I Remember: NaPoWriMo 2016, Day 29

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I remember Sanderson’s store, with most of the items behind the counter that ran from the front door way back to the back wall of the store and the “grabber” on a long handle that Jeff and Tet Sanderson used to remove things from tall shelves.

I remember their  big cardboard box of penny candies: Bit O’ Honey’s and Tootsie Rolls and Tootsie Roll Pops, jawbreakers and orange slices and those chalky disks of many colors that came in a roll and tasted like medicine.

I remember the year the snow was so high that they had to dig a tunnel down the middle of main street and then tunnel into each store.

I remember Earl Wedean flying Santa Claus into town every Christmas and then his standing on the back of the firetruck and dispensing bags of candy to all the kids:  peanut shells stuck to ribbon candy and peanut brittle and those little pillows of acid yellow and shocking pink that tasted too much like cloves.  None of the candy except for the peanut brittle was edible, yet how we reached over each others’ shoulders for it, afraid he’d run out before he got to us.

I remember the seventh and eighth grade teacher threatening to hang a boy out a second story window, leaning him over backwards, gripping his collar with both hands.

I remember snow days listening to the radio (before T.V.–imagine that!) and eating chili with crackers and opening the lid to the big coffin-like freezer down in the cellar to grab an ice cream sandwich, then removing the  box elder bugs we’d put in there last fall  just to see them thaw out and crawl away.

I remember “Back to the Bible Broadcast” and Lynnie Brost and I sitting in the bathtub “scrubbing our sins away.” (I probably only remember this because of a letter found written by my older sister where she describes it.)

I remember how when we ate out, my sister Betty’s food always looked better than mine and how she always gave it to me.

I remember my dad’s yodeling and how my oldest sister could move her head sideways–back and forth like an Egyptian dancer.

I remember having my tonsils out.  The awful smell of ether and its taste in my throat when I came to, then the doctor saying, “Can you swallow?” and the awful searing pain and sense of betrayal.

I remember my dark green velvet coat with a white bunny fur collar.  Also, a mustard yellow woolen coat with two brown fur balls hanging down on long strings from the neck.

I remember chalk dust between my fingers and up my nose from beating blackboard erasers on the railing of the fire escape at school.

I remember the smell of rubber erasers–the  long spiraled worms that grew out of especially long mistakes.

Chocolate milk out of the white plastic udders of the stainless steel milk machine at school.

The first polio vaccinations given to everyone at school.  I don’t think the parents had the choice of refusing.  Then, after a few years, the miracle of getting the vaccine on a sugar cube instead.

The song, “If you turn me dooooowwnn, I’ll go off to Alaska, and I’ll buy me a mule. A mule with great big ears, to tell my troubles to-oo-oo-oo-oo. But I’ll come running on down down downdeeown down.  Running on down down downdeeown down. Running on down down downdeeown down to you!”

And the song “This Old House.”

I remember hot beef sandwiches at Fern’s cafe and the pie at Mrs. Dugan’s cafe–both located in filling stations in the little town I grew up in.

I remember water bags hanging from the front grills of cars in the summer.

“The Neighbor Lady” show on WNAX in Yankton, S.D.

Playing under the bleachers at basketball games.

Years later, selling hot dogs at the concession stand during games.

Summer camp in the Black Hills and the thrill of sleeping outside in canvas tents and venturing out in the dark to use the outhouses.

Camp songs: “If you were Dutch you couldn’t sing this: Sing song kitchee kitchee kai me oh!”

Earaches and stomachaches and felons on my cuticles and sunburn and grass stains and chigger bites.

Smith Brothers Cherry Cough Drops and crates of apples from Oregon and 7Up in green bottles and cherry pop and Old El Paso Mexican frozen dinners.

Exotic strangers in the cafes and the Super Value grocery store  during the summer. Gypsies and traveling church play actors and cool kids from big towns traveling with their parents.

Sunday school pins with a bar added each year for perfect attendance.

Fake fingernails with glue so smelly you could get high on it, although we didn’t even know what getting high meant.

Those red bubbles where you put a glob of stuff on the end of a little red soda straw and blew.  So toxic that they’d be banned now, but who was paying attention then?

Furry bunnies and fuzzy yellow chicks that hopped when you wound up with a key .

Ten cent comic books: Little Lulu and Sluggo, Ritchie Rich and Mighty Mouse. Archie and Veronica and Jughead.

Chocolate Sodas made with syrup and ice cream and fizzy water at the drugstore––stirred with a long silver spoon by Jack Mowell.

I remember this and lots more, but it’s getting late and you probably all nodded off long ago, so I just have to ask.  Why can’t I remember where I hid my sack of keys?  Or my glasses? Or the charger for my camera battery?

Most of all, I remember remembering!

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(“The” dark green velvet coat with the bunny collar.  My much older sister Betty took almost all of the pictures of my middle sister Patti and me. She did quite a photo shoot on this day, which is probably why I remember this coat and bonnet so well.  I was a compliant poser.)

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-nine-2/  (Of course the prompt today was “I Remember.”)

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29 thoughts on “I Remember: NaPoWriMo 2016, Day 29”

    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      I was a cute doll my mom dressed up–ha . I was born 11 years after my older sister and she told me once I felt more like her daughter than her sister. She luckily took lots of pictures in a time when that was a rarity. We lived 60 miles from the nearest clothing store, but those trips to Pierre were like magical excursions and what I now see was a tiny town (6,000 people, and it was our state capital!) seemed like such a huge city to me. I think after many years of near poverty, my dad was finally “making it” as a rancher when I was born and they tended to spend most of their money on we kids. Once I graduated from high school, they moved to AZ and my mom started dressing herself up as she once had us kids. She remained a fashion plate until she died at age 91–dressing up every day with makeup, jewelry, hair fixed, even when no one was going to see her but herself. She was her own final dress-up doll.

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  2. Under the mask..'s avatarRelax...

    I’ll bet everyone says, “I’d know that was you, Judy, without anyone telling me so!” You haven’t changed much. 🙂 Lovely memories of neighborhoods, times, and folks I remember, too, from around here.

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    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      What a nice comment, Relax. We both had good childhoods. That is something I grow more grateful for every year. You are pretty intuitive in seeing that I really haven’t grown up that much!!!!

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      1. Under the mask..'s avatarRelax...

        From all I’ve seen of you so far, I wouldn’t hesitate to say I think you’re just as effervescent as you were back then, and even more a people person since then!

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    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      Thanks, Claire. I had the strangest sensation as I wrote it that I had written down all these things before, but I couldn’t find any blog in which I’d done so. Perhaps I’ve written about them all in different pieces. At any rate, I kept hoping for a remembrance I had never had before, but all of these are things many times remembered. I appreciate your comment!

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  5. LuAnne Holder's avatarLuAnne Holder

    Your memories have sparked some of my own like waiting in line for vaccinations and the “miracle of getting the vaccine on a sugar cube”, the Coke floats at the drug store (we had a Sanderson’s too) and “the long spiraled worms that grew out of especially long mistakes.” So descriptive I felt like I was right there with you. Inspiring.

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  6. Linda L. Kruschke's avatarLinda Kruschke

    I did not nod off; I enjoyed this very much. I remember some of those same things, or similar things anyway. My favorite part of this was the stanza that started “The song, “If you turn me …” followed by the stanza that said “And the song “This Old House.”” It made me chuckle that you “sang” the one whole song just about and then just said the title of the other. So cute.

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  9. Mary Francis McNinch's avatarMary Francis McNinch

    I remember most of this, but only after reading what you remember…I ran an hid under the bleachers in the dark auditorium to avoid the dreaded shot. They finally told my mother to bring me back next year…Bill will enjoy this immensely!

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    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      One year Jorgena Anderson fell sideways off the top rung of those bleachers. They were pulled out to face the stage and we had an assembly featuring a hypnotist. Unbeknownst to him, as he hypnotized the boys on the stage, he hypnotized Jorgena , too, and when he said, “You are getting very very sleepy,” she fell off the bleachers. Luckily one of the male teachers was standing directly under her and caught her. Billy might remember this.

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        1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

          We didn’t have anything else to divert us…No TV until I was 11 and only one station. “Stories” were a big part of town life. My favorite activity was sitting and listening to my dad and his friends spin yarns.

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        2. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

          Do you know how to contact Alan Rada? I have a picture of the two of us dancing at a party I threw in the 8th grade. I’m about a foot taller than him and we are doing the jitterbug… Alan is really going to it. I’d love to send it to him.

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