. If the marble went into the hole, we had to give them back their marble along with one of ours. If their marble did not go into the hole, we got to keep their marble. I still have marbles that date back to my childhood in a fancy jar in my living room.

SallyReplyCancel

I grew up in the 60’s/70’s– we lived on a dead-end street with no through traffic. There was a stream near our house and all of the kids in the neighborhood would hang out in the woods and play in the stream. We would catch cray fish and tad poles and play until it was getting dark out. There were no worries about all of the preditors and weirdo’s that we have today. My Mom loved crafts, so we always were learning something creative. We had lots of good times!

Thanks for the generous blog candy opportunity Becca!ReplyCancel

One of the childhood memories that I am most thankful for is being taught (time and time again) to be respectful of anyone older than me, especially parents and grandparents. We were taught (sometimes with a swift swat to our rear ends) how to behave in public, and how to help anyone that needed help of any kind. Thanks, Mom and Dad!!
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Thanks for a trip down memory lane and for a chance to win some great blog candy! Enjoy your week!ReplyCancel

The good ole days! I remember all of the things you mentioned and more! One of the best memories is visiting my grandmother who had no money and no toys for us to play with, but she had a box of buttons and a box of wooden spools. We played with those buttons and spools for hours, and guess what, I still love buttons and I have a small box of buttons that belonged to her.
Another great memory is all of the neighborhood kids would play outside all day and after dark without worrying about a predator. Nothing every happened to us, we played hard all day and played hide and seek, kick the can, red rover, and so on at night.
I treasure those memories and my secure, happy childhood.
Hugs,
LindaReplyCancel

Wow, I love your “sumthin, sumthin!”

Hmmm, I suppose my favorite memories revolve our front yard. All the neighborhood kids gathered in our yard because we were one of the few Arizona yards that had grass (most yards had gravel and cactus). We would play freeze tag, red rover, and hide and seek all day long and until the street lights came on.ReplyCancel

One of my fondest memories of my childhood is that all of the neighbourhood kids would play every evening after dinner on the street. We would play tennis, red rover, hide and seek and many other fun games until after dark and there was never any worries about stranger danger, life was so good and the memories are great although I am always sad for children now who spend so much time indoors due in part to the fear of them being in danger outside.ReplyCancel

The first good ol’ day memory for me would have to be when I was younger and went Trick-or-Treating. I remember one year when we had our bags full of candy and it started snowing. We laid down in a big lot between some houses and just looked straight up at the snow falling down. It was quiet, and a nice break from running door to door all covered in our costumes and masks. Now when kids come to our door for Halloween, they rarely even say ‘trick or treat’, and even rarer say thank you. And some kids aren’t even in costumes! Those were the days…when I was a kid…ReplyCancel

The good ole days? Back when I played with my cousins at my grandparents’ farm . . . went for LONG walks on Sunday afternoon, built forts in the woods, rode bicycles for miles, played with the barn cats, gathered eggs, watched the milkman get the milk, feed the baby calves, feed the baby chicks, make mudpies, . . . . SO many wonderful memories about he good ol’ days!ReplyCancel

Growing up we never had to lock our doors. We played outside all day and when the street lights came on we had to head home (we were only several houses away). Sunday was church family dinners and visiting with friends and family. Nothing was open on Sunday. It was a true day of rest and for family. Sunday nights treat was watching Walt Disney. Oh how I miss those good ole days.ReplyCancel

Becca, Thanks for sharing a wonderful blog candy with us all. Thinking of the good ole days so many great memories come to mind and how easy the times were back then being a kid. One of many memories were when we would wait for someone to get a new frig or wash machine and we would cut the box up and side down on it, on a big hill behind our house. Just thinking of it makes me laugh!ReplyCancel

Fabulous Candy (I have NO spellbinders) LOL

I always love your very elegant cards!

ok, so we are allowed to post everyday, so one memory a day then, or about LOL!

Family game night!! especially scrabble, as my Dad was not very good at spelling, it almost always gave all of us good belly laughs…for example…one night he put down FUDD…we started to think this was some kind of big spelling error, until he told us, it was for ELMER FUDD ( which of course—proper names aren’t allowed, LOL)

Risk was also a good one, until my brother said he wouldn’t play with my mom and I anymore…you see he won pretty much 100% of the time, and it seemed to us that he was being overly aggressive and mean to my mom and I…I guess we were just whiners, LOL

and yes RESPECT…this is a big bone of contention when having discussions with my own children. Their “line” is well behind where my line is, and more so my hubster’s ( he is 19 years older than I)

My kids, and their generation (and most I have been able to see in action are worse than mine, and a few are better) but they say all respect must be earned…they do not believe in the “Elder” thing, to a point(my kids anyway, and some of their friends, is NOT at all)

Like holding the door open at the convenience store cause you see someone approaching…how many say “thank you”?…not many, and what is worse, the 30 something on their cell phones, don’t say it either. UGG!! don’t even get me started on cell phones. LOL

Becca, my mom grew up on a farm in southern most Indiana…and it is in my blodd and we live a “farmish kind of life” on our “farmette” of 5 acres…more to be said another day.

AWESOME idea for Blog candy!!

SusanReplyCancel

it used to be common at our house to have a whole pipe band arrive in a school bus and provide entertainment on a saturday night…it was the most popular house on the street…ReplyCancel

I remember my Mom making matching dresses for my sisters and myself! We thought it was so wonderful!! Thanks for the opportunity to win some blog candy. Thanks for sharing so much of yourself with us!ReplyCancel

Wow the good old days were when kids could play outside and we were safe, have the kids in the area play games at the bottom of the street as there was hardly any cars, mum making lots of bottles of jam
with fruit that was in season. Having milk and bread delivered to the door, this was in Australia. I miss how simple life was, but still loads of fun.ReplyCancel

Ahh….Sadle Oxfords, Ducktails, Jeans rolled up above your ankles,
poodle skirts and stand out slips! A pack of cigarettes rolled up in my uncle’s t-shirt sleeve and a comb sticking out of his hip pocket to comb his duck tail. He was too cool!ReplyCancel

Merry-go-rounds at the park (too dangerous by todays standards) running around so fast to get it spinning then holding on for dear life and falling in a fit of laughter on the grass (not bark or rubber matting) if you were flung off. Being allowed to be a kid, to run free, go where we wanted as long as we were home by 5pm, wouldn’t hear of that now.ReplyCancel

I was raised in a children’s home. Even tho my parents were living, they were unable to take care of us. Oh how i dreamed of being in a home with parents but that was not possible. There were 50 of us in the home. So loneliness we never knew. My favorite memory was playing softball. Oh the fun we had running, laughing and hitting the softball and just having a good time. The people in charge left it to us to choose who we wanted on our team and some how it always turned out to be the girls against the boys. Nine times out of ten the girls won. Oh the memories. Good luck everyone.ReplyCancel

Days of kick the can, relievio, hide and seek, dodgeball, giant step, and redlight!!! Family nights of Monopoly, Parcheesi, Clue, and puzzles on the dining room table. Let’s not foget the Rinnngggggg Rinnngggggg Rinnngggggg of the bell on the ice cream truck!

Those were the days my friend…we thought they’d never end!!!!!
-BonnieReplyCancel

Oh, the good ole days. I have lots of fond memories. One of them is after my dad retired from the army we bought a house in the country. Living in the country was something we always dreamed of. We always wanted animals but because we moved so often and lived overseas several times, we couldn’t have animals. Dad always promised us we’d have animals after he retired. Boy did we keep him to his word. We had 9 dogs, 2 cats, a duck and a racoon. One of my fondest memories was when my brother taught me to climb the tree at the end of the house. This was a big deal for me because I was a real girlie girl. On Saturday morning we would get up and get 3 bowls, milk and cereal and climb up in the tree to eat breakfast. We had to have 3 bowls because if we didn’t give the racoon a bowl he would keep sticking his paws in our bowls. Those Saturday mornings were like a dream come true to my brother and I.ReplyCancel

Hi Becca,
The second world war…in Britain…food rashions…our weekly amount of butter for a family of six was a 4″x4″ cube…and we used it all up in one morning spread on fresh bread rolls that Mum had baked and it was scrumptious…I was seven at the time but I still remember it to this day and I am 67 now.
rene from Oz xoReplyCancel

Hi Becca, I never lived on a farm, but I experienced all those things when I went to camp int he mountains of Virginia at the age of 12. You can never tell maybe your kids will venture into the wild on their own someday. My fondest memories are of gathering around the piano with the family and singing all the popular songs of the day.

Thanks for the memories, PattyC.ReplyCancel

I remember being at gramma’s house and all the cousins playing “mother may I” in the back yard.ReplyCancel

Playing kick the can with the neighbor kids, or any other game we could play outside. Life was so different then. We could play for hours after dark and no one had to worry about us. Now I can’t let my grandson out of my sight for one second in broad daylight. Makes me sad that he will miss all those fun times I had growing up.ReplyCancel

ive got so many wonderful memories of the “good ol’ days”…growing up in a small town..everyone knew everyone..we went outside to play in the morning..and were out all day…no tech toys..computers..texting..cell phones..etc…just lots of fun “playing” with friends…riding bikes..building clubhouses.. doing backyard plays..playing stickball…hopscotch on the sidewalk…
….all are such cherished memories of days gone byReplyCancel

It’s funny, I see in the post right before mine that the comment is about playing kick the can. That’s the memory that I was going to talk about. We used to play until it got dark. I remember one time when I was the last one out – my big brother was “it” and he had caught everyone else. I stayed hidden until I saw my chance and started running. My brother was chasing me, everyone was screaming and I made it to the can before he caught me! Everybody went free and he had to start all over again. My brother was an athlete so it was a thrill to beat him that one time. I can still see it now.ReplyCancel

My memory today is only 25 years old, my husband had a heart transplant when we were 28. He was in the hospital for 6 months and when the doctors allowed me to take him out we were walking on the hospital grounds talking, he stopped and told me to watch and be still. He saw a squirrel playing in the brush under a tree. He was in such awe at the little things in life and throughout these past 25 years he still remembers the little things. We discussed this just today, he has been in the same hospital for cancer surgery and we talked about the past 25 years and what a blessing God has given to us and our family.ReplyCancel

When I was growing up I spent every school holiday with my Grandparents, all the Aunts and Uncles and Cousins would drop by, so I’d get to see them all eventually. At Christmas time everyone would gather at Grandma and Grandad’s. We would play ‘Christmas Cricket’ in the vacant allotment next door and eat too much of Grandma’s infamous Rum and Raisin ice cream….. I don’t think it got any better than that.ReplyCancel

One of my favorite memories from growing up was wheat harvest. Of course, at the time, I had no idea what an important part harvest would be in my memories. Besides helping with harvest which mainly just consisted of getting to be in the field with my dad, moving the truck so he could dump the freshly cut wheat, and getting hot and dirty. There is nothing more beautiful at sunset than to see a combine moving slowly along as it stirs up a cloud of dust behind it. Also, we always had lunch in the wheat field on father’s day. My grandparents would come out and we would make homemade ice cream and take dinner to the field for my dad and the hired hands. Great memories….ReplyCancel

I love your blog! All of your art! I can’t believe you give away the best ever blog candy!
What first came to mind, was when I use to sit under a tree in the front yard and read my books. I was in elementary school and I remember the tree being huge! I recently did a google search of my first home and the tree is actually medium size, and that was 35 or so years ago. ThanksReplyCancel

My old memory is the big family dinners that the women would bring their speciality. My mom would bring the potato salad and the baked beans and Aunt Jan was the Jello thing. Then there might be a call and 2/3’s of the menfolk would get up from the table and take off-they all worked for the county road system. There would be my dad-the farmer/tool and die guy with all the women and children. I thought he was the one to hold down the fort.ReplyCancel

The good ol’ days….. playing outside with the neighborhood kids until the street lights came on and knowing that was the signal to go home. No Nintendo, Wii, etc – just fun games like hide and go seek, ghost in the grave yard and freeze tag.ReplyCancel

I have a lot of fun memories from many places as we moved a lot!!!!
This one is from a time we loved next door to my aunt and cousins. We tended to get in to a lot of mischief. I was an only child but not when I was with my cousins.
One day we found a pile of grass clumps that had dirt firmly attached to the roots. Put that together with my cousins and me against the neighbor kids and you have one gigantic dirt fight. Dirty but FUN! and boy did those clumps fly a long way.ReplyCancel

I remember going to the corner store with a nichel and getting lots of candy. The five and ten cent store, now it’s a dollar or more. I didn’t know I had is so good then. Thanks ofr reminding me of the good old days.ReplyCancel

I have a lot of memories but the best was waiting for the Christmas package from grandma. It would be full of wonderful goodies and every year she would make us flannel night gowns. Grandma is gone now but I still have so many fond memories of those times and the wonderful woman that sent those boxes.ReplyCancel

Wow Becca, you and I had similar growing up memories! My Grandparents also had a farm, no running water, wood buring stove, wringer washing machine with big steel tubs for blueing and rinsing, all of that stuff and we LOVED spending our summers there. Fishing pond was just a few yard through the woods and we would dig some worms, grab a cane pole and go for it. We would sit out in the front yard in the afternoons, shelling peas, or shucking corn for canning and neighbors would just stop in as they passed by, grab a bowl and help out. I really miss the easy going friendliness of the country. And the food! My goodness, fresh vegetables, fruit, milk, eggs butter, I am drooling just thinking about it. :-)ReplyCancel

I remember spending summer vacations with my Aunt and Uncle who owned a grocery store, would have lots of comic books to read and my cousin would come to our farm in exchange. We both had a ball . Love the blog candy.ReplyCancel

You’re blog is absolutely amazing–what beautiful creations!

As for those good ole days–I remember playing outside in the grass, building stick houses, digging, collecting–I miss that.ReplyCancel

I am an Army brat and remember going to the commissary for people I didn’t even know and getting a .25 tip or shoveling snow for them. For fun, kickball and hide and seek ’til it was dark. The same for sledding down hills until we couldn’t see anymore, never a care in the world or a thought of ‘strangers, drugs and such.’ I have 6 yr old twins and I wouldn’t dare let them do any of the things I did in my good ‘old days time back in the late 60’s and early 70’s. Time and social issues surely changes things. We took them to Bethpage restoration village, gals dressed in colonial dress, butter being churned, a one room school house, a gentleman making hats, a blacksmith, and dare I say it–an outhouse. I told them when I went camping with the Girl Scouts, one of your chores was latrine duty–throwing a bucket of pine water in the outhouse to drench everything to get it clean. They are still experiencing the looks of horror. I always enjoyed arts and crafts as a young girl, but now my big girl crafts involve paper and stamps and punches and ….. I hope my children will look back on this time with me crafting as their good ‘ole days a LOOONNNNGGGG time from now. Thanks for sharing everyone.
Stay well,
AnnMarieReplyCancel

I’m old…but I remember dressing my dog up in a doll dress and bonnet, putting him in the doll carriage and walking around the block!
The dog didn’t even move and everyone I saw thought it was sooo cute. Thanks.ReplyCancel

I remember having to be home when the street lights came on. And I had to stay within ‘hearing distance’. Since it was before cell phones were even thought of, I had to be close enough to my house so that I could hear my mom call me.ReplyCancel

Hi Becca,
I have really enjoyed reading everyone’s memory of the ‘Good old days’ My memory of when I was young wasn’t like any I’ve read, as I grew up in the heart of Belfast, Northern Ireland, at the time of ‘the troubles’ Life was indeed tough, but I remember during the school holidays, a couple of us packing some fruit and crisps and heading off to the cave hill to climb and do some ‘exploring’ I used to love this and I would forget about all that was going on in Belfast and escape into my imaginary world. Those days were rare, but precious.
Many hugs,
TrishReplyCancel

I missed your post almost! I remember the olden days were more innocent than they are now, but I am not really that old–born in 1965. Thanks for a chance to win some goodies!ReplyCancel

We lived in the country but spent a lot of time at my Aunt’s house further out in the country and up a small canyon. We spent of lot of time in the creek and taking walks learning about different wild plants, helping with the garden, swinging on the swing during the summer! During the entire year I spent A LOT time reading!ReplyCancel

the freedom we had because we lived in a village…. And not so many people had a TV in the house…. we didn’t had it, so every noon we went to a neighbor to watch the soap opera… was really nice.ReplyCancel

I grew up on my Grandparents and my Great-Grandparents farm. I still do live on a farm, but my best memories are that of being a a child of five and my Grandfather and my Great Uncle putting me on the Oliver 77 tractor, teaching me how to steer and turning me loose in low gear as they told me to keep it between the hay bales as they put up hay for the cows in the hot summer heat. The sweet smell of clover hay and the hum of the tractor, those are wonderful memories.

What I wouldn’t give to be able to spend another day soaking up all the things that the two of them taught me.ReplyCancel

I grew up in Arizona. In the summer, we weren’t allowed to wear shoes for play, we ran around in the 100+ degree temps barefoot. We played outside from sun up to sun down. Only being allowed in for meals and restroom breaks.ReplyCancel

What wonderful days! We shelled those butter beans and, then, froze them, too! Played kickball in the biggest yard of the neighborhood, stayed out until we couldn’t see, caught lightening bugs and put them in a jar for a night-light. Vacation Bible School and lazy Sunday afternoons with a drive to visit friends of my parents. Such a special time in our lives! Thank you for the little trip down memory lane!
DebraReplyCancel

One of my favorite memories is of playing outside till dark. We always knew when it was time to come home, because my Dad would whistle for us. He had the shrillest, loudest whistle I have ever heard. Everyone around knew his whistle. How I wish I could hear that again!ReplyCancel

My daddy had 8 brothers and sisters. Some of my first cousins lived in Greensboro with a family of 5 kids. Their mom had rheumatoid arthritis and grandmother had all the kids come to her house to stay during the summer so their mom could rest. We lived nearby. We would all spend the night at grandmothers house and all the kids were in the bedrooms upstairs. All the girls on one side and all the boys on the other. We had so much fun. All my aunts and uncles and other family would come on Sunday for lunch and grandmother made banana pudding in a dishpan. We played outside the guys played ball and rode bikes and climbed in the barn and the girls played house and ball and climbed in the barn. It was so much fun. Grandmother had a big old bell she would ring when we needed to come home!
Thanks for the blog candy.ReplyCancel

i remember having to be home by the time the street lights came on. I remember reading ALL the nancy drew mysteries. I remember real home made icecream. I remember snow being over my head. I remember LOVING Little House on the Prairie on television and the Waltons too….ReplyCancel

I have so many good great memories. One of the best were the summer family vacations. Every summer, no matter where we lived, we got in the car and drove to visit family. We had so much fun in the car playing games and then visiting cousins that I often only got to see on these trips. Oh what great memories!ReplyCancel

Ahh…the good old days. Having school shoes and Sunday shoes – putting cardboard in them when you wore a hole in the soles. Wearing the worn out shoes to play in when they were good for nothing else. Running bare foot in the Summer and squishing Georgia red clay between my toes in the creek, especially after a good rain and the creek water was high. Ahh…the good old days!ReplyCancel

Good ole’ days was being able to play outside all day and catch the evening breeze with nothin to worry about except hearing your mamma call you for lunch and supper. Riding your bike and roller skating (key around your neck) on the sidewalks, blowing bubbles and catching them, what fun we had.ReplyCancel

When SAHM was an honorable profession and you didn’t get criticized for it!ReplyCancel

I enjoyed your walk down memory lane! Everything you said were my memories too. My special memory was waiting for my favorite aunt to come home for the summer months. I loved her so much and having her around for the summer was magical for me.
MaryReplyCancel

Becca,

Even though I don’t know you the more I read your blog the more I see so many similarities between you and I. I am not sure how old you are but I would venture to say we are probably pretty close in age. I was however born and raised in California, but I am from a very large old country old fashion Italian family. My grandparents came over from Italy in their 30’s and raised eight children. It has always been a very loving close knit family with wonderful values and hard working members. My favorite memories are always of our numerous visits to the ranch. As kids we were taught the value of family, hard work, honesty and always love. We worked hard, played hard and have such wonderful memories that when we get together we rehash all the old stories for the newer generations to enjoy. I remember the ranch when meals were cooked on the old woodburning stove. After the last meal of the day we gathered in the living room and listened to the old radio shows (no TV). I learned to sew on the old singer tredle sewing machine where I made all of my clothes for my Barbie and Ken dolls. As children we all had chores to do and they were done in the early morning hours so that the afternoons were free to play, and play we did. All three meals came from what you raised and grew. Everything was hand made from scratch and took hours of preperation to feed such a large family. Grammo & Grammpo had underground cellars where all the canned fruits and vegitables were stored and they were so spooky to go into. Wine was served with all meals and we even had home made vinegar. But my favorite time was dusk when we would all relax outside under the big trees and all you could hear was nature. It was so quite and peaceful. And the smell of the land was so wonderful. I consider myself to be very fortunate to have had such a wonderful family with great family values. Something that is very lacking in todays families.

MarcieReplyCancel

Playing hide and go seek. Riding the horses on the farm. Always having fun on the farm.ReplyCancel

The good old days was living in a relatively large town and having the freedom to ride our bikes wherever we wanted to go and not be afraid of anything or anyone. Kids don’t have that opportunity these days. You have to watch them like a hawk these days or someone will harm them. Such a pity.ReplyCancel

What a great idea! I’m having fun reading the responses, too! I remember being out in the alfalfa field with my brother on a windy day and trying to run away from the dirt devils – we pretended they were tornados! :)ReplyCancel

I remember riding my bike until dark. I would be gone for hours, all over town, riding, and Mom never worried. Things were simpler then. Not so many crazies, I guess. I always came home by dark, and supper would be about ready. Eating dinner as a family. Good times.ReplyCancel

Ou,’ t whole neighborhood would play Ghost in the Graveyard as soon as it got dark during the summer. It was hide and seek in the dark. I loved it! My kids play it now but, they call it Manhunt!ReplyCancel

As a child, I loved going out at night to count the stars and listen to the frogs. I loved being out at night and not being afraid. Times were sure different back then. Thanks for the chance to win some blog candy.ReplyCancel

I grew up on a farm with 6+ siblings (+ because in spite of having 7 of their own my parents took in foster children or any other kids that needed a home). We loved to play Cowboys and Bad Guys and we did it using real horses. We would make two teams (we also had 5 boys living in another small house on our farm plus 5 boys next door) so we always had lots of playmates. One team would be the good guys and one the bad. We let the bad guys leave and they could go anywhere on the farm to hide and then the good cowboys would go find them. The rules changed each time I think but did we ever have fun.ReplyCancel

One of my favorite “good old days” memories happened in the dead of winter. I grew up on a farm in southwestern Michigan and the winters were fierce. One Christmas, my two brothers, both younger than myself, received bows and arrows. The arrows had the rubber suction cup tips on them, remember? Well, it was too cold to go outside and Dad wouldnt let us go out in the barn with the bows and arrows, so we went upstairs to my brother’s room. We tried like crazy to get those rubber cup arrows to stick to the cardboard target, but alas, it was no use. I can’t remember which one of us came up with the bright idea, but we pulled the rubber suction caps off, took our pencil sharpener out and sharpened those babies. I should tell you that we lived in a very old farmhouse that had thick plaster walls. We would take turns holding the target and run back and forth the width of the bedroom wall. Arrows would be flying everywhere, mainly off of the wall. It was a pure miracle that we didnt get hurt doing this. We had a great time doing this for weeks, until Spring cleaning time rolled around. I can remember being downstairs in the front parlor and all at once hearing Deborah Kay, Delbert Steven and Carl Bradford, you get up here right now. WE looked at each other and thought oh no….we knew we were in trouble cause mom never used our full names unless it was bad. So up the stairs we went, into the boy’s room. There was mom, with an angry scowl on her face, pointing at the wall. Where did all of these holes come from she wanted to know. My heart stood still, as there must have been hundreds, if not thousands, of holes in the wall. We told her what we had done with the arrows and why and we were scared to death. Needless to say, my mom had a jar of patching plaster already made up and she sat there and watched the three of us patch every hole in that wall. To be honest, we didnt have a clue we had done anything wrong until we filled those holes in. Then came the real punishement. First came the lecture, as mom didnt believe in whippings (she had been beaten as a child), and then she confiscated the bows and arrows. Then the following Saturday we had to paint the wall before we could watch cartoons. Mom never told dad about the little episode as we would not have gotten off as easily as we did. To this day, we still get a hearty laugh out of the story.ReplyCancel

Beens I plan to leave a committ every day—-I’ll start with climbing high in the old elm tree in the front yard—–liking there to be a real good breeze—was like an exciting new world. Yes , I was a tom-boy.
What a great childhood. And now at 64 I get dizzy on the step stool.LOL
Thanks, Tomi JoReplyCancel

My first thought was of playing hide and seek with the whole neighborhood. I remember one time when my sister and I had to do the dinner dishes before we could go out and play! Everyone else was playing already and we could see them out the kitchen window-it was so hard to not be with our friends.ReplyCancel

This weekend our neighbors invited us over to watch AVATAR on and outdoor screen they had made out of sheets. It brought back childhood memories of trips to the Drive-In Movie Theater. Mom would always have food packed, but our big treat was to go to the snack bar for the best dill pickles in plastic pouches. I can remember being frightened of King Kong and my dad wrapping me in his arms and telling me it wasn’t a real gorilla. I can’t believe that was over 50 years ago!ReplyCancel

The “good old days” always remind me of my Grandma and her sister–a great aunt. My Grandpa died very young, so she lived alone in town while we lived on the family farm. Just down the road lived her sister and husband on another farm. Anyway in the good old days we had the party line system for the phones. Grandma would call her sister every day at 10:00am. I was such a snoop and listened in whenever I could. I got to hear all the juicy family gossip and then I would go tell Mom. I can’t believe they never could tell I was listening.ReplyCancel

Didn’t have a bathroom in our house in Arkansas – so Dad hooked up a shower head on a hose off our back porch. Down the path was the outhouse. Thank the Lord, Dad didn’t stay at that church long as the preacher.ReplyCancel

Thanks for the opportunity to go down memory lane. I have many fond memories of growing up. I’ll share a couple about my mom who is the best! When I was little, I remember sitting on the floor in the dining room- I’d hide there on purpose. I loved listening to my mom hum and sing when she was at the kitchen sink or cooking in the kitchen. I really thought the sound I heard was what Angel voices must sound like. I had to hide in the dining room to listen because she didn’t like her singing voice and if she thought I was listening on purpose, she’d get embarrassed and wouldn’t sing anymore. My other memory to share is that my mother was a seamstress by trade and was always sewing at home. She’d always let me have as many fabric scraps as I’d like and she taught me how to sew that way. I’d make ‘designer’ clothes for my barbie dolls. It didn’t matter to me if I had made anything at all, I just loved spending time with my mom and being able to do something with her that she loved to do.ReplyCancel

I grew up in western New York and I fondly remember being outside during the summer from the time we got up and dressed in the morning until the street lights came on, only coming home to check in with mom and dad so they knew we were ok. We played kick the can, hide and seek, hopscotch, rode our bikes, played with all the kids in the neighborhood, younger and older. Now I’m afraid to let my 8 year old outside by himself, because things just aren’t the way they used to be. I never played video games or even watched much tv…if it was nice out, my mom made us play outside. I miss those times…

Love your blog, my mom linked it to me last year and I check it out every day. You are so creative and I love seeing your creations every day!

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I, too, remember spending time with my grandparents in rural Mississippi with no running water, and baths in number 9 wash tubs in the kitchen, and screen doors and Mama hollering “no slamming that screen door” and family reunions under the oak tree in the front yard and my “Mama Howe’s” coconut cake. Playing hide n go seek in the rows of cotton.
I remember my grandmother in TN who taught me to play rummy, watch Gunsmoke and Candid Camera. A grandmother who made brownies with 10 cent a box Jiffy mix and added nuts and chocolate chips and whatever was in the pantry to them.

But I remember too when I first my in-laws who as late as 1988 in AR still had no inside running water, who still shared cropped and fished commercially until he was 86. They raise 10 kids ( 9 boys and a daughter) that way. Who taught me to make fresh preserves, homemade veggie soup mix in canning jars, and to quilt. My Christmas presents from them each yr consisted of 5 lbs of shelled pecans ( the little ones not paper shells) and a “mess” of slab crappe . In 2004, I lost my wonderful husband, 2 yrs later his mom and last yr his dad but I will have the memories for the rest of my life. I hope my grandson whom I am raising in the country has wonderful memories too to carry him thru. thanks BeccaReplyCancel

Becca, you sure know how to stir up memories. I’ve enjoyed reading the responses from your fans. My growing up sounds a lot like yours too. summers seemed to be so long when I was a child. Now, they seem to speed by so quickly. Warm summer evenings catching lightening bugs and laying in the grass watching for shooting stars with my brothers and sister, bring back sweet memories for me. Oh, that was such a peaceful time. Thank you for a chance to win your delicious candy. Blessings!ReplyCancel

Where would we be without our memories! To draw on when we need to bolster our inner-self and to impart treasures to our children and family. I grew up on a farm and remember every school holidays my “city” cousins visiting and sharing my world with me. They would have a wonderful time, simply doing what I would call “everyday life”. It was a constant reminder that what I call normal and to be honest, sometimes a chore (i.e. feeding the chooks, collecting eggs, bringing animals in – those of you who live on a farm know the drill), to my cousins it was the most wonderful place to be and it was great to be reminded of how lucky I was to grow up on a farm. 30 years later, they still reminisce about the wonderful holidays they had with us. I now live on the outskirts of a city called Melbourne (Aust) and from time to time, miss just going for a walk in the beautiful forests where the only sounds you hear are the animals calling to each other, and the trickle of mountain streams. Thanks Becca for a chance to win your blog candy. You are very generous with you continual opportunites!ReplyCancel

Awesome topic! The first thing that came to mind was playing traditional Filipino games on the busy city street where I grew up in the Philippines. We would play tag, hide and seek, hopskotch, volleyball, etc. There are a lot of other games but I don’t know how they are called in English. The funny thing is, the game pauses everytime a vehicle or jeepney passes through. And as soon as the street is clear, all kids go back to the middle of the street and the game resumes. Back then, we didn’t need tv, computer or handheld games to be entertained. We kids would meet outside after we go home from school and just play til about 6 pm. Then we come home with sweaty shirts and dirty feet. Our Moms were not happy everytime that happens. Those were the days…ReplyCancel

Good Ole Days – When I could go downtown KC by myself when I was 13 yrs old and not be afraid someone would abduct me. Visiting all the major department stores bargain basement sales and the old Kresge’s store. My grandkids will never be able to do that. The blog candy looks great. Thank you.ReplyCancel

That’s so funny that you asked for memories since I was just going through old pictures of my teen years and posting them to my facebook page. Old friends have been enjoying the memories. One of my funnest times was in college when I and several dorm friends decided to teepee a guy’s car late one night. Not so fun was when he and his roommates, one of them my brother, later kidnapped my roommate and me (took them awhile to figure out who it was, but that story is for tomorrow) and took us out to the freezing cold lake, threw us in it, sprayed us with whipped cream so we’d have to rinse off, and then left us to walk back to campus. I think we ended up getting the upper hand, though, when we hitched a ride back to campus with a family who lived in a nearby home (we were out in the country), showered and showed up at dinner just as they were walking out shortly before it closed. The shocked looks on their faces made it all worth it.ReplyCancel

I remember when I started dating my fiancee, so three years ago today. We had been together for about six months and he gave me a beautiful origami rose. He is a math major at the university of washington and origami is his hobby. Anyway, attached to the rose was a very sweet four line poem. Origami roses kinda became a tradition for us and he gave me one on special occasions like my birthday or valentines day. There was always a poem attached and they were always very sweet. I thought it was simply a romantic gesture until last Saturday, when he gave me the twelfth rose while we were standing in a beautiful white gazebo at sunset. He then put together the first word of each poem into this phrase: “I have something of supreme importance I have been waiting to ask”……”will you marry me?” I then twisted the stem of the rose and the center opened to reveal a beautiful ring! I couldn’t believe he had been planning it for 2 and a half years….he is amazing. We are getting married next summer!ReplyCancel

Since I was a “city” kid I wasn’t afforded the quietness of the night in the country, but my parents sent me, my sister and 4 brothers to a relatives dairy farm every summer. There we played baseball in the fields using cow “pies” for bases, swam in the creek in our underwear (avoiding the nettles), playing in the hay barn (getting flea bites), helping in the milking parlor and carrying in buckets of milk for the table. I learned a great deal about work ethic, getting along with each other, and just plain having a great time.
Thanks for an opp for the blog candy.ReplyCancel

The “good old days” – we did not have cell phones and computers and all these gadgets. We coped well, we weren’t late for appointments, we had more family time. My kids don’t know how we ever lived without it.
Desert hugs from United Arab Emirates
LizetteReplyCancel

Already at 29 years old I feel ancient. How the world has changed!! How the kids have changed. I remember the everyday things, riding bikes without helmets, swimming in the irrigation channel, playing night-time hide ‘n seek with a torch (Spotlight) in the neighbourhood gardens, all these now illegal!! Our selfish, arrogant kids of today truly are missing out on the simple things.ReplyCancel

Where should I start (yep, I’m a day late as I didn’t open my emails last night!). I’m a 60s teenager from the UK so memories are many. Buying my first Beatles single and all those that followed. Going to the movies for an evening out and socialising in coffee bars, not on street corners.
A week of nostalgia … superb!ReplyCancel

Thank you for sharing your wonderful memories with us, many of which I can relate to also. One of my favorite memories is playing cowgirl & ‘riding’ on an old handmade stool that was my faithful steed through many an hour of imaginary fun. Oh, how I wish children today could experience the same type of fun…using your imagination, no video games, movies, TV, DVDs, etc.ReplyCancel

Penny candy, nickle Coke in a bottle pulled out of a cooler of ice water….being able to send a child to town and not having to worry about if they would be ok…not having to lock your doors…..ever…..I know I’m dating myself, but I remember these things! Roy Rogers, Dale Evans….Howdy Doody, Lassie…..Oh my! I have not thought of these things for years! Thanks so much for letting me remember with you! I’m sitting here with a huge grin on my face!ReplyCancel

I was born in 1947. Despite being on the other side of the Atlantic to most of you I share many of your memories of playing with all the other neighbourhood children from early morning until bedtime! Of course the sun always shone, there were no dangers, no quarrels (!)… but one of my happiest memories is going with my mother and elder sister to pick wild blackberries by the disused canal, then coming home to watch mother make blackberry and apple jelly and eating it, still warm, on thick slices of bread and butter for tea. I have continued to pick blackberries and make jelly all my married life.ReplyCancel

So many memories – most of my summers were spent just playing outside with whatever we could find. Spent lots of time in a “hut” underneath a mimosa tree and playing with those “fluffy” flowers and the “bean” seeds. Cooked up many “meals” with those beans!!! Also spent time at my grandma’s house in the country. One of those memories was playing with a June Bug on a string – – -yes, I really did that! My brother would catch the bug and tie a string on the leg of the bug. It was awesome!! – – then there were the doodle bugs and the way we softly stirred the dirt and sang “doodle bug, doodle bug – – come out to play!” I live in the country today and still sometimes see those “doodle bug holes” and may stop just to stir in the dirt just to see him dig a little deeper!

Thanks for the chance to win some blog candy! I LOVE your posts!!!ReplyCancel

As a young’n I remember playing ‘red light, green light’ and ‘hop scotch’ besides fighting with my 3 brothers. Had to learn at young age to stick up for myself.

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Soda shops–remember twirling around on those silver stools with red padded seats? And eating LOTS of ice cream in pretty glass sundae dishes. Plus we got to watch the “soda jerk” actually make it in front of our eyes. I remember when a single scoop ice cream cone cost 7 cents. How do I know? I was a soda jerk in the 60’s. The most interesting thing was when someone ordered a banana split. We didn’t keep bananas at the shop because they ripened too quickly, so I needed to excuse myself and run 2 stores down the block and buy a couple bananas before making their special ordered banana split. What a hoot!ReplyCancel

Hi Becca

Hope your knee is improving.

Thanks for another chance to win blog candy!

I’m in the UK, so some memories will be different from yours in the US, but the sense of freedom, to play, ride bikes, pond dip with a net and a jam jar, have picnics with home-made ginger beer or lemonade are probably common to us all.

Ahhhh! Those were the days!

Anne (UK)ReplyCancel

Hey Becca:

I lived in the city and there was an empty lot down the street from where we lived. That lot became a baseball field for all of the neighborhood kids. Boy, did we have fun! We had about 30 kids within a 2 block radius, so we never lacked for players. We didn’t appreciate it at the time, but we played without the fear of being abducted or harmed in any way. Such sadness today that the young children do not have that freedom!ReplyCancel

I recall playing outside until my parents MADE me come in. We rode our bikes, played hide & seek, played down @ the local lake (dangerous?), caught June bugs, & our parents tied a string around a leg- more fun than a kite. At night we caught “lightening bugs” in jars. My dad would poke holes in the lid, we’d put grass inside, & truly believed they would live forever in our makeshift homes. Aah…good memories of a much simpler life!ReplyCancel

My best memories are all from summer it seems…
Chasing fireflies around in the dusk to see that cool green light…ReplyCancel

When I was growing up, from 3rd grade through the 7th grade, the majority of families that lived on my street had children about the same ages as my sister and myself. A group of us would spend most every day together, and it was almost always outdoors doing something that involved using up a lot of our energy. One day a bunch of us packed up some food, hopped on our bikes and pedaled probably 6-8 miles to a camping area. Across from the camping area we picked up some matches so that we could start a fire in one the campfires so that we could cook our hotdogs that we had packed. After lunch we got back on our bikes and traveled a little further until we came to a great swimming hole. Our parents didn’t care where we went, as long as we were home for supper. It’s hard to believe that parents were so lenient back then because as a parent myself, I rarely let my children out of my sight.ReplyCancel

I can remember those day also Becca, I remember 12 feet of snow in my back yard and building tunnels in it and cave, the field across from my house would flood and we would go shaking and play hockey on it, I can reember the smell of homemade bread made on the wood stove, I remember the first VCR and it was beta and how amazing it was to watch a movie at home. Memories are a wonderful gift.ReplyCancel

I’m one of 7 – 5 girls & 2 boys – funny how I still refer to us as girls and boys (we’re well past that age!) Our childhood memories are a constant ongoing story telling “contest” who remembers which vacation from what point of view. And, thankfully my father was great for taking slides & photos – thousands of them – we can (and do) sit for hours looking at them when we get together. The memories are being past down to our children and they too remind us “we’ve heard that before!”ReplyCancel

One of my favorite memories of childhood was catching lightening bugs. Mom would give us a jar to put them in. We’d sit and watch them light up and when Mom called us in we’d have to let them go. Such a fun relaxing time. As summer approaches I should think about doing that again!ReplyCancel

Becca,
A lot of your memories triggered the same childhood memories of mine. I walked one and a half mines to school each way everyday. Children back then got lots of exercise.
MaryReplyCancel

One of my favorite childhood memories is that of playing Annie, Annie Over with my friends in a our nice, quiet, suburban neighborhood, where we kids could walk to where ever we wanted to go and feel safe.ReplyCancel

I wish my son could experience going to a small school, where everyone knows everyone. Teachers that taught parents, teach their kids, too. Nothing to worry about. No drugs, no big discipline problems, no worries about guns or things like that. I hope he keeps his childhood innocence for as long as possilbe. Actually, I wish all kids would have that gift.ReplyCancel

I love the memory of Christmas Eve at Gramma’s where the menu always included home-made soup and dumplins, and a home-made gift from Gramma.ReplyCancel

The good old days were having fun at the beach in France during the summer. More about it tomorrow!ReplyCancel

Memories…they are what make us who we are! Thanks for sharing some of yours.ReplyCancel

Don’t we all wish times were more like the ole’ days. My memories seem like yesterday and I am 52 years old. Me and my sister used to play under this big tree in our front yard. We took all our dolls and their belonging out there and set up a little house. In the fall we actually made rooms out of the leaves. At night we sat with Mr. and Mrs. Burton who lived next door in their front yard. The adults would converse while us kids caught lightening bugs. As I got older me and my cousin would ride our bikes out to the McFerren Park swimming pool….the hot place to go as a teen and still is as far as I know. The pool was on this island that had a lagoon around it and you had to cross this bridge to get in. I remember this big tree by the bridge that went down toward the lagoon and you could climb down there and sit close to the water but it was tricky to get down there without falling in the water. Then we would ride our bikes back just before it got dark for supper. I loved those days! Carefree, the town was quiet and fearless. We never had to worry about strangers because we knew everyone. My mother was one of two nurses who treated the whole town so everyone knew us. We too played alot of tag at night on Washington Street. that was the street where all the popular kids lived and my cousins. You know I am sure my parents worried when I was out running around but not because they were concerned about drinking, drugs or getting killed. Sometimes I wish I could move back there but as we all know those times are long gone. Gosh I am such a downer!!! None of that……..those are the good ole’ days. Who sang that song….Carly Simon I believe. And I believe we use to hear that song as we waited in line to get into the pool. Ahhh…..thanks for making all of us go back to those wonderful memories Becca. I bet you are having fun reading all these entries. God Bless!ReplyCancel

Becca, I just love your website, your work is beautiful.

Growing up every summer for as long as I can remember, I went with my grandmother to her family farm where her three brothers lived all their lives. At the time I did not think it was too great getting up before dawn to collect eggs but that was my job before breakfast. Helping plant the garden(s), more than than one, getting the milk out of the cold house, where a spring ran thru to keep things cold, no refrigerator until later years, churning butter, I learned to can at a young age, and have continued to do it even now. My son’s were raised on home canned foods, which I still share with them even though they are married and have families of their own. But one of my most favoriate things was playing in the creek during the middle of the day when it was so hot.ReplyCancel

Another good ole memory stems from being at my grandparents farm. The kitchen had an old wood burning stove and my grandmother was so excited that she now had a pump by her kitchen sink. I loved to grab that handle and pull and push it to get water in the sink. There was a pump outside too, and I remember them pumping water into a great big galvanized tub so I could take a bath. Yep, right there outside! Grandma would come out with hot water to just take the chill of that pumped water. (I can’t believe all of these memories that have come rushing forward!)ReplyCancel

My memories from days gone by include riding my bike for miles and miles, popping the tar bubbles on the hot road with my bike tires and just exploring the roads near my house. Fishing in the pond nearby and picking wild strawberries and carrying them home in my red stained shirt front so Mom could make some jelly with them (of course there wasn’t enough for jelly).ReplyCancel

All my mom’s brothers had dairy farms. We would go visit and have such a great time with our cousins. Hugs, Nellie.ReplyCancel

The good ol’ days? First thing that comes to mind is the freedom to play outside. My friends and I would be gone a.l.l. day until it was too dark to play anymore. We had the run of the neighborhood and had a blast. We live in a nice neighborhood but I don’t let me kids just vanish until dark and don’t know anyone who does today, things are just different now. :-( We had so much fun…riding bikes, building bike ramps, freeze tag, kickball, stickball, four square, cloud watching, just hanging out together getting tan. Yep, the good ol’ days.ReplyCancel

When I was little and the grandkids would get rambunctious in the house, Grandma would tell us to “go out and get the stink blowed off.” Then we’d all go outside and spend hours playing in the creek, climbing in the hayloft, making dolls out of weeds, and have a great time — no computers, no Wii, no iPods — just hours of old-fashioned fun.ReplyCancel

I loved eating popsicles on our front stoop in the summertime :) Thanks for a chance at this generous blog candy!ReplyCancel

I remember summer days, popping the cap off of a glass Dr. Pepper bottle and taking a big, long drink – those were the best tasting sodas ever!ReplyCancel

The good Old days. Racing around everywhere on my roller skates.Being sent out of the house in the morning with a bottle of water and not coming home until we were all hungry. Being chsed by geese if we dared to try and pinch rhubarb out of the gardens.
Playing football with the lads and the neighbours complaining about me keep swinging on the lamp posts.I’d come home absolutely black whilst my two sisters returned home with their white dresses still pure white.
(But guess who had the most fun?)ReplyCancel

I remember getting up at 5:30 am when I was a kid visiting my maternal grandparents. It was so quite, just the crickets, and my Grandmamma puttering around in the kitchen getting coffee on to boil. She grew up in a logging camp and had been getting up early all her life.

This was some of the best time I had as a kid – time spent at my grandparents’.

Smiles~
MarilynReplyCancel

I remember going camping with my family as that was the only summer vacation we could afford. My brother and I both played guitar and walked the camp grounds at nite to find other kids that would like to sit by our family bonfire and sing along with us. It was so relaxing and so much fun! We looked forward to those trips every year and still talk about them today:)

Love your blog, Becca! Thanks for the chance to win some blog candy…ReplyCancel

The Good Ole Days! When your a kid they are all good. There were 6 of us kids. We were a year to a year and a half apart. We lived in up state NY. Going into town was a treat for us because we lived so far away.

Rolling hills, apple trees to climb, barns to play in and creeks to swim in. Ma would kick us out the door in the morning and we weren’t seen again till after dark. Our only neighbor lived at the bottom of the hill. They had 4 or 5 kids our ages.

In the summer it was swimming in the same creek where the neighbors dairy cows crossed to get to the milking barn, we played in our hay loft and spead down our dirt road on our bikes. We’d catch lightning bugs and put them in a jar and play shadow tag with flashlights. If the weather was bad us 4 girls would sit on the kitchen floor and play “jacks”. And the best, jumping on the beds. Boy did we get in trouble a lot for that.

In the winter we would spend days riding our sleds down the same dirt road hoping we could drag our feet long enough to make us stop before we hit the barb wire fence. Once, My sister was not so lucky.
We laugh about it now. On cardbord boxes or an old refrigerator door we would slide down a hill behind the house. We made snow caves in the driveway after our dad would spend hours shoveling it.

When your a kid they are all good.ReplyCancel

Oh my goodness Becca – you have a lot of blogs to read! This subject of memories has opened up many of them for a lot of us! Walking to the Milk Bar down around the corner with pocket money in my hot little hand (maybe 20cents) and buying a bag of mixed lollies. Gazing through the glass counter and picking out “1 of those, 3 of those, 2 of the red ones etc. etc. Gone are those days!
Thanks for opening up the memory banks and also for the opportunity to perhaps win the blog candy.ReplyCancel

The good olde days!!! Wow… Becca your comments on the good olde days brought back so many of the same memories. One of my favorite memories is the nights my Dad would come home late and we would sit in the backyard and just visit. My Dad was of few words so I enjoyed the times just he and I spent together.ReplyCancel

Oh sure Becca I remember the good ole days, when food was really food, non of this instant this and instant that! Swinging in the tire swing, playing hopscotch, running through the fileds, wasn’t allowed to chop cause I cut down everything but the grass! LOL, sure wasn’t funny to mommy! Fishing in the pond all day long only to catch one brim. Swinging across the stream on a tree vine. I remember the only light we had at night was the moonlight. I remember not being afraid to inhale cause the air was clean and pure, ah yes, the good ole days, can someone bring them back.ReplyCancel

Memories of the innocence of childhood where you believed in the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, etc. Great Memories!!!ReplyCancel

#2 In the “good ole days” we used to play outside all the time. There were no home video games to keep us inside. Blessings.ReplyCancel

I love your newest card; those colors are just stunning!!ReplyCancel

Ahhh, the good ol’ days! It always included a 2 mile walk every Saturday with girl friends to a local shopping center where we would go from store to store window shopping and then have lunch at the counter of a restaurant there before we walked home. What fun!!!!!ReplyCancel

The good ole days for me consist of spending time with special family members and friends, rather than relating technologically like we do today! Picnics are high on my list of favorite memories – lots of good food and conversation and laughter.ReplyCancel

#2 – Biking everywhere, without an adult, even the 7+ miles to your best friends house through the back roads in the middle of nowhere!

Smiles~
MarilynReplyCancel

I remember my Dad telling me and my three brothers to go fill up our cars with gas, there was a gas war on and it was down to .249 a gallon…can you imagine and the same gas station sold cigarettes in a machine for 23 cents….you put a quarter in the machine and two pennies were scotch taped to your pack of cigarettes.
Wow…the good old days!ReplyCancel

Living at the top of hill in the mountains near Yosemite meant sledding in the winter and skateboarding in the summer. Of course, this being the early 60s our skateboards were literally, that: a board with the two halfs of a roller skate nailed to the bottom. It was great fun until my sister fell and broke her collar bone. After that, Dad wouldn’t allow us to go from the top of the hill. Bummer!ReplyCancel

Back in the good ole days, my friends and I could play outside, anywhere in the neighborhood, until the streetlights came on. All the parents had different signals to let their children know it was time to come home – whistles, turning the porch light on and off or, in one case, the parent would bang on a drum – we all thought that was so cool. All of the neighborhood adults would take care of anybody who was ‘wounded’ near their house. We all knew that if we misbehaved we would be in trouble by the time we got home because after we got fussed at by the closest neighborhood adult, they would call and ‘tattle’ to our families and heaven help anyone who was disrespectful. I think we need some more neighborhoods like that.ReplyCancel

You don’t look old enough to share some of the same memories that I have. I have plenty from childhood and teen years, such happy times. One I often share is sleeping with my Granny at her farm. I was the oldest grandchild so I was allowed to stay weekends in the winter and lots of days in the summer. We lived in town about 30 miles away. Winters were cold and the only heat in the house was in the living room from a pot belly wood stove. The fire was put out at night and it was very cold in the bedrooms, but I was snuggled down in the feather bed with quilts piled on top, so that I could hardly move. I have no idea where my grandpa slept when I was there but I sure treasured the time with Granny and her stories.ReplyCancel

Playing with friends in the creek during the hot summertime. splashing, catching crayfish, just being kids. Going into my friend’s grandmother’s house and she had a summer kitchen and she would be baking cookies or gingerbread or have some kind of cool snack for us.
Love the blog candy!
JeanReplyCancel

Hi Becca,

Thanks for giving multiple opportunities to win the blog candy! I love the card you made today. Your creations always inspire me to go beyond my comfort zone in stamping.

Thanks for all you do!

Shawn K.ReplyCancel

Wow,, Talk about a walk down memory lane.
It wasn’t nothing for us to get our chores done and then go out for the rest of the day, until the streetlights come on.
Or to stop and talk to Mr. and Mrs. Jennings, an elderly couple that lived up the street.
We live a few doors up from the swimming pool and park.
That is where we spent most of our time.
We would swing so high we would touch out toes to the leaves on the trees.
Then there was Saturday gym, oh I loved Saturday gym.
The gym teacher came in on Saturdays and taught us the things we wanted to learn.
We would stop on the way and get us some snack because the time we got out of there we would be hungry.
For a quarter we could get a pop for 12 cents, a 3 cent Hershey bar, a 5 cent bag of chips and 5 cent bag of peanuts.

Ahhh, the good old days, you could sleep in front of the screen door and feel that summer breeze blow in on you because it was so hot to sleep in the bed.ReplyCancel

Playing family games and swimming in the lake. Then grilling and roasting marshallows over a fire. That’s good old days.ReplyCancel

Playing kickball, tag, cops and robbers and then hearing your mom call you in for supper. No worries, just fun.ReplyCancel

So many great memories are flooding back – all thanks to you, Becca!
I remember the Fiesta truck. This was a fellow whole drove around and delivered (!) chips and ‘pop’ as we call it. Can you imagine that now? I mean, I would be in heaven if someone were to deliver chips to me! Everyone knows not to leave me alone with a bag of chips ;)
I also recall my old Singer sewing machine. It is either from 1911 or 1913. It has a bullet shaped bobbin and goes forward and backward. In those days, having your machine stitch backwards meant one thing: turn your project around-lol!! I still have this lug in the locker, but the darn thing weighs more than I do-lol, so there it shall stay. I wonder what it would fetch if I decide to sell it? Hmmm.
Thanks for the chance to win!ReplyCancel

I think I just loved how simple things were (I’m not that old -42), but things have changed so much since I was little. We could go outside and play all day, and our parents didn’t have to worry about us. The whole neighborhood watched out for everyone’s kids.

hugs,
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Memories of family nights at the drive-in movie theater… hooking the speaker over the front window so we could all hear the sound… looking forward to the intermission so that we could have all of yummy goodies that we had packed in the car….. such wonderful memories of a time gone by.ReplyCancel

Hi Becca, Beautiful Card!! Well the good ole days…my sisters and our kids sit around talking to my grandmother, she is 93 years old and she will tell us stories of being Rosie the Riveter. She was one of the women that worked in the factories when all the men when off to war. She amazes us with her stories. Just love her!! Thanks, Teresa E.ReplyCancel

Hi I have only recently found and subscribed to your site. Oh cards to aspire to. If only my dear ol mum could have tied bows just as you do when she insisted that I wear one in my hair on a bonnet etc. How I used to protest. I would also love to tie a bow as yourself. Please find time to do a tutorial at sometime. Hope I am not showing my age to much with the bonnet. kindest regards DemiReplyCancel

One of the games I remember playing was “kick the can”…I don’t know if the kids play it anymore.ReplyCancel

When my family talks about the good old days, we always bring up what my grandfather used to say: “I remember when I could get a hamburger and a cup of coffee for a nickel.”

And when I was in high school, if I had a $10 bill, I could fill up my gas tank and still have money left over for lunch at McDonald’s.

Those were the days! :)ReplyCancel

Oh My! I have been reading all the comments above and it has been so much fun! I cannot believe all the memories that are coming back to me because of what everyone else has written. Living in Wisconsin, when the weather was bad outside, we would go down in our basement with all the neighborhood kids and play Fruit Basket Upside Down and other games. We had a dart board down there and played darts or we would roller skate in the basement. We would go to the park in town to ice skate in the winter. One day when my Mom took us to school in the little old Crosley (no longer being made) we had about nine kids, two mothers and a big bird dog in the car. They always watched as we all got out and thought it was fantastic that we piled so many in that little car (about the size of a volkswagon). One day, while Mom was in talking with the teachers, the kids picked that little car up and put it on the sidewalk. Then in Iowa, all the cousins would get together at Grandma’s house and she always had a fudge cake waiting for us. We always loved watching her make homemade dinner rolls! Or catching those fantastical fascinating lighning bugs! In Philadelphia, during the war, we would have to hurry home when the air raid sirens went off. Mom ran around closing all the curtains, thowing a sweater over the front of the radio so the light wouldn’t show. Oh the memories! I could go on and on. And probably will tomorrow! I am enjoying everyones memories. Thanks for the chance to win the blog candy Becca.ReplyCancel

oh my gosh.. I know what you are talking about !

How about playing…Mother may I ? Red light, Green light? Simon Says.

Tv show tag, cartoon tag etc. wow!ReplyCancel

Oh, I remember summer break from school. My mom and dad worked all day. So my sister and I were left to fend for ourselves. We usually ran around with our friends all day long riding bikes, going to the creek, going to the pool. Then about an hour before my mom got home we would run home to do our chores before she would get home. The good ole days. Thanks MariReplyCancel

Becca, I remember playing hide and seek outside with all the neighborhood kids after dark on summer nights…it was fun!!ReplyCancel

Wow what wonderful memories and each of us in one way or other seem to share in those good ole day’ memories! Weather it is just remembering the same game or lived the same way of life or smiled over a simular / familar memory from another member’s comment. My favorite ‘good ole day’ memories would be from our family reunions on my dad’s side. We always met at my aunt Ruby’s house in mid summer [Ks.] the ladies would gather in the kitchen and the men would gather out back by the garage, we kids just ran free playing many of the games already mentioned – til the dinner bell rang! The ladies would serve up the meals in cafe’ style, most my aunts were restraunt cooks [they were not called chefs back then] others were waitress’ so it was neat to see the compation of who could carry the most plates or the most glasses of water to the tables. I even got my waitress training here early in life. I remember the yr my aunt Tammy won with carrying 7 plates n 5 glasses of water without spilling the water or getting any of the mashpotatoes n gravey on the bottom of the plate above it or next to it! Now that was a trick in itself. She didn’t deliver the plates n the water at sametime but still placed each on table on her own with any help! I still miss those who are not with us anymore and the reunions are almost non existant.:{ miss the lonnnngggg Adult table as the kids ate on sheets laid out all over the living room and on the parlor floors. I did get to sit at the adult table for only 1yr b4 we moved the dinners to the local K.ofC. building. :}Thanks for reminding me of my family fondly once more!ReplyCancel

The good old days…..playing till it was dark, going for walks in the pasture on the farm without my mom or dad because things were so safe than. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity for the lovely prizes. Hope I win.
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When I was about 3 or 4 years old sitting on the counter in Marsdens Stores. A real old fashioned grocery store with wooden shelves holding tins and all manner of goods. The sugar was sold in blue ‘sugar paper’ bags. The butter came in huge barrels and was freshly weighed up using butter pats (wooden paddle like tools).ReplyCancel

I remember I wasn’t allowed to wear makeup in school. But I would always borrow my friend’s makeup and wear it anyway. I was the last one off the bus after school so I always had time to wipe it off. Blue eyeliner, blue mascara, and blue eyeshadow were the rage at that time. One day when I got home from school I was leaning against the stereo record player telling my mom about my day when she asked me why my eyes were blue. I got in SO much trouble–but I’ll never forget it…and we still laugh about it to this day. However, these days I tend to stick with brown/black mascara.ReplyCancel

Well, I guess I goofed and forgot to add an old time memory! :) I don’t remember alot of the things you mentioned Becca, but I do remember going to the “Dime Store!” Getting just a few pennies…. And heading over to a Dime Store on the corner. All the fun little candies! I don’t even know if I could remember all the names! Candy buttons, little wax bottles with some kind of sweet sugary liquid in them, taffy, there were SO many!!!! Walking to the park to play, just myself and my siblings. (Can’t do that now!) Or just riding my bike around the block and stopping at a girlfriends home. Oh yes, and spending the night at my friends on Friday night, eating popcorn and staying up late to watch “Chiller!” :) Those were the carefree days of childhood for me!ReplyCancel

You must have lived down the road from me, I remember doing all those things as well. My favorite pastime was climbing up in a chinaberry tree and reading a book. We had a bookmobile that came every two weeks. We lived WA A A Y out in the country. That piece of property now has a fourlane bypass through it. Thanks for the opportunity to win! You are very giving.ReplyCancel

Ah, the good ole days…I think my fondest memory was when my best friend and I would have treasure hunts as children. We always had to make a craft first and that was the prize or treasure for the end of the hunt. So much fun, although, now years later, my friend finally fessed up that she loved to do the treasure hunts, but hated making the crafts! I was the older one, so I guess I used to peer pressure her into crafting! Imagine, I guess my addiction for crafting started at a young age and apparently I was a craft-pusher!!! lol :)

Thanks for your generosity and for the chance to play along in the fun!
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Hi Becca,
I love your cards and look forward to reading your posts.
What a coincidence. I am attending a college reunion at the end of May. Those of us who attended Ohio University (Athens, Ohio), in the 60’s, thought it would be a good idea to write about our memories of OU. Since I went in 1964, I guess this qualifies for the “good ole days.” I have so many fond memories of the time I spent, the friends I made, the things I learned and the beautiful campus. While many people who will attend this reunion have never retuned, until now, I returned every year, several times, from 1991-2001. You see, both my daughter and son attended OU and received their degrees. We had nine straight years between the two. While I never suggested to either child that they should attend my favorite place on earth, I’m so glad they decided to study there. Ironically, my own degree was completed in 1990, at Ursuline College in Pepper Pike, Ohio, not my beloved OU.
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I must have been like 6 or 7 that year my mother and grandmother decided to finish off some of our chickens for some gathering we were having with family. My grandmother would swing a chicken by its head then chop it off on a tree trunk & my mom would pluck the feathers & clean them. Well 1 chicken in particular ran after me all the way from the chicken coop to the kitchen door BEHEADED! Boy that was a real scare for me then now its hysterically funny. I also remember we never locked our doors back then or worried about playing in the streets & a car speeding by. And its true, all of us neighborhood kids (ages 6 to 18) would play TOGETHER hide-n-seek, red-over-red-over, tag, every imaginable game there was including playing together with a parachute where we’d lift it up and bring it about us & see how long it would take to deflate on us. Fond memories and it sure is sad my children never experienced that.ReplyCancel

I remember the good ole’ days when we’d go to bed with the door to the house unlocked. Everybody knew AND TRUSTED everybody. No need to fear robbery or harm.ReplyCancel

We lived in Oregon for a while, and at some times of year it just rains all the time. You know it’s bad when there are a million different words to decribe all the different types of rain! Mist, drizzle, mizzle (between mist and drizzle, LOL).

We had bright red slickers and rain boots and we played outside just the same. We used to make little twig and leaf boats and sail them down the gutters! Simple fun!ReplyCancel

The good ole days. When you used to be able to eat whatever you wanted without worrying if it was going to kill you before you got up from the table. Eggs, coffee, soda, bacon, cheese. In the good ole’ days, as long as it came from the 4 food groups you were good. Now nothing is good for you. Especially that stuff that tastes so good.

Now pardon me while I step off of my soap box, to go have a piece of chocolate cake! :)ReplyCancel

Here is another fond memory of my childhood… I was blessed until I was in High School to have my grandmother (my dad’s mom). She only spoke Sicilian, I could understand every stitch of what she said, only, I could really only speak in English. I could speak few words she understood. She was my favorite person on the planet and the most wonderful thing was that even with our large language barrier, we never missed a beat. We always understood each other. No one ever needed to interpret for her what I or any of her other grandchildren wanted to convey to her. She loved us so much, she just always understood. It took me years to realize that she never understood English, that’s how beautiful her love was to us. I still miss her and she passed away 26 years ago.ReplyCancel

what i miss most about the good ole days is the way kids could go outside from sun up til sun down and play. no one was worried about being kidnapped or worse. back then, everyone was your parent. if an adult told you to stop you either did or moved on. if you did something really bad you got yelled at then when you got home you got yelled at again. it still takes a village.ReplyCancel

I remember a cross country vacation when I was six years old. We stayed in a motel in Albuquerque, NM. They had bath mats with Albuquerque written on them and I learned to spell Albuquerque while getting ready to take a shower.ReplyCancel

When I was a little girl (probably about 8 or 9 years old), I had a pet squirrel named Cookie. He would walk on the back of the sofa and if you were eating vanilla wafers he would take it right out of your hand!ReplyCancel

I kept thinking about the good ole days yesterday, long after I posted. A picture came into my mind that I couldn’t shake and made me sad and longing. I thought of my 3 children kneeling beside their bed before bedtime saying their prayes…..I wonder how many do that today……Yes, those were the good old days. I wonder what today’s kids will remember.ReplyCancel

Making maple syrup in early spring. Drinking the sap out of the buckets that hang on the tree. Cooking Marshmallows and hot dogs on the fire the cooks the sap into syrup. Smelling the sweet smell of the syrup as it cooks. Spending time as a family in the woods.
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I wouldn’t trade my age for something younger and have to give up all those “old” memories either. When I was a kid, it was still safe for kids to be outside (even on Halloween night) . We would run the neighborhood and the rule was to be home by dark. Walking a mile and a half to school was no big deal because there was a little old lady who was stationed at the “busy highway” to walk us across. Didn’t have a computer until long after I was married and never missed it. We were always outdoors playing and lots of times oour toys were found objects like sticks. I vaguely remember an outhouse for a short time until my folks got the bathroom added on to the house they bought. A favorite memory is watching it start to snow HARD on a Sunday evening and knowing there was no way we would have school the next day!ReplyCancel

My memories are probably different from a lot of folks, as I grew up in India, the daughter of missionary parents. I remember going to school in the Himalayan Mountains, anywhere from 500 to 1000 miles away from where my parents lived, as that was the only English-speaking school that would be accepted by the educational systems in America. I had just barely turned 10, and it was a frightening thing to be away from mom and dad at that age, but I had two older sisters who took real good care of me. As missionaries, my parents moved around a lot, and us kids would joke that they were trying to “lose” us because when we left home for school one year we might have lived in Calcutta, but when we went home after the close of the school year, my folks might have been moved to Karmater or some other place!! The experiences I learned were unforgettable, amidst all the poverty and heartache of a third-world country where what we take for granted in this country is not not even known about over there. At the time we were over there, there was no such thing as going to the grocery store to buy a loaf of bread or even a cake mix or chocholate chips!! Everything was made by scratch. My mom had a toy sewing machine (her “real” one got lost on the boat trip from Kansas to India) on which she sewed our clothes, as there were no department stores, either, though we were able to buy fabric by the yard. On furloughs to America every 5 or 6 years, she would buy patterns that were very basic, and we would get J.C. Penny’s, Montgomery Wards, and Sears catalogs to take back to India with us. We would look through the catalogs and find dresses that we liked, and my mom would use the sleeve pieces from one of the patterns, the collar from another pattern, and the bodice or skirt from another pattern, having to adjust sizes for all 4 of us (my mom and us 3 girls). Somehow, she would come up with some beautiful dresses, which was amazing. We had no such thing as a Christmas tree or Christmas decorations, let alone wrapping paper. Our wrapping paper was in the form of pillowcases in which we would put each individual family member’s gifts which we would then hide somewhere in the house, and on Christmas Eve we would all go in search of our own pillowcases. Once everyone’s pillowcase was found, we would sit down and open our gifts. The gifts usually consisted of a couple of things that my grandmother had sent to us in a package from Kansas, and us kids would be so ecstatic to see what she had picked out for us! Funny thing, though, we NEVER felt like we were poor or missed out on anything. In fact, I think I gained a whole lot more than what some would think I might have lost out on, and I wouldn’t exchange my life experiences for anything!! I know this is long, and I promise I won’t post any other comment for this blog!! I’ve taking up enough space!! Thanx, Becca, for all you do for us, and for this blog candy!! Have a good one!ReplyCancel

Aah! for the good old days…. These days I often remember those days before wedding that I spent with MY mom….. I loved those moments of laughter, those strolls, those outing to a movie or lunch or simple breakfast outside….. It was so lovely then…. I miss all of them now… My brother is married..now she has a daughter in-law…. in my place…. I feel bad…. It seems she has totally forgotten me…. I miss her…. I love her & forever will….. MY GOOD OLD DAYS!!!! Just memories now…..

Ash…
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Wow, the “good old days” My boys ask what computer games I played when I was a little girl, they can’t understand that we didn’t have computers and TV was 3 or 4 channels and cartoons only on Sat/Sun mornings, but we sure did have lots of fun outside making up our own games. Grew up in a little town that not all of the streets were even paved and everyone knew everyone.. so you couldn’t get away with anything, it was like having the whole town of parents but no worries about gangs, drugs, etc. What a great time to grow up.ReplyCancel

The good ‘ole days where summers were golden. A truly wonderful summer night included a walk to the DQ. Remember those nights with hundreds of lightening bugs blinking their summer messages to us!
For years since we haven’t had alot of lightening bugs but it seems like they are starting to come back. It sure will be a while until they number like they use to.ReplyCancel

I got so involved yesterday reading the stories (only got to the first 50) that I forgot to enter my own! Such fun. I go back a lot farther than most of them…I was in high school in the 50s. My family lived on acreage in the country since 1920s but their time of farming had about finished by the time I remember. We did have baby pigs for a time, though, and they could wriggle out of the pen no matter what. It was fun chasing them down. We had about 8 varieties of apple trees surrounding the yard, some of which were used to make cider. We’d occasionally hear the pop of a bottle from the cellar as the cider ‘hardened.’ My brothers tried brewing their own beer from potatoes with the same result (exploding bottles). I don’t remember if any of it was ever drinkable, I was too young to taste it. Chicken and dumplings every Sunday for a mid-day meal and popcorn and (about once a month) fudge for the evening ‘meal.’ mmmm-mmm!
Thanks for jogging the memory and offering such wonderful ‘candy.’ReplyCancel

We used to kill 10 to 12 hogs in the winter each year. The meat was packed in salt boxes to cure. Home made sausges were 6 to 8 feet long and hung on poles dry. When I was about 17, we killed hogs on Friday after Thanksgiving. One of my jobs that day was to wash chittlins. My boyfriend came over that night and we sat in the parlor. My hands smelled so BAD, I had to sit with my arms folded and a fist under each arm to try to hide the smell. The moral of this story is don’t date on hog killing day.ReplyCancel

The “Good Ole Days” were the days when you didn’t have to lock your windows and doors. You didn’t need security bolts and alarm systems and the keys were always under the door mat! You didn’t bolt down lawn furniture or Holiday decorations, you didn’t need to fence in your yard and you could go to any neighbor’s house, let out a holler at the door and walk right in. We didn’t have to make prior arrangements to visit family or friends, we just went and they welcomed us with open arms. If we borrowed money from any one we always paid it back, if some one co-signed for another they always paid the bill, never defaulted leaving the co-signer with the debt.

Dad didn’t have a car until the mid ’50’s, he was about 43 then. Mom didn’t drive, she didn’t need to, Dad was never too busy to take her. We didn’t lock the car, didn’t have to, the keys were always under the floor mat! We didn’t have to look around our car in a parking lot to be sure no one was waiting to jump in, kidnap or carjack us and we lived in the suburbs. Was life easy then???? Absolutely easier than today.

If we missed the school bus another bus would stop and pick us up, not a problem. We had “party line” telephone with as many as six families sharing one line. We didn’t listen in on the other families conversations. The telephone didn’t have a dial on it, an operator would come on and say “what number please!!!”. Please and thank you WERE ALWAYS USED. If we received some one else’s mail in error we didn’t open it, Mom would tell us to run down the street to so and so’s house and give them their mail and tell them that the mail man left it at our house. And run we did, we didn’t have to worry about a car hitting us.

We didn’t have swing sets and play toys permanently mounted in the front yards, they were always in the back yard, out of public view because keeping our neighborhood nice and clean was the PROPER WAY to live. We never used our front lawns as a parking lot, that’s what a driveway and street were for and if we didn’t have a driveway we had a designated parking area for cars only – it was always safer for use kids that way because we didn’t play in the “parking area” of the property. We didn’t have old junk cars sitting around with weeds growing under and around them, we were glad to get them out of there because it made our property neat and clean.

We helped any one and every one even if they called us during the night or on a work night, we’d get up, get dressed and go and didn’t complain about it and we didn’t expect to be paid for it either. We held the door open for others no matter where it was. We made sure the elderly were ok even if it were a neighbor or stranger struggling to walk and carry packages, we offered to help. And little old ladies were never jumped for their purses either.

If a family member a friend or even just a neighbor were sick or injured we gladly offered our assistance and helped in any way we could. We’d bring meals, go to the market and when we had extra money we’d pay for their groceries. Our mom’s would clean their house and do laundry, and our dad’s would mow the lawns and in other words just help them in any possible way to show them that we know how tough it is when one family member is so sick or injured that they can’t do things for themselves and need their spouses help. Our mom’s keep their kids for a few hours after school so their mom’s could get some much needed rest or attend doctor appointments and even take them to an appointment when we could and not expect to be paid for it, not even for our gas. It didn’t matter if we knew they had more money than we did we just did it to ease their pain – and yes it sure does ease their pain. Sadly those days of caring for others have long gone.

Oh if only we could bring back those Good Ole’ Days…. THE REALLY GOOD OLE DAYS because life would be much more satisfying today if we only could…. Try it some time, even just one time. Help a sick or injured person, devote time to them and you will find some really good satisfaction. Believe me, you will see. It can surely make you and your day much better and the only cost to you would be just a little bit of your time, nothing more, no money at all, trust me, try it you’ll see.

Sadly the “Good Ole Days” are now just memories for the older folks and tales to tell the younger folks. As Andy Rooney once said the best teacher is at the foot of an elderly person.ReplyCancel

Beautiful card today!!

I remember in some hot summer nights slepping outside in the backyard Mom, Dad and all us kids … we never used to lock the doors.ReplyCancel

I remember us kids would go build a play fort on my grandmothers empty lot and get water from the spring. I too remember the out houses and wringer washer my mom used. I also remember when every winter the lake would freeze over and my dad would drive out on the ice with the rest of the guys for the ice fishing jamborie and of course my favorite part was the food. Grilled brats. My sister still lives in the area and she said the lake hasn’t frozen that thick in years.Thanks for the memories.ReplyCancel

Hi Becca

I love to remember Carrying my son home from school and singing funny songs for him!

He is a man now…..but I cherish those moments!

Hugs
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One of my favorites thimgs to was go to the penny candy store and buy Chum Gum Bubble gum and red licorice strings. I use to braid them up and then eat them. They were made in Sweden and they taste nothing like the licorice the children eat today. My sister’s and my brother and i would visit the penny candy sotre everyday. Nothing like the good ole days!!!!!!!!ReplyCancel

Thanks for the wonderful blog candy offer. I went to the Akron, OH Stamp Convention and saw a number of your Our Daily Bread Designs cards in person. They are wonderful.ReplyCancel

I never had the farm experience, but I recall playing outside until it was dark. Walking to the corner store for “penny candy.” Having 25 cents made you appear rich, because you could finance the “neighborhood penny candy party” with all your friends. I recall the milk man delivering milk in glass bottles. How about “Knee Hi” sodas. All sodas came in glass bottles and the kids looked forward to redeeming them. Oh, what about the red ball that came in a box of Tide Detergent. Growing up in Los Angeles had the unique advantage of the “Helm’s Bakery Wagon.” It would come into our neighborhood early Saturday mornings with”fresh” donuts. The driver would be in a white uniform, driving a wood paneled wagon, that would open up in the rear and it would be filled with trays of all kinds of donuts. Oh, the good ole days!ReplyCancel

When I was young, I lived on a farm. We all had our chores to do each day, but there was time in the summer for lots of play. I remember spending many afternoons playing with my siblings by the creek that ran through our cow pasture. When we’d leave the house, we’d take a mason jar of water, a few cookies, and my mother wouldn’t see us again ’til it was “chores” time. Hours would be spent making mud pies, making “pottery” with the clay soil along the creek, and wading in the cool clear water of the creek. Sometimes, that mason jar came home with tadpoles in it!ReplyCancel

I asked my children what comes to mind when they hear “good old days” This is what they said, (16 year old)before algebra and chemistry and (11 year old)summer time when we could play all day.Ha Ha.Kids are funny.ReplyCancel

I remember Grandpa Bill had a rooster and he let me and my sister name him Big Red. One day Pa Bill found him dead. We wanted to have a funeral for him and Pa Bill said okay and that we should sing a song so, we sang Jingle Bells. We had good times back then with our GrandparentsReplyCancel

Another story from the Ozarks. When we went to visit my grandparents just a little south of Springfield Mo. We always looked foreward to the day we would pile in the back of a couple of pick up trucks and head to the creek for a day of water play. We had sooo much fun. My cousins,( a couple of years older than me) always brought inner tubes and rafts. We played in the water until we were exhausted and starving. My aunts would always bring hot dogs to grill and the best cold fried chicken ever!!! I’m pretty sure that my girls would never step foot in a creek and if they knew about the crawdads and leeches they wouldn’t even get out of the truck! To the good ole days……. I would love some blog candyReplyCancel

Hmmm… I don’t think I’m old enough to talk about the Good Ole Days. That’s my parents and grandmother’s job! :)

But I remember playing as a kid in my grandmother’s attic with a cousin. There were so many old things up there. We had fun tunneling around it all!

Now I’m really interested in researching and scrapbooking my family history. So I’m hearing lots of stories from older family members about the Good Ole Days.ReplyCancel

I’m way older than you but I remember many of the same things…playing Draw a Magic Circle………..Red Rover….. Statues….riding out bikes all over town. Loved those days.ReplyCancel

I LOVE remember ‘when’. My favorite times were spent with my Grandma (who lived just across the shelter belt). Growing up in the country with 2 older brothers who didn’t really care to spend time with little sis, I frequently escaped to Grandma’s. She passed along her love of crafting and music to me. We’d spend hours listening to her old records and recycling every day items into fabulous creations. My favorite project was paper dolls and chains.ReplyCancel

This remembering is such fun! I loved watching Lassie and the Ed Sullivan Show on our black & white tv as a child! I’m so glad I was around for those days! Thanks for the “remembering”!
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Lol, the good old days!!! My grandson was over last week with me and we were sitting around and Making a Birthday card for his mom.
(my daughter). Micky is 6 yrs old lol, and this is what he said” Nan, I sure do miss the good ole days when we would hang in the kitchen and bake apple pies and chocolate chip cookies “. I remember i was so small you would sit me on the counter and i would play with the cookie dough. Lol, Well what can I say, I miss the good ole days too!!.ReplyCancel

I remember the time when I was a kid, we would play in the yard with clay pots and cook rice and eat it too. my friends mom would come out and give us a slice each of very yummy cake to go with it. Isn’t that an interesting combination rice and cake…but I loved those days…ReplyCancel

One of my fondest memories was punching holes into the lid of a pickle jar with a screw driver & a hammer to catch fireflies. Our neighborhood had woods and gardens and we’d run aroud the neighborhood until my mom called us in. Then I’d sleep with the fireflies next to my bed. They seemed magical! JILReplyCancel

I remember riding backwards in the rear seat of our station wagon. And the tomato smell going past the Hunts Tomato factory building on the way to pick up my Dad from work. We only had one car so my folks shared it between them
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I remember LOTS of camping trips! We didn’t have electricity or running water at the campsite but we had lots of fun swimming in the Lake, hiking, boating, and riding bikes! Oh to be back in the older, slower days!

Thanks for the chance to win! I love your website.ReplyCancel

Ice skating and sleigh riding with my family when I was a child was so much fun!!ReplyCancel

I come from a family of 12 kids and holidays were always hectic but I miss those days. On holidays my aunts and uncles would also come for dinner so we had chairs and tables placed everywhere. There was always room for one more whoever showed up unexpectedly they were always welcome. Holidays were never the same after I married and moved out of state. My siblings are spread out now and we don’t get together but those large family gatherings are still in my memory and missed.ReplyCancel

When I was a little girl my Dad use to make homemade root beer. He
saved “Dad’s” root beer bottles to put it in so we thought that was pretty
cool and certainly yummy! Along with homemade ice cream we were
in heaven. Thanks so much for the chance to win this wonderful blog
candy. Blessings for a great week!ReplyCancel

Remember when they used to pump your gas and check you oil Wash the windshield too. Boy – wasn’t that a great service!!!

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The good ole days #2… We used to go to Disneyland every few years. We’d get new clothes for the trip – it was such a big deal. My sister and I would stay up late (in bed) because we were so excited. We’d talk about what we thought it was going to be like. Then came the looooooonnnnggg drive. But it was probably only around 2 or 3 hours before we’d stop at the first motel. We’d spend a day or two and then drive another 2 or 3 hours to the next motel….until we finally arrived to see the BIG mountain. We knew we were very close then. The rest is a blur… It’s funny that I remember before more than during or after our vacations! See ya tomorrow :)
Love and hugs ~
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We are fortunate to have 10 grandchildren and a great granddaughter due in July. I wonder how many out there remember having your baby in the hospital and stay in the hospital for 5 days of pampering including a back rub at night. That time gave us the luxury of recuperating after having a baby. These days you might get to stay a day if you have had a c-section.ReplyCancel

I remember living on a farm in New Zealand when we were little. we had a goat called Sally and she would eat the plums from the plum tree and spit the stones out of the side of her mouth. A very funny sight. We used to walk 3 miles to school and in the winter we would see the little Maori children with bare feet smashing the ice on the puddles. Brrrrrrr! They were tough little kids.
All our cows had names. Mum’s special cow was called Clare and we used to ride her. Those were the days.
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Being 63 years old I have my version of the “good ole’ days”, but my children have their version of the “good ole’ days”, too. It is so interesting to see those good ole’ days change every year. I think the goold ole’ days is just a mood, a feeling. It is a time when we felt good and didn’t feel the burden of the world on them like stress, bills, schedules, etc. I remember a time of innocence when I could play outside and not worry about bad people. I grew up in a small town and we could walk to town with a friend and get a coke at the drug store. We could walk to town and go to a movie. I didn’t worry about bad things because I was innocent and living in a worry free time. It was all good!!!!

Gayle Taylor
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I used to love summers growing up. We lived in the country with no neighbors for miles. My brother and I would play outside from dawn to dusk. I loved the smell of fresh hay being cut, seeing all the stars at night, catching fireflies, swimming in the lake, etc. Thanks for the chance to win!ReplyCancel

i remember going to the movies at a the now restored and well known art deco Warner Theatre of my hometown. I vividly remember seeing gone with the wind. it cost 25 cents and we would get a pencil box or something as a free gift.ReplyCancel

The good old days, when you did not have to lock your doors, when called home it was one bell ring for me and two bell rings for my brother and three bell rings for both of us to get home right now. (we had a bell mounted outside the door back door), when you could sleep out side under the stars and the only thing you was scared of was the stories told. There are so many great memories.ReplyCancel

I remember Sunday nights were bath night and then it was The Wonderful World of Disney, after that it was bed timeReplyCancel

I have many wonderful memories of time spent with my grandparents. Some mornings I was awakened by the sound of my grandmother’s electric churn. I watched her pack the soft butter into a wooden mold and then carefully push it out to reveal the floral design on top of the butter. Now I enjoy displaying that butter mold in my home and telling my granddaughter about how it was used!ReplyCancel

I remeber playing outside from sun up till sundown. We weren’t worried about the sun and the sun screen we used was SPF 2, and the coppertone baby had a tan.ReplyCancel

Hmmmm…good ol’ (summer) days…

…getting up early and meeting the neighborhood kids every day and staying out all day long with them,
various clubs,
picnics,
going to the little convenience store 4,5,6 times a day for popsicles, sugar powder, caramel, chocolate and the like,
biking,
roller skating both outside and sometimes at the local rink with the flashing lights and funky music,
skipping,
swimming at the nearby recreation centre a couple of times a day for 2-3 hours at a time,
running though sprinklers,
writing letters to friends in the summer sun,
making dance routines to our favourite songs on our little ghetto blasters,
Michael Jackson, Madonna and Lionel Ritchie,
taping songs off of the radio,
board games,
atari and pac man,
chatting until dark on our porches,
playing “school”,
hide and seek…

my oh my, we were always so active…what a time, what a childhood, what fun!ReplyCancel

WOW Becca
Thanks for bringing back memories of the GOOD old days. I spent my summers in a small country town with my great aunt. And it was oh so much fun, I got to draw water from the well daily and it was ice cold. I had to pick up chips to get the fire started in the stove, (yes, to some of you it was wooden stove) LOL It would smell so good in that old kitchen didn’t matter which meal was being prepared. My aunt and I would walk down the old rocky red dirt road to visit another great aunt. Oh my and the little country store where we would stop to get me a treat ‘Jack Cookies or Moon cookies to some). And the BLUE Bell creamy was only about 12-15 miles away. We went to town on Saturdays twice a month. Now talking about back in the days!!

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What s beautiful card Becca, TYFS! It’s simple, yet so elegant. Oh, I would really like to know how you tied that bow too. I hope you and your Honey are still doing better. It’s fun to read all the memories of the good old days from your followers. I can remember catching the school bus home, (I grew up in the country) and hurrying into the house. I threw down my books. A quick “Hi” to my Mom, and I turned on the TV set. American Bandstand was my FAVORITE show! There were couples on the show that my friends and I followed and talked about. They were so cool. They set the trends for clothes and we all wanted to dance like them. What fun. I still love those old songs when I hear them. Thanks for stirring up the memories Becca. Blessings!ReplyCancel

One of my favorite memories is when we first moved out in the country were the many summer days of playing in the field of wild flowers and my girlfriend and I would get our “dress up” dresses, hats, gloves and purses and have tea parties and make salads out of the wildflowers and grasses. We only pretended to eat them but were they ever colorful. There were always wild blackberries and a crab apple tree that we did eat our fill of, enjoying every mouth full.ReplyCancel

Going to my grandparents in the country and playing with my dog and feeding the chickens and collecting the eggs. Such a carefree life.ReplyCancel

I remember when I was little, my sister and I used to go down to the closest drainage pond and play around in the mud and cattails catching frogs. In the summer, the grassy field near by would be filled with tiny, tiny little bright green tree frogs. The sound at night was terrific!….sigh….good timesReplyCancel

Aaah the good ole days…growing up on the beach at Bribie and swimming home from school on a hot day….pure bliss!! :-)) Thanks for the opportunity to win this awesome candy Becca. Cheers!ReplyCancel

BECCA BECCA YOU ASKED FOR THE GOOD OLD DAYS. I REMEMBER
MY FATHER RENTING A TRAILER AND WE WOULD PUT EVERYTHING BUT
THE KITCHEN SINK AND DRIVE TO THE COTTAGE. THIS WOULD BE THE DAY AFTER SCHOOL WAS DONE. WE STAYED THERE ALL SUMMER AND
THE DAY BEFORE SCHOOL STARTED MY FATHER WOULD RENT ANOTHER
TRAILER AND FILL IT BAC K UP FOR THE TRIP HOME. WE WOULD BUY
ALL OUR SCHOOL CLOTHES IN THE LITTLE TOWN NEAR THE COTTAGE.
ABOUT ONE MILE FROM THE COTTAGE I WOULD SIT ON MY FATHERS LAP
AND HOLD THE STEERING WHEEL BUT HE WOULD DO THE BRAKE AND GAS.\ MY LEGS WERE NOT LONG ENOUGH. I WAS ABOUT 9 YRS OLD.
I THOUGHT I WAS REALLY SOMETHING DRIVING. WHILE AT THE COTTAGE. THE BOY SCOUTS WOULD COME CAMPING AND ON SAT EVE.
THEY WOULD INVITE MOTHERS FATHERS AND OF COURSE ALL THE GIRLS
TO A FIRE WITH HOT DOGS ETC. WHEN WE SAT THEM MARCHING TO
THE BEACH WE WOULD HURRY AND SWIM TO THE RAFT AT THE PUBLIC
BEACH AND BE THERE BEFORE THEY WOULD. SUCH GREAT MEMORIES.
THANK YOU FOR HAVING US PUT THEM DOWN ……… PLEASE ADD ME
TO THE LIST FOR THE BLOG CANDY.

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In the good old days we would skate for miles on the frozen fields in winter. We don’t seem to have the same winters as we did 40 years ago. Hugs, Nellie.ReplyCancel

Before my parents divorced, I remember all (6) of us going downtown and parking on main street, getting an ice cream and watching people ride by or walk up and down the street. I love doing this today, just sitting and watching people and imagining what their lives are like.ReplyCancel

Another beautiful card, Becca. Wonder if you mail your layered cards, do you need extra postage?ReplyCancel

My fondest memories are of Sundays after church all my cousins would gather at our grandparents for dinner. We would play outside and ride horses. I was the youngest so I was last to do everything. I miss those big family dinners.ReplyCancel

I loved the times as a child when my family did a jigsaw puzzle together,ReplyCancel

does anyone go blueberry picking in the woods anymore? I loved doing that as a kid and my mom would make blueberry muffins.ReplyCancel

My grandpa, who lived a couple of houses away from us, would give me a nickel. This was to use at the “little store” that was a block over. I would use it to buy a Hershey bar or 5 pieces of penny candy. Can you imagine a nickel buying anything anymore?ReplyCancel

One sad difference from when I was a child and my kids childhood is the freedom to roam your community. I don’t feel I told my mother every move I took. If I wanted to bike down to the local mini mall to buy some candy or go to the park, I did it. I always knew to be home well before a meal time. Then, I lived in a suburb of Toronto. Now I live in a fairly save settlement farther north but require to know where my kids are at all times. If they went to a park, one of us went with them (per-teen age). I wish they too could have enjoyed the same freedom I once had.ReplyCancel

my good ole days are of playing in the streets, about 20 of us, and all different ages, football, rounders, gutterball campionships, hide’n’seek, skipping, even the boys would join in!!!
It was great, i dont see anything like this at all. Shame really.

Great Candy thanks
margaret
ukReplyCancel

I love the card from today. Kind of a departure from your signature style, but you pegged it!! Memories…I miss having the time to do NOTHING all day. And it was okay. I’d color, play dolls, ride my bike, dig in the dirt, whatever…ReplyCancel

I remember when I was in elementary school (a public school) that all the girls had to where dresses or skirts – no slacks or jeans. Snow pants under your dress in the winter. At the time I wished I was a boy – now I wish all the little girls wore more dresses. Isn’t that funny!ReplyCancel

My second “good old days” memory would be of going fishing with the family. We had a canoe and would lug that thing to the local pond and fish and swim and relax on the shore and just have a wonderful lazy afternoon with family.ReplyCancel

I remember riding in the back of a pick-up truck. There were always so many of us that we could never fit in the cab. Oh the good ‘ole days, such wonderful memories.ReplyCancel

I LOVED wading through the mud puddles barefoot after a nice warm rain.ReplyCancel

Amazingly our minds reflect back to only good memories and is able to
push aside the very sad. Eating the pears, plums and peaches that fell to the ground in our yard as an afternoon snack while playing in my blow-up swimming pool!!ReplyCancel

I remember many many hours spent crafting with my mom – often until the wee hours of the morning. She did various crafts over the years (whatever the ‘rage’ was at the time) & I was always working with her. Many laughs! Those are the best memories I have of mom. She would have LOVED stamping!!

Thanks for the stroll down memory lane!!ReplyCancel

Your “good ole days” recollections sound a lot like mine except for me it was shelling soup beans. I love it, and getting out and catching lightening bugs in a canning jar and just the idea of running barefoot through the grass and how the stars were always SO bright and just laying in the yard and seeing how many you could count! And the best one – fresh out of the garden corn, tomatoes, cucumbers, and green beans – and just taking the salt shaker to the garden with me and wiping off a tomato right off the vine and eating it, yum. We lived on a farm and the baby calves were so sweet and their little noses were so soft and warm.ReplyCancel

Becca,
Thanks for this nudge to stroll down memory lane… it’s always fun.
Someone further back mentioned her granma’s tin of buttons. Well, my Mom had one too, and I have sweet memories of sorting thru them, seemed like for hours. I can still see some of them in my mind’s eye!
Paper dolls, hula hoops, barbie dolls, kool-aid stands, swinging forever out on the swing, trying to reach the sky!
Jump rope endlessly…& hopscotch! Oh, how we loved hopscotch!
Hide & Seek, Red-light-Green-light, Red Rover…fun, fun, fun!
Trick-or-treating and never having to worry about a thing, just dump out all the candy, and eat it without a thought.
Happy days, outside with all the neighborhood kids. Catching fireflies…sigh.
Lots of love & hugs, and again, thank you, because you made me stop and remember the sweet, simple things.ReplyCancel

Becca,
What sweet blog candy!!!! One favorite memory of my early days is just how uncomplicated life was and how happy I was with next to nothing. Things have not added to happiness but I guess they do make life easier. I remember that all neighbors were in the same situation and we had wonderful relationships with the neighbors. Now we might not even know someone who lives next door except to say hi.
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I was raised on a farm. Life was so much simpler then. Aren’t memories great companions?ReplyCancel

I remember playing all day and night outside. I loved being with everyone on the block. We had a family that lived down the street and they had 10 kids. 5 girls and 5 boys. When we first moved into the neighborhood they brought up a chocolate cake for us. It was so nice of them to do that. They had a big house and it was busy all the time. I remember one day, when it came lunchtime they were fixing grill cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. I was shocked at how much bread they used for one meal. It was amazing being part of that family. I would spend the night all the time. I loved it there. For Christmas they baked and baked, cookies for everyone. I don’t know how many they ever give away because one by one, everyone would come in and grab handfuls and walk away. Ahhh the simple days of life. I miss that!ReplyCancel

I remember when playgrounds were totally dangerous and WONDERFUL. You could play all day on the teeter totters (wooden ones full of splinters), spin to you hearts content on the merry go round (falling off when the vectors got too overpowering) and climb on top of the jungle gym (hoping to fall off from slippery fingers)

BUT…I learned a lot about balance (we would teeter totter without using our feet, just leaning back and forth to learn about balance), centrifical force and hey, gravity. So maybe it was not so bad after all…

Have a lovely day…eliReplyCancel

I’ve done a lot of thinking about this topic this week. How about penny candy? My mom would give my brother and I five cents, and we would go to the local store and spend a lot of time pouring over the candy. Would it be wax bottles, licorice, dots on paper, candy on a string, bubble gumor what? It was such a wonderful treat to pick out our favorites.
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Becca, some of my favorite things from the old days involve spending much of the summer on my grandparent’s farm. We would go play in the orchard or in the woods behind the cow pasture. We’d get very hot and sweaty climbing and running and chasing, then come back to the spring house and get a big dipper full of ice cold water for our cups. We each had a tin cup with our names carefully painted on the sides. I remember the thicket of rambler roses that covered the spring house and helped keep it insulated and cool. There was no air conditioning and electricity wasn’t brought out that far into the country unitl the mid 1950’s, so no fans, either. There were no stores close by, so all the food -meat, poultry, eggs, vegetables, fruits – came from the gardens and barn and the orchard. We had to work for our food. But what glorious days those were. We were free to explore and learn and appreciate all the bounty of nature and a well-kept farm and learn that food was EARNED.
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Oh my, your newest pocket scriptures wallet is just amazing; you are so creative!!!ReplyCancel

In those good old days, while I was still young, the high school in our district has six weeks of day camping, called Camp Viking. I would go every year and we would make crafts, swim, and I can’t remember it all but I do remember how fun it was.

Across the street from the school was a cementary and I remember we use to go over with our sack lunches, sit up against the headstones, eat our lunch, and tell silly stories. That was so much fun. We would joke about worms, and ghosts, etc.

Oh, to be that age again, although I don’t really want to go back in time age wise. Again, memories that bring a smile and so many carefree thoughts.

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The good ole days were when kids could wander in the neighborhood with no fear of danger. All the neighbors knew each other and would invite us kids in for milk and cookies. Nowadays it’s sad to see how fearful people are for their kids.ReplyCancel

i remember going to our local arena to roller skate…what a blast!!!…it was THE place to go on a saturday night…ReplyCancel

Living in the mountains we didn’t get very good TV reception. My dad had an idea. He put a very tall antenna on top of the roof with long ropes hanging down all the way to the ground. When we wanted to change stations, we would go outside, pull the ropes and turn the antenna while watching the TV through the window to see when our staion came in.! We thought he was ingenious!ReplyCancel

I loved to roller skate. Remeber having to have saddle shoes so that the skates could connect well? Heaven be if you lost your skate key!!! Of course there where no knee or elbow pads or helmets then. I’m sure I broke something from falling on my bum and the scraps on knees and hands caused many a tear! But, undaunted, I was out there again, racing down the street.ReplyCancel

The good old days for me was definitely the summertime! When we were kids we could go outside and play games until my mom called us in – we weren’t fearful of anything!!! There were lots of kids in the neighborhood and we would have a grand old time for ourselves! We didn’t have cell phones or computers or wii but we had lots of fun. Definitely simpler times!!!ReplyCancel

Salt water taffy, days at the beach, & crabbing – those are more good old days!

Smiles~
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Playing in the pond at my grandparent’s farm. Oh my! We used to gather up tadpoles in glass jars and watch them grow. Grandpa had to sneak behind us to let them go because we would forget about them, jars would be everywhere otherwise.ReplyCancel

I love going to the lake. We boat, swim, tube and play all day then go grill out some dogs. Too tired for much else because we gotta get up and do it all over again the next day.ReplyCancel

The good ol’ days included lazy afternoons on a hot summer day spent under our cherry tree out back. And ice cold lemonade!ReplyCancel

I used to shine shoes at the railroad station. The dirtier my face and feet were the better my tips. My mom hated that we did this, but she worked all day and we did what we wanted until she got home. The business men in the suits, carrying the briefcases were the hardest to please. Some nights I would go home with as much as $5.00. It was a small fortune to a dirty faced street kid.

I always DREAM of winning one of your blog candies. They are the absolute bestReplyCancel

I love the magazine called Reminescence because it shows photos and stories about the “Old Days”. I think if we didn’t have the New Days we wouldn’t have the Old Days! I just love hearing about how things used to be, glad I have the conveniences of today though. I love the Card for today(Tues.) My daughter is a teacher and I want to make her cards for the kids with alphabets on them. ThanksReplyCancel

This will certainly date me, but I remember shopping at the “5 and 10” or Woolworths, then sitting down at their lunch counter for a sandwich or a mini can of Cambell’s soup. Such fond memories – thanks Becca!ReplyCancel

Well, today I am going to share about a very special time I had
with my Mother. She was a talented lady and did various crafts
throughout her life. One I remember well was when she was
into ceramics. I was probably 8 or 9 years old when she took
to the shop where I was able to pick out an item to paint and
fire. I picked out a special little deer that sat on a small stand
for presentation. I love that deer and still have him today. I am
sure however it was because of the one on one time I was able
to share with Mom!!ReplyCancel

Good ole’ days~~when my kids actually thought I was intelligent and listened! (That stopped around 10 years of age) Good new days~~my kids are now intelligent, and I listen to them!ReplyCancel

The good old days:
I grew up on a grass seed farm near a tiny little town in Oregon. Most of my “good old days” memories come from summers on the farm. Here are a few of them…the smell of ripened grass, making mud pies, playing “around the house” with my siblings, wriggling my toes in slimy seaweed ditches, catching tadpoles, swimming in the fish pond, sleeping under the stars on soft hay bales, snitching fresh peas from our garden, playing catch with my dad…ReplyCancel