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Tuesday, April 29, 2008
"Back In The Day"
Tuesdays treasure for me today is when I was very young, I mean preschool age, my brother lived with his Dad, we're from the same mother,but have different father's, he's 8 1/2 years older then me, and he'd come home on the week end's and stay with us, he was and still is a big fan of the Beatles, and use to play the guitar, his step mother hated the Beatles and I guess threaten to throw all his Beatles records away, and I can remember him bringing them to our house, and I helped carrying them in, they were LP's or the 45's, Mom had a record player, and he'd put on the record's and play his guitar to them, and I'd either sit and watch the little green apple go around and around, or try to sing to some of the song's, man we'd have that thing blaring as loud as the little record player would allow, and we'd have to do this when our Mom wasn't home, the fun we'd have when she wasn't home, suppose that's why I might like the Beatles? and that's when milk got delivered to the house in glass bottles by a foster farms milk man, and when the milk was gone once a week, I guess it was you'd put the milk bottles on the front porch and he'd replace them, but I'd use them for vases for this bush that grew these pretty red flowers called "Bottle brush" plant, and sit them right in the middle of the table, and to this day I don't care much for the plant, and guess what we got in the back yard, that's right a Bottle Brush plant's, 6 in all, my brother and I would clean Mom's house playing those records, and I decorate the table with Bottle Brush flowers in those glass milk bottles, I have some of those that where in that old Ice Box of my Dad's. O the fun we'd have listing to what families called "trash" in those days, and that "trash " has some real good memories for some.
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4 comments:
Yes, and include me as a fan. :) Wonderful memory and treasure.
Hugs, Phyllis
what great memories....i remember having milk delivered when i was growing up...and setting the bottles outside the door.....loved that....i think it should be started up again....my mom always got buttermilk and fresh carrot juice from the milkman too...
and records.......i still have a record player and a big collection of records, including many from when i was a kid....love playing them and hearing all the "surface noise" and just for the memories they bring :)
jessamyn is a number one beatles fan.....i remember the panic i was in trying to get an album for her when it was being released....her whole ceiling was covered in beatles pictures! :)
thanks for the walk through memory lane today, annette....and for sharing your treasure.
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kimberly
oh....and that bottle brush....i had one growing up, too! :)
lots of memories for me here today! I remember the milk bottles being delivered, and of course records...I still have a bunch of those (33's and 45's). I LOVE the Beatles and I too don't care very much for the bottle brush plants...the red blooms are pretty, but when I was little they would get stuck in my hair and I remember having a difficult time getting them out...how they got in my hair, I don't know.
thanks for the trip down memory lane ~
much love,
Joni
Back again for another visit.
Just wanted to tell you that I don't remember milk bottles. I have no idea why except maybe because my family was in the army and we had PX stuff. Then the times I spent with my grandmother, there were no bottles because my grandmother lived on a farm and the milk came directly from the cow. It must have been really cool to walk up and find fresh milk at your door.
Hugs for a great day... or night...
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