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Visiting didn’t happen by email, text, Zoom or Snapchat. It meant you actually sat down with someone face-to-face and TALKED.

For some forgotten reason all the patrol boys were gone, and we girls finally got our chance to shine, yours truly included.

The best use of the word is one we don’t hear much anymore: spare time. When I was growing up in the ‘50’s, that’s where our hobbies lived.

A happy memory of mine is the day we got our first TV, in 1955.

As prices continue to soar, it’s little wonder that an Easter custom from the ‘40’s and ‘50’s is long gone. What custom? Parents buying their little girls' new outfits for Easter Sunday.

I loved scouring the ash pits to hunt for that “good stuff.”

In minutes, she discovered the skunk wasn’t as “de-scented” as advertised.