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“In the spring, a young man’s fancy turns to love.”  I am not a man, certainly not young, and spring was a long time ago. But in September, my “fancy” turns to the classroom, with happy memories.

My husband and I recently had fun attending the Arlington County Fair for the first time in many years.  We were surprised and delighted...

As I grew older, I thought I’d hit the big leagues when I became a curb hop at the local Frostop, earning 50 cents per hour and the chance for tips.

In past posts, I talked about other things we did on lazy summer afternoons to keep ourselves entertained and out of our mothers’ hair. Now let’s talk games.

Remember your first day of Kindergarten? (Called “kindygarden” by the old-time locals.)   I don’t remember much, except I know I couldn’t wait to get there.

After supper, the place for the young crowd was Uncle John’s Kiddieland. Located at the edge of town, it was owned and operated by a local family who once owned a small carnival, according to rumor.

Remember when it seemed summer vacation lasted for YEARS? I thought it the best time EVER, and my friends and I found plenty to keep us busy.