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I remember playing “Sheep Beard Down” with all the neighborhood kids: Manuel Abalos, David, Dennis, Michael Wolfe, Debbie, Eddie, Buddy Caulder, sometimes Jane Kay and Eddie Hood. Daddy Would sit on the porch and drink beer and make sure we didn’t argue with each other. We would play till it was too dark to see anything.
– Ruth
I remember spending many nights in the cellar. Daddy would stand on the porch and tell you what the clouds and weather might be going to do; then he would rush us off to the neighbors cellar. (He sometimes would wake us in the dead of night and say “Lets Go!”)
– Ruth
Doodle Bug, Doodle Bug – How does that song go??
– Ruth
I remember helping Daddy in the garden. I didn’t seem to mind pulling weeds or pickin’ beans. My love of gardening must have come from then.
– Ruth
I remember picking green onions straight out of the garden (don’t even remember washing them — just biting the end off and spitting it out) eating the whole thing like it was a piece of candy.
– Ruth
I remember Hunting Horned Toads (for Mrs. Sockwell? – fifth grade teacher – she was shipping them to Saudi Arabia to kill ants there). We got a nickel a piece for the. Would hunt and hunt. They seemed to be everywhere back then. I haven’t seen one in years. When we had enough money, we would go swimming at the city pool for 25 cents each person. We did the same thing with Coke Bottle – a nickel a piece!
– Ruth
Hours and Hours of playing cars in the dirt. We made towns and streets out of everything we could find. Best playing I ever done!
– Ruth
I remember getting to choose between a watermelon and ice cream on Sunday afternoons. Never knew you should cut pieces of watermelon for each person. Daddy just cut it in half and gave us all spoons and the salt.
– Ruth
Every once in a while, Daddy would take us to the store and let us pick out a candy bar. We would stand there for who knows how long trying to decide which kind — it was hard to choose ‘cause you didn’t know when you were going to get another one.
– Ruth
I remember doing laundry at the laundry mat on “the hill” every Sunday afternoon. Ronnie talked us into using slugs instead of quarters that Daddy gave us. It worked for several weeks until the owner caught us and then we had to drive to Bronte to do our laundry. Daddy finally bought a brand new electric wringer washer that sat outside the back door. We were moving on up!
– Ruth
