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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.

I, on the other hand, have learned I’m a sucker for anyone or anything that makes me laugh.

My experiences with popcorn began as soon as I was old enough to eat it. One or more nights per week, Mom would pull out the popcorn pan, pour oil in the bottom and fill it with a layer of the bright yellow stuff we loved.