Saturday, February 15, 2020

"DADDY, DADDY, STAR TRACK IS ON!"


In those far-off long-ago Happy Days
of the sixties, when the girls were out
burning their bras, my dear little
sons were growing up.

One TV show that they watched OVER &
OVER...and I watched it with them at
times...was STAR TREK! (Not to mention
their other big favorite: "Daddy,Daddy,
'THE BAGINIAN' is on!" Wed.nights.)

I, being an older fellow.... after a while
tired of seeing those weird, unbelievable
critters on the tube..."WHERE NO MAN
HAS YET GONE..." Swoosh....

It will surprise you to know that our
dear little boys (as we approach our
63 Wedding Anniversary Monday,
February 17) are now 62 and 56

Oh, oh, ..but the rest of the story is:
At all family gatherings, any time of
the year, when the  food is devoured
and the banter and talk all done...they
wind up (knowing TV outlets  I never
heard of) --watching "Star Track" on 24
HOUR Star Trek Channels.

Episodes they've seen a half-dozen
times...each one.

And I feel a little left-out...and a little
bored....because of all the weird stuff
those shows had....and the worst part
is perhaps the fact---that the boys
can recite the dialogue verbatim along
with the characters...and do it offhand.

Okay, I'll admit Spock's ears still
fascinate me, as well as that beautiful
Lt. Uhura with the eight-inch-
tall hairdo. (Are there Beauty Shops
in space?)

Most of the interesting people who
were protagonists in that old show
are now gone...except Capt. Kirk
who never seems to age...and we
remember Scotty and the others
fondly.
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This book about STAR TREK recently
surfaced in our garage library, as we
undertook a vast down-sizing effort
of our books. I never read it all...but
it will go to one of the sons to keep
and cherish...and they may argue,
as to whom.
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MIL
15 FEBRUARY 2020'

Friday, February 14, 2020

WHERE HAVE ALL THE "AUNT SALLYS" GONE


WHERE HAVE ALL THE "AUNT SALLYS" GONE ?


"For O my brother so far away,
  This is to tell you, she waits today
To welcome us--Aunt Mary fell
   Asleep this morning whispering.
"Tell the boys to come
         and all is well
            out to old Aunt Mary's."

....from "OUT TO OLD AUNT MARY'S". 
            ......James Whitcomb Riley



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There was a time in the grand old
USA when every family (and families
were big in those days) seemed to 
be loaded up good and proper,
with "aunts,." (and uncles.) 

The world seems to have had a lot
of them. Both sides of the family had ..
'em..."aunts..."sometimes up to a
dozen, counting those by marriage.

Now they weren't referred to as 
"AHH-UNTS,.."--they were just
pure and simple--"aints." "Ah-unts"
would have sounded hoity-toity
to the simple folks of the 1920's
and 1930's.

In those grand old days when. the
country was more rural, the "aunts"
seem to come back to us  little kids
of those times--with farm houses/
porches and rocking chairs, cozy
warm kitchens with pancakes giving
off their aromas at breakfast---maybe
wood stoves, quilts at night (with hot
bricks, wrapped in old blanket pieces
at our  feet).

There were grape arbors, and gardens.
Fruit trees and homemade cherry jelly.

Places like this were usually visited 
at Thanksgiving and so many came
that people were sleeping everywhere,
a lot of them on pallets.

There was always a much-loved AUNT,
in a perennial wet apron, expertly running 
the show, with her husband...a beloved 
uncle Fred (or whoever), the avuncular
one, ever helping....often

....bringing  in a bucket or two of milk,
on a frosty, cold morning, from Bessie
and Jerseys at the barn.

The aunts today are still with us...only
many fewer: families  became smaller
in the later 20TH century. And somehow,
the quaint custom of referring to them
with their titles-"Aunt," faded out, maybe
with our generation, born in the 30's.

Oh, how we miss them...and those 
simpler times...

Where have all the aints gone?

Aunt Sally, Aunt Emma, Aunt Mattie,
Aunt Edna, Aunt Hettie, Aunt Wanda,
Aunt Bobbie, Aunt Virgie, Aunt Lucy,
Aunt Willa, Aunt Lillie, Aunt Thelma,
Aunt Polly, Aunt Lessie, and on and 
on...BE and I named these real people 
this morning. Do you remember any?

(These marvelous people weren't alone.
They always came in PAIRS, with an"uncle,"
as we have noted, maybe as "Uncle Tom
and Aunt Virgie.")

Uncles remembered are Uncle Tom.
Uncle Bill, Uncle Ed, Uncle Pete,
Uncle Ebenezer, Uncle Horace, 
Uncle Willie, Uncle George....

Ah, but where did all these people
go? I believe they still live today..."On 
Canaan's happy shore..," godly, saintly people,
good Americans.

"Ten thousand times ten thousand
    in sparkling  raiment bright,
The armies of the ransomed saints
   throng up the steeps of light;
'Tis finished all ''tis finished,
   their fight with death and sin:
Fling open wide the golden gates
   and let the victors in."

I think we've found   the lost 
       aunts....they are saints.
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MIL
13 FEBRUARY 2020



































Monday, February 10, 2020

"YOU COULD GET ANYTHING YOU NEEDED....AT BARRY HARDWARE!"



Bobby Joe Snipes: "Mil, here are the books
we promised you...(we are downsizing).”

"Way back, we bought home of founder of
Barry's, and in my basement man-cave
behind a shelf, we found this roll of 
wrapping paper...likely from the thirties..."
  (This is Bob's approx. quote.)

So excited we're we to get the poetry
book gifts that we at first tossed the
brownish wrapping paper into the
recycle box.


Ah, but then we discovered our error...my
friends this is a historic piece of
paper, as Bob said..."maybe from the 30's;"
go figure, you students of Reba Jenkins---
that's going on a century....old.

This was fresh wrapping paper, likely the 
same as that on the rollers inside that favorite
store, at practically  the "heart-beat" 
corner of old beloved Clovis, as we knew
it....on a memorable day, Aug. 1945. Read
on...

At that central corner of Fourth and Main
were Barry's, Woolworth, May Bros.
Jewelry, and across to the northwest --
Fox Drug...(you remember the Running 
Foxes on the signs.)

Mil, age 11, on an August 15 afternoon in
1945, came out into the bright light of
reality from the double feature movie,
showing at the Lyceum, three doors
north of Barry's.

The intersection at Fourth & Main was 
blocked by a big KICA broadcasting van,
and a loud speaker was blaring: "The Japs
have surrendered...the Japs have 
surrendered!"

I can take you to that corner, in front
of Barry's today and mark the sidewalk
with a piece of chalk, showing you just
where I stood...when I heard the news!

I was tired of that war. We all were. Boys
were gone, never to return. We kids had
cleaned up every piece of scrap anything,
anywhere in the county...for the war effort.

And in my boy's heart, with its young
innocence of the human condition...I
said: "Thank God for no more war!"

An interesting thing: note Barry's phone
number--72. Bob mentions that his dad's
OK RUBBER WELDERS store had the number
of 656, My dad owned the MAGIC STEAM
LAUNDRY at 417 W, Grand and the number
there was 397. Just interesting side facts...

Ah, but..."As for man, his days are as the 
grass..." and that old "heartbeat corner"
of Clovis is not the same today. Woolworth's
left along in the 70's (I got a final photo);
May Bros. left and I heard Charles was 
ranching somewhere; and Barry's-gone.

FOX DRUG, a most interesting place for
kids to walk through, over there on the
northwest corner-- became Cretney Drug,
Roden-Smith Drug, and may now be a
church...who knows? It once had a great
news/magazine/comic book shop
opening to the north corner.

So there you have it...a piece of life and
history from the 30's and forties--.that 
corner...and a fine hometown...good 
Saturday double feature movies, for
ten cents (plus 10 cent popcorn) and
a ham salad san just south at Woolworth's
after the movie...for a mere twenty cents.

And fresh on my mind, as if it had all 
happened yesterday! How lucky to
live in a  "Place Like That," we were.

Think of the memories stirred
by that ancient piece of brown Barry's
wrapping paper (which I cherish)...
and did you know that when such paper
as that exists  and ages and dries out,
it seems gets rather crispy.
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Mil
11 JANUARY 2020




MY OLD "DAM-GUD" BAG IS NOW ONLY A MEMORY




MY OLD "DAM-GUD" BAG IS NOW ONLY A MEMORY

It was the coolest bag you ever saw.

Visualize a "thermos" bag about 14 
inches long, with a shoulder strap:
it'd hold six or seven sodas and
a frozen block...it zipped right around
the top. Made of white plastic 
interior and light canvas exterior.

In your mind's eye, see it as being
rather rugged and very masculine;
practically crying out "Let's go 
fishing!" Almost like a faithful dog!

Oh, oh! The biggie. It was made 
in CAMO. "Woodland" camo. You
could lose it iffen you got careless.

The "DAM-GUD" Company made 
these fridge bags and I bought ours
in about 1962. Where I can't recall;
"the mists  of time" have taken their
toll.

Depending on the season, 
temperature, weather--like a duck-
hunt or a catfishing  trip (with a 
lawn chair)' it would keep coffee 
and soups hot and sandwiches 
and sodas cold. Big time!

One look at it, hanging upstairs on 
my cozy "escape attic" wall brought
back...um..glorious memories of
times spent in the wild, with good
companions, and oft nice solitude.

Who can forget quail hunts, like
down around historic Claunch....
In the chill fall air, sitting and
leaning against the right front tire 
of the pickup, with the warm fall
sun shining , and rummaging thru
your Dam-Gud bag for sandwiches 
and drinks ...all in that clean red
sand in the  country road ruts--
well, there is nothing like it    on this
earth!

People used to see the trade mark
tag on the bag and say "Ha-Ha, is
it really 'damn good?,' "  I'd say, "My
brother, you don't even know the
half of it!"

Now today, I wish I had bought two
of them, and stored one in a vacuum
bag, protecting it from aging. For
though time has limited my outdoor
excursions, it'd be nice to have a
another brand new bag, like the old!

It seems the DAM-GUD Company 
is no more. Remember, mine was
purchased sixty years ago. When 
I searched the internet to order a
replacement, the displays all said:
"Did you mean damn good bag?"

There is a big empty nail and spot
on the attic wall, over in the corner,
where the old DG bag,  all brittle 
and cracked a bit, hung.....for years.

Then one day, it was gone.What 
happened to it...nobody knows.

Gone.

It was the kind of thing a wife does...
you know...gets a cleaning urge and
spots old stuff of husbands, ("that 
needs to go,") but no one will own up.

Maybe I myself, did it and then 
blocked it out…mercifully.

Someone once said, and it was maybe
in "PATTON,"  
           "All things are fleeting."
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MIL

10 FEBRUARY 2020