The Shaving Pile at the Lumber Yard

My grandfather owned a lumber yard in my little home town.   My brother and I were fortunate enough to live down the street from the business. Two of my cousins also lived on that same street.  Oh, the memories we made there!

On the property of the lumber yard was where I learned to love the smell of fresh cut wood.  Still today when I smell it my mind goes back to the lumber yard,  my uncle and grandfather who worked there, and many memories with my family.

My grandfather, A. T. Lovett

At the lumber yard my cousins and I would climb on the stacks of fresh cut wood without adult supervision.  Once I remember a board or two falling onto my ankle leaving some bad scrapes and a sore ankle.  Can you imagine kids climbing on those rickety stacks of lumber today?  Back in those days there was no such thing as helicopter parents.  We were all around the neighborhood from dawn to dusk unsupervised. If it was a sunny, warm day we were outside only to come in for dinner and supper.  In my family we called the noon meal “dinner” and the evening meal “supper.  But at school the noon meal was lunch.  That’s just how it was living in Kentucky during the 50’s and 60’s.

One of my cousins lived in an apartment behind the office of the lumber yard.  Some days after the business  closed we would  go inside the office and roller skate.  This is where I learned to skate.  We would skate on that old unfinished wooden floor zooming between kegs of nails, bolts, and screws.  Sometimes we would even go outside and skate on the long bed of the old delivery truck.  It’s a miracle we didn’t fall off and break our necks.  (I never was a very good skater.)

But the part of the lumber yard we all loved the most,  and where we had the most fun, was the shaving pile.  The workers would plane the lumber, and the shavings would blow out a long pipe into what seemed like an enormous mound in a field.  It was probably an acre field with the shaving pile on the far end.  There we played King of the Mountain and dug tunnels.  It’s a wonder that one didn’t cave in and suffocate us.


The shaving pile was a huge pile of these little wood chips.

We turned the rest of the area into our very own baseball field.  This is where my love of baseball began.  I was usually the youngest, therefore the last to be chosen on the teams.   I still remember the first time I caught a fly ball.  Everyone on the teams couldn’t believe I finally caught one. To this day I can see the surprised look on everyone’s faces.

Some of the boys around our neighborhood and my tom boy cousin even built a dugout with wood and nails they had sneaked out of the lumber yard.  To this day I still wonder if my grandfather and uncle knew where the kids got the materials to create the dugout.


Every kid in the neighborhood knew where the shaving pile was.  We would organize our teams and make our own rules.  We didn’t need adults or umpires to show us how it’s done.  The kids in those good ole days figured it all out by themselves.


When we came home after a long day of play with wood shavings on our clothes our moms would get so mad.  They were stay at home moms, and their houses were immaculate until we came home.  We would try to dust the shavings off our clothes before we went in.  But there was always some stuck somewhere especially in our tennis shoes and socks.   I can still hear my aunts and mom complain when we would mess up their clean houses.


Once my brother got into trouble for hitting a baseball so hard that it went through my aunt’s kitchen window.  But the worse thing that happened was when a neighborhood boy accidently knocked my brother’s  two front teeth out with a wooden bat.  For some reason he was running the bases with a baseball bat in tow when the bat came into contact with my brother’s teeth.  Our mom was devastated that her boy had to get false teeth after that incident. That was the most serious accident I can remember happening at our shaving pile playground.  Later on my brother told me that despite getting his two front teeth knocked out those days spent at the shaving pile were the happiest days of his childhood

It was a sad day when we moved a few miles away closer to a bigger town.  Ocassionally we would come back, but it never was the same after we moved.

We were blessed to have lived in a safer time.  Our parents didn’t have to worry about us being kidnapped off the street, or older kids encouraging us to take drugs,  or being shot during a drive by shooting.  We were blessed to have no knowledge of computers , ipods, or video games.  We breathed good clean air and got plenty of exercise.  What a blessing it was to spend those younger years with cousins and our grandfather.  We learned to make do with what we had and made great friends along the way.   What precious memories I have with my cousins, brother, and the neighborhood friends at Granddaddy’s lumber yard and shaving pile.


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Mama’s Dishes

Here are the Theodore Haviland dishes that were passed down to me from my mother.  When I washed them today many memories flooded into my mind.  Keep reading, and I’ll tell you about some of those fond thoughts.

When Mrs. Roy Gardner, my step grandmother’s best friend, passed away she  willed this set of fine china to  Mama.  Mrs. Gardner’s husband was a railroader and worked with my grandfather for the Southern railroad.  He slept during the day as he never knew when he would be called out to work.  I’ve heard people say that when they were kids she would shew them out of her yard, and hatefully tell them to be quiet as they walked down the street.  Many people in our small town thought Mrs. Gardner was a mean woman because of this.  Needless to say they probably didn’t know that she was trying  to keep her husband from being woke up.  And at that young age they probably didn’t care if they woke up a working man.

I wish I knew how she got the dishes.  Were they a gift from her husband or a birthday present from her parents?  Who knows?  No telling how old they are. That was a little history about the dishes.

I washed them today as they had really gotten dusty. I’m not sure that I have eaten out of them since I’ve had them.  This task brought back memories of Mrs. Gardner and my step grandmother who were best friends.  I wondered if  Mrs. Gardner had served my grandparents from these dishes.  But the special memories it brought back were the home cooked meals Mama  served in these dishes.

Mama showed these dishes off in an antique china cabinet.  She was proud of them and claimed they were valuable.  That was before  Ebay, and the way the majority of today’s society  don’t really value old things anymore.

On special occasions Mama would serve delicious meals in these antique dishes.  Lots of labor and love went into those meals.  After Daddy died Mama struggled financially.  I’m sure she sacrificed to pay for those Sunday evening meals she served her family.  She cooked every Sunday evening for as long as she was able.  She fed her mother, sisters, brothers in law, kids, grandkids, pastors, and lots of friends at various times.   Whether it was turkey and her delicious dressing or roast beef, mashed potatoes, and gravy, I really didn’t appreciate what she did until after she was gone.



I didn’t really think the dishes were anything special back then either.  But, now things have changed.  These dishes mean as much to me now as they did to her way back then.  I have them displayed in my kitchen china cabinet.   I kind of feel guilty that I don’t cook Sunday meals for my family.  The grandkids have asked me when I’m going to use the “fancy” dishes.  Maybe I can get my act together and start cooking them those special meals on Sundays.  Lots of commarderie and memories could be made all because of Mama’s dishes.

Hope you enjoyed my little story about Mama’s dishes, and how special they are to me.

If any of you know anything about the monetary value of china, I’ve listed how many I have and the numbers stamped on the back of the china pieces.  Not that I would sell them, but I would like to know if they are of any quality that an antique dealer would be interested in.  Thanks for reading.

Theodore Haviland, New York, and Made in America   is stamped on the back.

Here are the number of items I have and the numbers stamped on the back:

6 plates  #17,#20&#81, #12,#65, #21, #51

8 salad plates #96(4), #64, #2, #94, no number

7 cups #80(nik on rim), #55, #78, #8, #52, #40

7 saucers #10, #33, #96, #5, #2, #33,#59

7 small desert bowls #2, A1(4), #94, unreadable

meat platter #67

2 vegetable bowls #67(2)

sugar bowl#48, lid #11

creamer #02


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Anyone who knows me understands that I am a huge country music fan.  Sometimes a song just reaches into your soul and touches you.  That happens to me when I hear my new favorite song,  “Fast”.   I find myself turning the radio up louder and , you guessed it,  driving faster.  Yea, I’m the kind of person who waits in the car until the good song is over before I get out.  Recently I bought this great song on I Tunes.   The song is sung by country music artist Luke Bryan.

As I listen to this song it brings back so many memories from my teenage years, early marriage and career, as well as how I feel about time now.

I’m sure you’ll feel that way too as you read the lyrics, and then listen to the song at the end of my blog post.

Following are the lyrics in bold print, and why they bring back so many emotions and memories for me.



That’s the kind of car you wanna drive when your sixteen


Now that  makes me think of the white ’63 Chevy Impala my then boyfriend, now husband, drove.  And yes, he drove it fast!  And yes, he was sixteen.  Drag racing, broken transmission, and a wreck or two didn’t slow him down.  It looked like this one, but I found this picture on Pinterest.


 That’s the kind of boys you want on your home team .


This phrase floods my brain with memories of our high school football team when they won  47  games straight.  The BCHS Rebels won state championships 5 times straight.  This was from  1999-2003.  How exciting a run that was!   And yes, we had some fast and talented boys on those teams that worked their buns off for a great coach, Chuck Smith.


 “Yeah, you think you’re gonna catch your big dreams just like that.



This line makes me think of the hopes and dreams of my grandchildren.  They may think it will be an easy, fast road to reach their big dreams, but I want them to realize it takes hard work, determination, and it won’t happen overnight.  Be prepared, because some of those dreams may not work out so well.

My dream was to have 4 sons.  That didn’t happen.  Two lovely daughters instead!  The Lord knew what he was doing when he gave me daughters.  Now they are my best friends.

My dream was to retire from teaching at an early age and get a part time job at the Hub.   The Hub was a locally owned department store, but they closed down before I retired!  So I decided to open my own store and make all kinds of money.  But it didn’t have the success that I had hoped.  So, sometimes our dreams don’t become reality, but God has a plan for us.  You just can’t give up if your dreams don’t work out the way you had planned.  Other doors will open up for you.

The chorus goes like this:

This section is self explanatory if you are over 4o.




That’s what your parents said when we were falling in love.

It’s too fast.

There ain’t no way the 2 of us were going to last.

But, we did, and here we are,


And our only problem is…

Sixty seconds now feels more like 30

Tick-Tock, won’t stop, around it goes

Sand through the hourglass sure falls in a hurry

and all you keep trying to do is slow it down, soak it in.

Keep trying to make the good times last as long as you can.

But you can’t, man

It just goes too fast….

Way to fast!”

Yes, my parents said that when my husband and I were dating and got married at an early age.  They probably were right.  A lot of people thought we were too young and it wouldn’t work.  But with determination and lots of love it has lasted for 49 years.  Believe me, it has gone FAST!


If you love this song like I do “Fast” is available on I Tunes for $1.29.  Hope you enjoyed my new favorite song and it moves you like it did me.

Click on the blue link to the You Tube video of “Fast”.      Fast  You can also find out more about the song by clicking here.  Let me know in the comment section how you like my favorite song.

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The Beginning of our Love Story

In the fall of 1965 it was our high school’s turn to attend a Lexington, Kentucky TV show called The Nick Clooney Show.  This weekly broadcast was set up like American Bandstand.  Every Saturday a local high school would be featured.


Students involved in sports, cheerleading, etc. would travel by school bus to participate in the show.  The latest music, dancing, and interviews with the visitors would be the main part of the show.  Nick Clooney, the father of famous actor George Clooney, was the emcee. He was as handsome as his famous son.  Another thing that made this special is that Mr. Clooney’s beautiful wife was from our county.


I remember dancing to the latest hits, and Nick Clooney interviewing me. He even ask me to say hello to my friends and family back home while being on TV.  An excited teenager I was.


After the show is when my now husband and my love story began.  All of the students and their sponsors got on the bus for our 45 minute ride back home. As I entered the bus most of the seats were filled up.  When I got to my future husband’s seat I ask him if I could sit next to him. He obliged, and I sat down next to him.


We talked all the way home, or probably I talked all the way home.  We drove past the Kentucky River where he showed me the locations of some of his family members. When we finally got back to our high school I suddenly remembered I had no way to get home.  I told him I didn’t have a ride home, and he gladly offered me a ride.  I took him up on the offer.


When we got to his car I noticed that 3 other football players were riding with him. I didn’t hesitate, and happily got in the front seat with the 3 big football players in the back seat. Now if one of my daughters or granddaughters were to ride around with 4 guys and only her I would not be very happy mom or Nana.


My future boyfriend, now husband, drove us around the local hangouts.  Jerry’s Drive In and the Dairy Dip were places you just couldn’t pass up when you had Dad’s car. I may have fell in love with the ’63 Impala before I fell in love with the guy!  He drove fast and I was excited about the situation.


Here’s the twist to the story. When he dropped me off at my aunt’s house I accidently left my purse in his car.  I swear it wasn’t planned! He swears up and down I did it on purpose so he’d have to come back and see me.


Well, that’s what he did. Brought my purse back and ask me out.  That’s when our 51 year love story began. Still going strong, happy, and blessed.

Today is our 49th anniversary.  Wow.  How time flies by.

Hope you enjoyed my little love story.  I hope you come back again to read more thoughts by Mrs. B.

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The Old Kapok Tree Inn Restaurant

Back around 1970 my grandparents took my husband and me to the Kapok Tree Inn Restaurant in Clearwater, Florida.   Since that has been 47 years ago I’m not sure we ate dinner there, but I do remember the humongous kapok tree and the fountains.  I remember it being the most beautiful place this young Kentucky lady had ever seen.

My parents took yearly trips to the Tampa Bay area, but they never took my brother or me.  I often heard them speak of eating at the Kapok Tree Inn.  I even remember seeing pictures of the tree that they and my grandparents had taken.  Finally in 1970 I took my first trip that I could remember to the Sunshine State.  We stayed at my grandparents house in St. Petersburg while we visited.  And that is when I visited this sensational place called the Kapok Tree Inn.

Here it is 2017, and my husband and I have retired.  We have spent the winter months near Clearwater for the last three years.  I have often thought of the Kapok Tree Inn Restaurant but I had not seen it.  Finally I looked it up on the internet and found out that it had shut its doors in 1991.  I found an address and decided I would look for the now defunct business not really expecting to find much left.

Wow! Was I surprised with what I found!  This place is still magnificient.  Although not as well kept as it once was, one can still enjoy the beauty and massiveness of this place.  The Kapok Tree Inn once was busy with the hustle and bustle from customers from all over the U.S and world.  Now it is the location of a music business and is rented out for special occasions.

Take a look at my pictures to see what you think!

The Kapok Tree

The Fountains

The statues

The Gardens and Wall

Today it is home to the Sam Ash Music Store

Now that you’ve seen the pictures do you see why I was so excited to reconnect with this place?  I could just imagine ladies dressed in expensive dresses and men in their suits and ties dancing to romantic music.  In my mind I visioned couples eating fine dinners with candles lit on tables covered with white table clothes.

I am so appreciative of the artistic work of the creators of this special, magical place.  And I sure am happy that the beautiful place hasn’t been torn down .  The Kapok Tree Inn property has been this way since the 1950’s. I’m hoping that the owners continue to have it open to the public.  It is free to walk around in the gardens.  The place is also available to rent out for special events.  For more information click here.

I hope you felt some of the magic of the Kapok Tree Inn as you viewed my pictures I took with my iPhone.  And don’t forget to check this place out next time you are in the Clearwater, Florida area.

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Christmas Lights


Viewing Christmas lights is one of our family’s favorite Christmas customs. Ever since I can remember one night before Christmas we rode through the town looking for the prettiest display of lights and Christmas scenes.

Things sure have gotten a lot more high tech since I was a kid.  Back then you would  see shiny tinsel and the big multi colored bulbs on trees.

The silver tinsel was a must on the 50’s Christmas tree. Whether to carefully place it on the tree or just throw it on was just a matter of preference.

It was a big deal to see the multi colored bulbs lining the roof line of a house.

As a child I was also fascinated by the bubble lights. 


Occasionally you would see a manger scene in a yard or a live one at a church.  I still remember where the house was that always had a Santa and a sleigh out front. I’ll never forget Daddy pretending he saw Santa in the sky on his sled.  But for some reason I was always too late to see him and his reindeer.  What precious memories he made for my brother and me!

Later all blue lights and candles in the windows became popular.  After that the popularity of all white lights increased.  Then the small lights were invented. Next came the blow up Christmas decorations ranging from snowmen to elves to Snoopy to Mr. Grinch.  Icicle lights were invented next. Then LED lights made the Christmas decorations brighter.  Now we are seeing the projection lights that may show up as  snowflakes, stars, etc. on the house or trees.  Yes, today we have so many choices when decorating our homes it can make your head spin.  Warm or cool white lights, green or brown cords,  multi colors or one color, and the list goes on and on.

Back in the 50’s and 60’s we would just drive around town to view the Christmas lights.  With my kids and grandkids we would travel to Lexington to see the “rich” people’s decorations, or to Burnside Island, or the lights at the Horse Park.

On Chinoe in Lexington

Even though the grandkids are grown up we still make the yearly trek to see beautiful displays of Christmas lights.  Lately we have driven to Raywick to view Ruley’s Farm decorations where there are over 4 acres of beautiful displays .

Inside there are Christmas houses, trains, and Santas to view.


Mr. Ruley passed away recently, but I’ve heard his children are continuing the spectacular light displays and collections for viewing.  Soon my kids, grandkids, and I will make that trip to Raywick in honor of his memory.  It will also be a time for our Christmas tradition of viewing the Christmas lights. Watch this video of him and his displays.  I’m sure it will make you want to take the backroads to see the Ruley’s farm.  Hopefully it will be decorated as much as when Mr. Ruley was alive.


What fun memories these nighttime drives have made.   Thank you, Mr. Ruley, Daddy, and all those who helped to make these wonderful Christmas memories.  Hopefully these memories and traditions will carry on to future generations.



I encourage you to go for a drive to see Christmas lights with your family.  Christmas traditions are fun and important to both children and adults.  Merry Christmas ,  from Mrs. B.

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[ser-uh n-dip-i-tee] /ˌsɛr ənˈdɪp ɪ ti/
1.  an aptitude for making desirable discoveries  by  accident.

2.  good fortune; luck:  the serendipity of getting the first job she applied for.

Serendipity means  finding something that makes you very happy when you aren’t looking for it.  I love this word.  I love the sound of it and what it means.

When I was in college I had an instructor who taught the class this word.  I had never heard it before, but since then I have experienced it several times.  It is a thrill to have a serendipity.

Here are two more examples of a serendipity:

  • Finding a $20 in your handbag or coat pocket
  • Bumping into a long lost friend while on vacation

I’m going to share two of my recent serendipities with you.

Lately I had become interested in geneology.  One spring day I was fiddling around the house when the phone rang.  telephoneThe woman’s voice on the other end said, “You don’t know me, but I think you are my cousin.”  She proceeded to tell me who she was.  Her mother and my mother were first cousins.  She had found me through my mother’s obituary online.  I had heard Mom speak of her cousin, but they had lost contact with one another many years ago.

We made plans to meet.  When the day came around, she brought two more cousins and her mother with her.  We discussed what we each knew about our ancestors. On another visit she brought 2 more cousins, and  we traveled to the Tennessee mountains to visit the old home place and graves of our great grandparents.

Our great-grandparents old homeplace

Our great-grandparents old homeplace

Finding cousins I didn’t know I had was a serendipity for me.

My next serendipity happened about three months later while boating at the lake.  My husband and I were stopped in the middle of the lake while some friends stopped and talked to people in another boat.

I overheard a conversation coming from the other two boats that mentioned a special name.  That name was my mother’s maiden name.  I yelled across the water, and asked, “Where are your ancestors from?”  He responded, “Oneida, TN”.  In an excited voice I told him we had to be cousins.  I asked him who his grandfather was.  Sure enough, his grandfather was my great uncle.  So at the lake I unexpectantly found another cousin I had no idea that I had.  And he, unknowingly was a cousin of the other one who called me out of the clear blue.

To me these two experiences were serendipities.  I was delighted to find these new cousins in three months time.  What a blessing to be able to share what we knew about our ancestors!

Now it’s your turn to share a few serendipities that you have experienced.  If you don’t want to share here, you can share with a friend.  At least maybe you learned a new word today.

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Deer Season for This Lady

Deer Season in Kentucky

Deer hunting season

Back when I was still teaching my daughter and her husband were living with us while they were building a new house. It was fall, and deer hunting season was upon us.

On that crisp fall morning I was finished getting ready for school except for spraying my hair.  I noticed  on the bathroom sink an old white bottle that had the label partially worn off.  Even though it looked like it had been around for awhile I figured I’d use it to spray my hair.

At school when I finally had time to go to the rest room I noticed my hair looked bad…rather flat.  I didn’t have time to comb it.  Teachers just don’t have time at school to take care of such things.  After I got home I looked at myself in the mirror.   I said to myself,  “That hairspray is terrible.  It just didn’t do its job.”  So into the trash it went.

Later that night my son-in-law came in and asked if I’d seen a white spray bottle.  He said it contained his deer attractant spray that he sprays on his clothing so he’ll smell like a deer.  Needless to say I had that deer in the headlights look in my eyes.


Deer caught in headlights while crossing rural road

Yes, I had sprayed my hair with deer attractant spray.  No wonder it fell flat!  Thank goodness a deer didn’t come crashing through one of the school windows to get close to me.  Also my son-in-law was relieved that the trash with the white spray bottle hadn’t been taken to the dump yet.

So now you know my only experience related to deer hunting season.  No one living in Kentucky will find me hunting Bambi or her relatives.  Yes, I always think of Bambi when deer hunting season comes around.

I always think of Bambi during hunting season

The moral to the story is always be careful when using hair spray during deer hunting season.


I hope you enjoyed reading my one and only deer hunting experience.  Do any of you lady readers have any stories to share about deer hunting?

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What Happened to Our Playground?

There was a hollow tree beside a creek. There were rocks, crawdads, and minnows.  There we were… cousins playing at the farm of our grandparents with not a care in the world.  This was us in the late 50’s and early 60’s.

I remember skipping past the chicken house going towards the wooden gate.  To open the gate you had to remove the old rusty chain.  I loved swinging the gate open while standing on the bottom rail. Once I got in trouble for leaving it open.


granddaddys-barnNext we passed the old wooden barn and started running through a field of daisies to get to our playground.   Yes, it was the little creek at Grandma and Granddaddy’s farm where some of my happiest memories were made.


We played for hours building dams, searching for crawdads, and climbing that old hollow tree.  Once a different tree fell across the creek a little farther down the creek.  We used it as a bridge to cross to the other side where we found huge rocks that we named the Indian rocks.  Sometimes we would have a little picnic on the rocks.




We had our toy cap guns and tobacco sticks that we imagined were our horses.  We played cowboys and Indians, but none of us grew up to be school shooters or mass murderers.  We did all this without adult supervision.  What happened to those innocent times?

Sad to say time passed quickly and progress took our playground away.  A new road was built right through the middle of our playground.  The creek is now just a ditch alongside a 4 lane highway.

Culbrit under the highway where I creek once flowed.

Under the highway where our creek once flowed.









A subdivision is built where our Indian rocks were.

Highway 127 and Shelby Green Subdivision

Highway 127 and Shelby Green Subdivision

And the carefree days are no more.  Now we worry about air pollution, global warming, violence, heroin overdoses, and nuclear attacks.

Back in those days you seldom heard about murders, bank robberies, or house break-ins.  We never locked our doors or cars at night.  What has happened to our safe neighborhoods, our state, and our nation?

How I wish we could have those carefree, innocent days again.  The happy go lucky days of our youth were so precious.

Sad to say that time and progress  took our playground away.  Sometimes I wish time and progress could be stopped.  But like Tracy Lawrence’s song says, ‘Time Marches On’ and ‘the only thing that stays the same is that everything changes’.


I still love living in Kentucky even though many things have changed.  What about you?

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Cruising….Is it a Thing of the Past?

Cruising….is it a thing of the past?  Do teenagers still cruise like we did back in the ’60’s?  If they don’t they are missing out on a lot of fun times.

When I was 14 my older brother got his driver’s license and the cruising began.  Freedom… riding around town without your parents.  What great memories!

From 14 till when I got married every Friday and Saturday night I and many other teenagers in my hometown would make at least one trip from the bowling alley to the Dairy Dip and then on to Jerry’s Restaurant.  Heck, you had to see who was out and about.

Both the Dairy Dip and Jerry’s Restaurant had curbside service.  We would back into a parking place because our main goals were to see a cute guy or gal, who was dating who, or who had a new, sharp car.  Daddy would ask me if I was going to see or be seen.  I would answer, “Both.”   We would order maybe a coke, fries, or hamburger.  At Jerry’s my favorite was the Champ sandwich.  Friends would jump out of their car and into yours and vice versa.  Lots of friendship and future marriages began while cruising these three places.

At the bowling alley we would sometimes go in where dozens of teenagers would be standing around talking or eating in the restaurant.  I still remember the little juke boxes they had at each booth.  Bowling?  Usually not,  mostly just socializing.  Maybe some were in the game room playing pool.  Now this was a new experience for us girls. At this time females weren’t allowed in the pool halls downtown.  Or maybe they were, but my mom told me they weren’t.  I never could understand why pool rooms were men only in those days.

One time I remember us trying to see how many friends we could crowd into a car.  Four guys were in the back with girls sitting in their laps. It seems there was even a girl laying on top of the other girls. I can’t remember how many were in the front seat but it was jam packed.  Back then there weren’t any seat belts, no limits on the number of passengers could ride with you, and you could get your license a month after you turned 16.  What fun we had! Dangerous?  Yes, but fun times.

Then there were the times that we played Freeze Out in the dead of winter.  You just yelled, “Freeze Out!”, and everyone rolled down their windows freezing everyone in the car.  Oh, and a Chinese fire drill!  I don’t know how this got its name.  The driver stopped the car at a stoplight and yelled, “Chinese firedrill”!  Everyone, including the driver, jumped out of the car and ran around the car.  Then all got back in and the driver continued on like nothing every happened.  It’s a wonder that we didn’t get put in jail.  I did this with the grandchildren once and they thought I had lost my mind.

Sometimes at night we would ride around down on the Fork(out in the country) .  Riding with the windows down on a hot summer night was our way of cooling off.  Remember we didn’t have air conditioning in our cars or homes.  Even though my hair would be a mess it was invigorating to smell that fresh country air.  If we could pick up the radio signal we would listen to the Nighthawk show on the car radio.  The Nighthawk show was from a local radio station where you could make requests for your favorite song.  You could even dedicate songs to your favorite guy or gal.  Usually there would be a lot of static trying to listen to the music.  If you couldn’t pick that station up we would tune into WAKY and listen to Bill Bailey.  Often we’d loose the signal altogether and just sing a little ourselves.


That’s how it was when I was a teenager:

no fm or xm radio

no cd’s or dvd’s

no dvr or high def

no cell phones or computers

no navigation systems

no air conditioning

I hope I brought back some fond memories for my older readers and taught you young ones a little about life while living in Kentucky during the 60’s.  Writing this made me want to take the car out, roll the windows down, and turn on some old time rock and roll.  Until next time,  Mrs. B.





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