tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post632677838645481919..comments2023-12-27T16:41:07.438-05:00Comments on Suldog: Under A RockSuldoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-59213747822416365972012-01-26T21:06:10.158-05:002012-01-26T21:06:10.158-05:00Loved the dissertation on the psychology of Hide a...Loved the dissertation on the psychology of Hide and Seek. So true! My favorite strategy was to hide in plain sight. I had surprisingly good success with that one. :)flutterbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17460436620025386593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-25392949369482954392011-08-11T18:22:27.359-04:002011-08-11T18:22:27.359-04:00Fantastic post Jim. It brought back many memories...Fantastic post Jim. It brought back many memories for us. We always enjoy it when you reminice about your childhood. :o)Ruth and Glenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479687691813477089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-24790746889110482072011-08-10T11:19:41.473-04:002011-08-10T11:19:41.473-04:00Awwwww, we may have grown up at the opposite ends ...Awwwww, we may have grown up at the opposite ends of the pond to each other, but there's SO much in this post I can identify with! What a trip down memory lane.. btw, I still have our milk delivered to the door, even today, and the ice-cream van is also very much alive and chiming, too! I well recall the bread van, even the fishmonger van (phew, did it stink)! My big 'sis became an Avon lady, it was a second income to suppliment her day job. And my big bruv' taught me fractions by cutting up worms on our doorstep (shudder).. happy days!Shrinkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18401403773851253351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-70146675649080806762011-08-10T09:00:55.206-04:002011-08-10T09:00:55.206-04:00I guess we live near enough to each other and are ...I guess we live near enough to each other and are about the same age, because this post could have been written by me. Great memories!<br /><br />We lived in the Italian Section of Providence, so we had a "Fish Man", too. You could hear him from blocks away, yelling "Feesh-a, Baccala, Feesh! My brother can't walk by the seafood section of the market without yelling "Bac-Ca-La!"<br /><br />Thanks for the trip down memory lane!Clare Dunnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11422392312516321935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-13203143514746052542011-08-09T14:48:19.073-04:002011-08-09T14:48:19.073-04:00LOL I always called them pincher bugs too. We hav...LOL I always called them pincher bugs too. We have alot of them here!<br />Never had a bakery delivery. Wouldn't that be nice now!<br />There is milk delivery still around here. <br />Loved freeze tag and kick the can.<br />Awwww yes, great memories. :)Joanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08201191435400464439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-49638789719411323572011-08-09T12:58:06.240-04:002011-08-09T12:58:06.240-04:00I remember watching, as a little kid (I wasn't...I remember watching, as a little kid (I wasn't yet five years old), the garbage truck make it's way down the street. It was like an oversize dump truck with an open cab with a bunch of steps on the side for the crew... there were probably four men besides the driver... to climb so they could empty their bins into the back. The truck never stopped moving unless the driver got off, too, and those crew just kept running and dumping. <br />The rag man's horse was cool, so was the milkman's.IT (aka Ivan Toblog)https://www.blogger.com/profile/07484236901066944983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-76972288356724060342011-08-09T12:05:06.899-04:002011-08-09T12:05:06.899-04:00Lime - Yes, you made me smile. And thank you!
Knu...Lime - Yes, you made me smile. And thank you!<br /><br />Knucklehead - Well, I didn't want to go all scatological, but yeah...<br /><br />(Not) God - Have you ever heard the Ramones song "Teenage Lobotomy"? There's a line in there that goes "Slugs and snails are after me, I'm a teenage lobotomy!" I always thought it was a funny line, but I truly found out the meaning of it one day when, following a rainstorm, I was out in my yard and I happened to glance up and I saw that six or seven slugs were making their way UP the side of my aluminum siding towards my bedroom window. True story, and one of the damnedest things I ever saw.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-73824217882331654322011-08-09T11:37:49.074-04:002011-08-09T11:37:49.074-04:00We're a generation apart, but some things are ...We're a generation apart, but some things are common to kids across time. The milkman was just about extinct when I was coming up.<br /><br />I remember the bug thing. I was big on snails too. Took a few in the house and one laid eggs. They hatched and the tiny ones left tiny shiny trails behind them on their slow motion break for the window.<br /><br />And you're right about ladybugs. It was open season on everything else, but a sin to kill those.<br /><br />Thanks for this post, it was the most enjoyable read I've had here.notactuallygodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08012309932420090710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-42327544596808813682011-08-09T10:48:22.659-04:002011-08-09T10:48:22.659-04:00Great walk through childhood, Jim. And hilariousl...Great walk through childhood, Jim. And hilariously, I first read the "peering down the sewer" sentence as "PEEING down the sewer." Which I'm sure has also been done on occasion.Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794712479594188124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-8570022305207430202011-08-09T10:37:16.262-04:002011-08-09T10:37:16.262-04:00i grew up with the ice creamman. we didn't ha...i grew up with the ice creamman. we didn't have milkmen but i remember the box on the step of my grandparents' house left from the days of such. in trinidad we had the baker's truck come around and that was a wonderful thing.<br /><br />since i was a girl, rock peering wasn't one of the activities of my childhood but when i had a son i discovered the joy in it. that boy has been a bug catcher since he was two and i'd watch him catch crickets with just two fingers. always amazed me such a young kid could sneak up on a cricket and grab it. anyway, he soon discovered rock peering and all the ickiness that lives under rocks. he'd always show me the wonderful discoveries and since i wanted to be a supportive mother i learned to ooh and ahh over the critters he found. when he got older we'd go to the local nature center and he'd tell them about his discoveries and actually impressed the professionals there with some of his finds. anyway, he'd find, show me, i;d grab the camera, we'd take a picture and look up the species, admire it a bit and release it. that fingertip sized frog i posted a picture of last week was his latest find. when i ran for the camera he protested he was no longer 6 but i told him i needed to use my toy anyway.<br /><br />ok, so m comment rambled like you post but your post made me smile and i hope my comment makes you smile too.limehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259558876349307173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-68184690295390899602011-08-09T09:58:00.303-04:002011-08-09T09:58:00.303-04:00I've never understood the thing about earwigs....I've never understood the thing about earwigs. Especially as I get older, I've got more of my own ear-hair than I'd prefer; why on earth I'd want a wig for that is beyond me. . .<br /><br />;)Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12044041773404411751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-27763110576639631652011-08-09T08:28:47.144-04:002011-08-09T08:28:47.144-04:00Carol - Thank you! I'm glad it made you smile....Carol - Thank you! I'm glad it made you smile. I've gotten more than enough smiles in payback via all of the excellent comments made on this piece.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-58150760570819760572011-08-09T08:27:41.610-04:002011-08-09T08:27:41.610-04:00MessyMimi - We built a clubhouse in my backyard, a...MessyMimi - We built a clubhouse in my backyard, also. We called it "The Fort", and it was a truly well built piece of construction for teenagers working with scrap wood and such. I'll tell tales of that place some day after everyone connected with those tales is dead and I won't incriminate them :-) !Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-52498324034711418022011-08-09T08:24:35.103-04:002011-08-09T08:24:35.103-04:00Barbara - I forgot all about the trucks that came ...Barbara - I forgot all about the trucks that came through every so often to spray death to mosquitoes! I'm thinking that riding along in the fog probably wasn't the healthiest thing to do (but maybe it was extremely healthy and you built up all sorts of immunities, just like we kids who occasionally ate dirt were more healthy than the kids who are protected from every bit of germs today.)<br /><br />We couldn't fit in our sewers openings, otherwise we might have tried to traverse them, too. Later on in life, we went exploring a sewer pipe that emptied into the Neponset River, and... No, that's a tale for when I talk about my slightly older pre-pubescent years!Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-80843223149315781452011-08-09T08:20:27.311-04:002011-08-09T08:20:27.311-04:00Jillsy - Oh, my. I didn't want to get into the...Jillsy - Oh, my. I didn't want to get into the really cruel things that some kids did (although feeding the earwig to a spider wasn't exactly a nice humanitarian act on our part.) I always tried to steer clear of any kids who pulled legs off of things. I figured if they did that sort of stuff, they didn't give a shit what pain they caused anyone and that might have included me!<br /><br />(I assume your brother doesn't STILL pull the legs off of things. If he does, well, I wouldn't get too close to him, even if he is your brother!)Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-19020323913707526142011-08-09T08:16:54.644-04:002011-08-09T08:16:54.644-04:00Hamster - Yeah, I thought a bit about running that...Hamster - Yeah, I thought a bit about running that earwig photo. They ARE nasty things. But, in the end, I felt the illustration was important for folks who didn't know what it was and what it looked like.<br /><br />Pam - Well, you had a big advantage by living on a farm insofar as seeing interesting things! Like I said, one of our big thrills was getting to pat the ragman's horse!Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-16842916260189670622011-08-09T07:49:12.623-04:002011-08-09T07:49:12.623-04:00WOW! I smiled clear through your post, Jim!!! SO m...WOW! I smiled clear through your post, Jim!!! SO many memories. Life was so simple back then. My mom was always standing in the kitchen donning her apron. sigh. I don't even own one!rosecreekcottage-carol.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764384473339337575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-6287780020608328072011-08-08T21:52:13.043-04:002011-08-08T21:52:13.043-04:00What memories!
The milkman. Always i would hope ...What memories!<br /><br />The milkman. Always i would hope my mother would take enough cream for more than just the coffee, but she seldom did. It was fun to sneak a spoonful anyway.<br /><br />We also had, not a bakery delivery, but the Charles Chips man. He brought those tins of chips, pretzels, and other goodies. Haven't thought of them in years.<br /><br />The ice cream man. We still have those, but at an average of $3 per treat, it just isn't worth it any more. For what one treat per child costs i can get enough at the store to last a month.<br /><br />Games, all summer. Tag and kick the can and, as it would get dark, ghost in the graveyard (a nighttime hide and seek with flashlights. Swimming, sometimes all day. Also, we built clubhouses.<br /><br />Bugs -- my favorites were the roly-polys.<br /><br />Ah, i'm going to have to go into more detail about the big clubhouse on my blog. Too much memory, not enough space here.messymimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10649529601786689712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-39586231483980933112011-08-08T21:52:11.419-04:002011-08-08T21:52:11.419-04:00What memories!
The milkman. Always i would hope ...What memories!<br /><br />The milkman. Always i would hope my mother would take enough cream for more than just the coffee, but she seldom did. It was fun to sneak a spoonful anyway.<br /><br />We also had, not a bakery delivery, but the Charles Chips man. He brought those tins of chips, pretzels, and other goodies. Haven't thought of them in years.<br /><br />The ice cream man. We still have those, but at an average of $3 per treat, it just isn't worth it any more. For what one treat per child costs i can get enough at the store to last a month.<br /><br />Games, all summer. Tag and kick the can and, as it would get dark, ghost in the graveyard (a nighttime hide and seek with flashlights. Swimming, sometimes all day. Also, we built clubhouses.<br /><br />Bugs -- my favorites were the roly-polys.<br /><br />Ah, i'm going to have to go into more detail about the big clubhouse on my blog. Too much memory, not enough space here.messymimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10649529601786689712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-90142131128773158572011-08-08T20:05:12.325-04:002011-08-08T20:05:12.325-04:00I regret that we didn't have milkmen or bakers...I regret that we didn't have milkmen or bakers or ragmen, but we did have the ice cream man, the Fuller brush man, and the mosquito man (who was almost as popular as the ice cream man because we would ride our bikes behind him in the fog.) We loved to explore our sewers, too, dropping down one side of the road and squeezing out the other side. UGH! Not many rocks in our neighborhood, but I do remember turning over bricks or pavers or pieces of lumber to see what surprises hid there. And we played several varieties of tag, plus hide-n-seek - the best time was right at dusk. Ah, thanks for taking me back, Jim!Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11074104063769255190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-41074635654491684212011-08-08T19:38:32.139-04:002011-08-08T19:38:32.139-04:00BTW...thanks for stopping by my place and saying h...BTW...thanks for stopping by my place and saying hi!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-49963919029990535152011-08-08T19:37:59.084-04:002011-08-08T19:37:59.084-04:00You didn't mention one of my brothers little p...You didn't mention one of my brothers little past-times...pulling the legs off a daddy longlegs. Ugh. <br /><br />For girls...hop-scotch and jacks were two of my favorites!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-81299388271249810492011-08-08T18:05:15.416-04:002011-08-08T18:05:15.416-04:00Great post! I was a country girl in Ohio on our 2...Great post! I was a country girl in Ohio on our 200 acre farm and it was a big deal when the Omar man drove his truck up filled with goodies. No milkman needed and never saw Avon till many years later in Louisville. Loved reading about the games, etc. we all played outside. Kids today don't have a clue how to play today. Our street in the Chicago burbs is quiet and I not only recognize the sound of our cars but some of the neighbors also. Our cats definitely know ours! That bug is a disgusting earwig. I never saw them until we moved here in Illinois. They love it when it rains and I get near hysterical if I should see one in the house. I've heard horror stories about people trying to remove them from their houses. Can't say I played with rocks, etc. but I should did watch the all the farm animals and like hay baling time, etc. There was never a lack of things to investigate on a farm! Thanks for the memories!Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02158336083462589188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-90022087134530498222011-08-08T17:40:45.683-04:002011-08-08T17:40:45.683-04:00Oh the good-old-days when 2 cents would actually b...Oh the good-old-days when 2 cents would actually buy a piece or two of candy. Thanks for the memories -- except for the earwig picture -- I hate those nasty looking things.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-1191964724271494492011-08-08T16:16:16.801-04:002011-08-08T16:16:16.801-04:00Linda - Wow. You reminded me of a lot of other goo...Linda - Wow. You reminded me of a lot of other good stuff. I'm going to have to write a lot more someday.<br /><br />I think your poem may be one that was said around here, also, but I remembered the one about her kids burning up. Maybe I'm just a sadist at heart :-)<br /><br />We played red light and may I, too. Forgot about those.<br /><br />And I used to love to take a trip to the dump with my grandparents. They lived in a slightly more rural section of Massachusetts.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.com