Re: [Unschooling-dotcom] Digest Number 2630
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Mary: Thanks for the memory! I'm from Buffalo originally, and I haven't
thought about running to the "milk machine" for my mom in years! My memories
are very vague, since I was really small, but very pleasant.
Linda
In a message dated 11/14/02 9:58:18 AM Eastern Standard Time, From: "mary
krzyzanowski" <meembeam@...>
My > dh remembers milk vending machines on street corners of Buffalo, NY. I'd
thought about running to the "milk machine" for my mom in years! My memories
are very vague, since I was really small, but very pleasant.
Linda
In a message dated 11/14/02 9:58:18 AM Eastern Standard Time, From: "mary
krzyzanowski" <meembeam@...>
My > dh remembers milk vending machines on street corners of Buffalo, NY. I'd
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> love it if milk was delivered to my door daily, it would save me the late
> night/early morning trips just to get milk.
> Mary-NY
>
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We had a huckster who came by with a truck full of fruits, vegtables,
gum and candy - ice cream too! We used to get the fudgesicles that as
soon as they were in the heat would form a thin sheet of ice on them -
watch that tongue. They were SO good. Can't find that kind any more.
Fire balls. Bubble gum. Umm. We had the Hood man come with milk and
juice. A nice man came with a truck load of donuts and breads. We use to
tease grandma to buy the powder sugar donuts and the cardboard container
full of little cookies - I liked the ones made of coconut and the ones
with the little red jelly that was hard and chewy in the middle. We
would swim for hours in my grandmothers pond. It was so big people for
miles around came to swim, too. I spent hours and hours there as a child
catching fish - some the size of quarters - little sunfish or bluegills.
I would dig in the muck where ever I saw a little hole and find a crab
to toss into a bucket full of pollywogs, frogs, baby turtle the size of
quarters, etc. My hair would end up the same color as my tan. We would
ice skate in the winter. Have a bonfire. Pop popcorn over the open fire
with my grandmothers old popcorn popper - long handle with black box at
the end made of metal. She used to call the fry pans, spiders. I didn't
get that the first time she asked me for one! She had a huge flower
garden and a goldfish pond. A creek ran in back of her house. Fresh mint
and horseradish grew in it. We used to go sledding there in the winter -
slidding along the bank and down another and ending up on the frozen
creek. I would walk on that creek in the dead of winter with boughs hung
heavily with snow - so peaceful and quiet. In the summer she grew
hyacynth, lily of the valley along it's banks. Sweet william and
hollyhocks. She had a grape arbor with huge purple grapes - green on the
inside with seeds. A crabapple tree. A tree with little red pears that
turned yellowish when ripe. Pear trees lined our driveway - the big
green pears that turned yellow when ripe - so many bees came then! Her
front yard was big enough to invite many kids over to play baseball.
That was where I had my first crush on Bob Barnes - red haired young man
who was more interested in tuning his first car than play ball - died in
the VietNam war. So many cherished memories... Like the Waltons. Only we
got beat and molested. Thank God for the wonderful land where I grew up
- central New York. Gosh I miss it now. Not there anymore when John
Glenn (astronaut) Blvd. was made. The state tried to say my grandmothers
land was a cess pool. Good thing she had pictures - went to court - got
money. She never acted uppity about it. She always shared the land. She
made lousy oatmeal cookies though - the woman couldn't cook:) Blessings,
Michele
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gum and candy - ice cream too! We used to get the fudgesicles that as
soon as they were in the heat would form a thin sheet of ice on them -
watch that tongue. They were SO good. Can't find that kind any more.
Fire balls. Bubble gum. Umm. We had the Hood man come with milk and
juice. A nice man came with a truck load of donuts and breads. We use to
tease grandma to buy the powder sugar donuts and the cardboard container
full of little cookies - I liked the ones made of coconut and the ones
with the little red jelly that was hard and chewy in the middle. We
would swim for hours in my grandmothers pond. It was so big people for
miles around came to swim, too. I spent hours and hours there as a child
catching fish - some the size of quarters - little sunfish or bluegills.
I would dig in the muck where ever I saw a little hole and find a crab
to toss into a bucket full of pollywogs, frogs, baby turtle the size of
quarters, etc. My hair would end up the same color as my tan. We would
ice skate in the winter. Have a bonfire. Pop popcorn over the open fire
with my grandmothers old popcorn popper - long handle with black box at
the end made of metal. She used to call the fry pans, spiders. I didn't
get that the first time she asked me for one! She had a huge flower
garden and a goldfish pond. A creek ran in back of her house. Fresh mint
and horseradish grew in it. We used to go sledding there in the winter -
slidding along the bank and down another and ending up on the frozen
creek. I would walk on that creek in the dead of winter with boughs hung
heavily with snow - so peaceful and quiet. In the summer she grew
hyacynth, lily of the valley along it's banks. Sweet william and
hollyhocks. She had a grape arbor with huge purple grapes - green on the
inside with seeds. A crabapple tree. A tree with little red pears that
turned yellowish when ripe. Pear trees lined our driveway - the big
green pears that turned yellow when ripe - so many bees came then! Her
front yard was big enough to invite many kids over to play baseball.
That was where I had my first crush on Bob Barnes - red haired young man
who was more interested in tuning his first car than play ball - died in
the VietNam war. So many cherished memories... Like the Waltons. Only we
got beat and molested. Thank God for the wonderful land where I grew up
- central New York. Gosh I miss it now. Not there anymore when John
Glenn (astronaut) Blvd. was made. The state tried to say my grandmothers
land was a cess pool. Good thing she had pictures - went to court - got
money. She never acted uppity about it. She always shared the land. She
made lousy oatmeal cookies though - the woman couldn't cook:) Blessings,
Michele
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