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This entry was posted on Thursday, April 5th, 2018 at 9:18 am and is filed under simple pleasures. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.
I busted a mirror and got seven years bad luck, but my lawyer thinks he can get me five. —Stephen Wright
Dance like no one is watching. Because they’re not. They’re checking their phones.
Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's sister-in-law Sybil
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happinessâ„¢ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
Bluebird Bitterâ„¢, the beer they named for Bob
I love these. That one picture of the four young ladies must have been taken in the early 60’s. They were all dressed in the style of Jackie Kennedy. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Rumor has it that those 4 women ARE Jacqueline Kennedy, in a top secret MKUltra CIA backed experiment. 😉
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Or maybe they were her stunt doubles?
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“I think I’m a clone now, there’s always four of me just a-hangin’ around…”
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😀 😀 😀
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Thanks for some memories. As a kid, I was never bored. I like the first picture. I could only imagine what would happen today if kids ran around with even toy guns!
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When my brothers and I were little we played with toy guns all the time. Cap guns were my favorite because I loved the smell of the caps.
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Sad to say – those days are gone.
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More’s the pity.
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BoB: When my brothers and I were little we played with toy guns all the time. Cap guns were my favorite because I loved the smell of the caps.
Heh. Just posted this March 30:
The Smell of Nostalgia
Bang! Bang! And the bad guys go down!
(Cap gun refills)
Figure Pistol Pete knows all about this. 😀
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Bad trigger finger discipline with the kid on the right.Set up some more tin cans,pop bottles,Barbie dolls,g.i.joes,rotten apples,etc.
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Reblogged this on Will S.' Sunny Side Blog and commented:
Thanks BoB!
A vanished world…
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Thanks Will. 🙂
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The console radio was my main source pre-TV, pre-digital source of entertainment: Tom Mix (even after he had died), Superman, The Shadow, Ozzie & Harriet, George Burns & Gracie Allen, Jack Benny, Jack Carter Private Eye, I Love a Mystery, Our Miss Brooks, and on and on. If people still watched and listened to shows like that, America would be a kinder, gentler place.
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Yep.
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Thomas Anger: The console radio was my main source pre-TV…
Ah, thanks for making me feel young. I’m post-radio TV era, although I do remember TV test patterns, and adjusting the rabbit ears, the horizontal, the vertical, and the channel fine-tuning.
I’ve enjoyed catching up on many old radio shows over the decades, though. Great stuff.
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Gracious, what an amalgamation! Some sweet, some goofy, some downright horrifying 🙂 Wonder if I could get 2 friends to wear those pickle hats with me.
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If anyone could, I think you would be the one.
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We made our own fun and used imagination for flavoring. I smiled at all the pictures except that one where those four women appear to be dressing up as dill pickles (or something a bit more adult…) um. Ha. Thanks for the smile! 🙂
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I have no idea what the significance of those remarkable costumes might be, but the picture was too funny to pass up.
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I remember them well 🙂
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Ah, yes! How people had fun in the pre-digital era!
I’ll never forget when Grampaw would hitch up the hippo and we’d ride to town and point and laugh at the PIckle Quartet. We let the littlest armed boy gangs have the biggest fireworks, because we knew as smokers they’d have matches.
😮
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Those were the days…
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I do remember some of those things. Listening to the radio. We’d never miss the Goon Show, Round the Horne or Journey into Space.
Reading isn’t in your list. I spent hours with my head in a book.
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So did I. Six decades later, I still do. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Viv Drewa – The Owl Lady.
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Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
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Here in Florida it was easy to find a chunk of lime rock to use as chalk on the black asphalt streets. We drew city streets on which our bicycles were autos. We made stores and schools. We drew fish and birds and four square and hopscotch. At school, each day before the boys would go out to the playground and run around like mad, crazy people, we had to take the big lime rock chunk and draw the hopscotch squares for the girls. The teachers said that it was the “gentlemanly” thing to do. 🙂
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Awww, that’s so sweet. Nowadays any teacher even suggesting that boys ought to be gentlemen would find himself/herself in trouble with the PC police. Sigh…
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