Time Out!

When I was a little girl running hard and playing hard

We had a universal  “shout out” signal.

We would scream,

“TIME OUT!!!!!!”.

It meant we needed to stop,

mostly to catch our breath.

Today I am calling for a TIME OUT again,

a retreat from blogging just for a while,

until I catch my breath.

Wait for me.

I shall return!

Photograph/illustration found on stilettosontheglassceiling

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It Was a Wonderful Life

Photo from Vintage 1950’s http://www.redlinevintage.com

 

One night we dined with “old” friends.  Our friendship is old and our ages are (barely verging on) old too.  And although we often talk of current events and joke over funny things we have lately seen or heard, this time we kept returning to childhood.

• Bill played Kick the Can in the Bronx, New York.  He played Stick Ball too, with cut off broom sticks and a little pink ball.  The ball would disappear into a rain gutter collector  and had to be retrieved with a tin can on a rope.
• Our friend and his pals found a secret culvert and followed it from one opening to the other.  He and his cohorts could then disappear and mysteriously reappear to confuse adversarial teams of other kids.
• His wife loved roller skating (with wooden wheels) at the roller rink.
• Dor loved roller skating too, (with metal wheels) on neighborhood sidewalks.
• Bill would find roller skates in the neighborhood garbage and would attach them to an old board to make a scooter!
• Dor twirled a baton and dressed paper dolls with clothes fashioned from wall paper sample books and played Jacks for hours.
• We all recalled the big Sears catalogs.  “Do you remember those and how exciting it was to thumb through new arrivals?
• People actually bought houses or barns from the Sears catalog but what about the great toys?”

It was an amazing evening of remembering that  brought us all the way back to a wonderful life.  We entered a time machine and were suddenly those kids again  – the tom boy, the girl with a baton, the West Side Story live-a-like, and the country boy looking for action.  And there we all were, once more in our own memory made wonderlands.

Remember THAT?

• Remember when we used to hang our feet out the car window to feel the air blow through our toes?
• Remember  bike rides to the public pool – and bikes with brakes in the pedals instead of the handlebars?
• I rode my bike to school.
• Wasn’t it fun to play hide and seek until dinner time?
• Climbing trees!  I spent a lot of time in trees.
• Remember Woolworth’s Five and Dime?  I loved Woolworth’s.  Mom took me to there for breakfast!

Oh, the night was simply not long enough to recapture our very full quartet of memories.

But we all agreed it was a wonderful life.

Who said you can’t go home?

You certainly can,

on such a night

 in the company of old friends.

 

 

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