Childhood memorys

jim sokolovic

Here's a few...

swing songs that you would hear in those Warner Bros cartoons: "Five O'clock Whistle" (Red Riding Hood- hey Granma!), "Land of the Sky Blue Water" (every scene where an indian village was shown), "Old Doc Yack" (every scene where a character was being taffy-stretched by the arms), "All that Meat, and no Potatoes" - well, you can picture it!

Dave Yates (PAH)

Here's a few you may have missed!

My parents evidently wanted to scare me stiff as a child. Oh, I had the normal Mother Goose nursery stories to be sure and Dr. Seuss was a regular visitor too, but here's a link to some that left an indellible impression on me and led to more than one dream.

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Unknown

Henson was one of the only famous people that I cried for when he died. What a guy he was. I remember watching the Muppets with my mom when I was young and both of us would be rolling



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chilly

memories

Anybody out there still have a Flexible Flyer? I remember bellyflopping down the hill that was the street my parents lived on. You had to get out after the plows went through but before they came back with the salt and sand. Talk about a crazy ride. Fortunately it was a dead end.

And shoveling off the frozen pond to skate?

BillW@honeywell

and after you shovelled off the pond ...

playing hockey with an old hockey stick that had about 5 pounds of friction tape holding it together, and someone's (emtpy, as always) wallet as a puck? Or watching your faithful pooch try to stop after running onto the ice? Labradors are poor skaters!

S Ebels

Sledding, it's a wonder I'm alive yet..........

We had a snow day, actually an ice day, no school. Nice balmy 30*, and we were driving mom crazy in the house. A friend called up and wondered if brother Mark and I could come over and go sledding. Mind you, there's a 1/2" of ice on everything and nothing is moving except the tree limbs breaking off from the weight. Mom gave in and we hopped on the old one lung Alouette snowmobile and slithered over to our friend's place which was at the bottom of Ellis hill. So named because a guy with the last name of Ellis used to live in the house at the top. We had our two Flexible Flyers lashed on behind. Mine was the long version, Mark had a standard length model.

Now, in the summer, we would pedal/push our bikes to the top of the hill and then see how fast we could get going on the way down. I had one of those Huffy speedometers on my bike and we would switch it back and forth between all the involved parties to clock ourselves as we descended. The speeds attained were around 35-40 MPH at which point the speedometer would go whacky and the needle would swing like a pendulum from top to bottom. This was a gravel road and suffice to say more than one of us had sustained grevious and copious amounts of "road rash" after hitting the sandy spot about 2/3 of the way down.

Back to the tale..........

We had been up and down twice when it happened. Mark had the bright idea that if we would both sit upright on my sled, the long version, and I steered with my feet, the extra weight should help us enjoy the utmost velocity attainable by an 11 and 12 year old kid at the same time.

Sounded good to me.

About half way down, with our speed nearing suborbital velocity, the county snow plow appeared out of the trees some 300 yards past the bottom of the hill. We both saw it at the same time. My first reaction was the thought that I had maybe 4 seconds to decide a course of emergency action before we were scooped off the road by the big wing blade. Mark's first reaction was to begin doing his best imitation of a boa constrictor on my chest and screaming "DO SOMETHING!" in my left ear.
Can't hear good out of it to this day.

I calmly calculated the closing speed of the plow and the distance to a little dip in the high snow banks lining the road and decided that we could make it there before the plow, plowed us. My thought was that I could steer us through the gap in the bank and safely out into the ice covered hay field along the road. If I succeeded, I reasoned; we would be home in time for dinner and save the folks the expense of a double funeral all in one mighty stroke of sled driving.

I edged toward the left side of the road to get a better angle on the narrow gap then jammed the steering arm hard right and we shot for the gap like we were coming out of a gun barrel. Had to be doing 45MPH.

It quickly became apparent that we might not make dinner after all because the gap was merely where the snow was pushed back around our friends mailbox. The bank was just as high as it was along the road only with a little more taper. If I could just miss the mailbox............. WHOOOoooshhh we blew past it and hit the bank at full trot. The crust of ice held as the sled went over the bank and we soon found ourselves what seemed to be at least 100 feet high in the air. (In hindsight I would now say maybe 6-8 feet) At mid trajectory Mark relaxed his death grip on my chest allowing me my first breath in what seemed like hours. A nano-second later we parted compnay with the sled and I realized we were going to crash and burn, big time. In the instant before impact, I glanced back and observed that the plow had stopped to let us by in the first place. It was one of those "Oh s**t," moments that we all have if we live long enough.

Impact was not too bad once we had bounced off the crust a couple times and we found oursleves looking at each other whilst sliding/rolling across the field. Laughing our fool heads off. The sled continued on for another 100 yards where it T-boned a tree by the creek in the bottom of the field. The old girl never steered the same after that and we never went coasting down a road again either.

I don't think we ever did tell mom but dad sure got a hoot out of it.

ScottMP

A Wallie version

of a Christmas Story, I can imagine your Dad telling you not to sled because "You'll put your eye out kid "

Great Story

Scott

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BillW@honeywell

Steve, that's a great story..

Jean Shepard couldn't have done better!

ScottMP

Its the Holidays

How about we stick with the fond childhood memory themes. everyone seems to like it.

How about Christmas memorys.

I use to go with my mother to a Dept. store and while she would shop I would go over to the sport dept. I was about ten, and they had a cheep version of this new product called step in binding. No more bear trap hand me downs. I use to sit and clic them in and out. "Clic, clic .... clic, clic ". I told my mom how cool they where.

Christmas Eve my parents always had a party and everyone was there. All the relatives, all the nieghbors. I had gone to bed and was lying in bed listening to the party. I heard my Dad talking to on of his friends but could't figure out what he was saying.

Suddenly I heard this noise .... " Clic,clic, ... clic, clic " I GOT MY SKI's.

I was hard to go to sleep.

Scott

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Guy_5

Disney

Sadly, I took my kids to Disney a few years back and they had no idea who half of the characters were. I, on the other hand , loved it.

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