tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post3615221111180017660..comments2023-12-27T16:41:07.438-05:00Comments on Suldog: Charlie'sSuldoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-79002924780884854742008-03-18T08:50:00.000-04:002008-03-18T08:50:00.000-04:00In Hyde Park we had Mrs. Dunn's Store a block in o...In Hyde Park we had Mrs. Dunn's Store a block in one direction and Maxie's a block in the other. I have plans to write a similar post about Mrs. Dunn's in the future.<BR/><BR/>Back when "penny candy" was a penny.David Sullivanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06847923057333798936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-53322121333074752182008-03-18T00:36:00.000-04:002008-03-18T00:36:00.000-04:00Had to chuckle about the "how things have changed"...Had to chuckle about the "how things have changed" bit about Charlie selling kids cigarettes for their parents. It reminded me about the local pub here in the village where I live and how, back when I was jr/sr high age, our neighbor two doors older would often send his daughter, 3 years my senior, up to the bar to get him two quarts of beer. I usually would walk up there with her and the bartender never batted an eye when we would come in and she would tell him she wanted the two quarts of beer for her dad. If the local bars today would ever do that, they'd be found out and shut up tighter than a drum in nothing flat. I don't know if he extended the same courtesy to guys in that age range if they tried to buy beer though. But you know, back then, teenage girls didn't drink so maybe he figured we weren't lying about my friend's dad having sent us there. The funny thing though to me is that we never ever thought about being dishonest and going up there, buying beer under false pretenses and then taking it and drinking it ourselves. I doubt very seriously if my kids would have operated that way though.Jenihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16425701332785470116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-4708505496831592008-03-17T18:14:00.000-04:002008-03-17T18:14:00.000-04:00Just seen David S's comment - yes. They have!!! ...Just seen David S's comment - yes. They have!!! lolCathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01247084030899971480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-30798148913984611942008-03-17T18:13:00.000-04:002008-03-17T18:13:00.000-04:00Moooooo!You are learning from Shrinky and it is no...Moooooo!<BR/>You are learning from Shrinky and it is not fair! <BR/>What a wonderful story. We had a shopkeeper a bit like that. We only had the one shop in the village and he didn't stay open late or anything, but I remember the meatgrinding, potato sacks, the penny sweets, going to get mum's cigarettes, the comics, etc.<BR/><BR/>Post the second half soon! Hope Charlie was / is all right...Cathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01247084030899971480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-54728908962024432872008-03-17T13:07:00.000-04:002008-03-17T13:07:00.000-04:00What a great post! You're childhood sounds a lot l...What a great post! You're childhood sounds a lot like mine. I grew up in the 60's. Small town and there were the small little five and dime store that we always frequented. I miss the penny candy!! Thanks for sharing and bring back some fun times ;o)<BR/><BR/>Thanks for your comment on Cay and for stopping by.<BR/><BR/>Happy St. Patrick's Day ;o)jilliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15178696064979853189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-59185790839266577752008-03-17T11:17:00.000-04:002008-03-17T11:17:00.000-04:00And oh, yeah, the cliffhanger thing? soon please.And oh, yeah, the cliffhanger thing? soon please.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02190489990653412687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-90323330146505764082008-03-17T11:16:00.000-04:002008-03-17T11:16:00.000-04:00What a wonderful reminiscence. I felt like I was i...What a wonderful reminiscence. I felt like I was in Charlie's, too, though in Nashville in the 60s, we had nothing like that. At least not near us. We had something like a 7-11 (but it wasn't) that sold icees and we were allowed to walk the 2 blocks there by ourselves. That was it.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02190489990653412687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-47830287230088897722008-03-17T11:03:00.000-04:002008-03-17T11:03:00.000-04:00Another cliff-hanger, eh, Jim?Cool!Another cliff-hanger, eh, Jim?<BR/><BR/>Cool!Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-71755436259643634522008-03-17T10:31:00.000-04:002008-03-17T10:31:00.000-04:00Disaster???? A disaster you did not finish and le...Disaster???? A disaster you did not finish and leave us waiting with baited breath.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-24514367774600375372008-03-17T10:29:00.000-04:002008-03-17T10:29:00.000-04:00You are so right about perceptive "toughness". In...You are so right about perceptive "toughness". In Boston, there is always someone tougher and crazier a block away!<BR/><BR/>I also know that what goes around comes around because after I moved away and came back bigger than most of those bastards that used to whale on me there was hell to pay. Us Irish have long memories, go ask the English.David Sullivanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06847923057333798936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-7381298588484488062008-03-17T09:36:00.000-04:002008-03-17T09:36:00.000-04:00This is good stuff Sul...great descriptive writing...This is good stuff Sul...great descriptive writing...I can see it all, and remember most of it...only in a different place and time.fuzzbert_1999@yahoo.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08523386203834736598noreply@blogger.com