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by Sherry Stocking Kline
April 1, 2011
Week #13 – Sweets Week 13: Sweets. What was your favorite childhood candy or dessert?
Have your tastes changed since then? What satisfies your sweet tooth today? This challenge runs from Saturday, March 26, 2011 through Friday, April 1, 2011
Deciding what my favorite Sweet Stuff was when I was growing up wasn’t easy! Several things vie for first, but the most special sweet that I enjoyed eating at Christmas when Mom made pounds and pounds of it,was divinity!
White, airy, sweet, melt-in-your-mouth divinity!
Mom knew just when to stop cooking the corn-syrup-rich mixture, when to pour it over the whipped egg whites, and just how long to beat it. Mess up, and it will become a sticky caramel-like substance that tastes good, but you need a spoon to eat it.
Get it right, and it’s the food of angels.
Mom usually got it right.
A favorite with many, it was a ‘best-seller’ at the Mayfield Federated Church Lord’s Acre sale, often bringing high dollar bids. It was also a huge favorite of my nephew’s as well. For many years while he served in the Navy, Mom sent him a large box of divinity at Christmas time. Once he confessed to opening the box, hiding it from everyone, and eating the entire three pound box all by himself!
Can’t blame him for that!
by Sherry Stocking Kline
I’m trying to blog along with the “52 Weeks of Personal History and Genealogy.” As you can see, I’m more than a little behind.
Week 12: Movies. Did (or do you still) see many movies? Describe your favorites. Where did you see these films? Is the theater still there, or is there something else in its place?
This challenge runs from Saturday, March 19, 2011 through Friday, March 25, 2011.
I grew up on a wheat and dairy farm, about 10 miles from the nearest theater, and my folks were not rich, so we didn’t attend movies a lot.
They used to show movies on the side of buildings…
I learned after I was grown that many of the small towns in our area used to show movies on the side of a building and folks came to town, sat around in cars and chairs, visited, snacked, and made a Saturday night get-together out of it.
In fact, that used to be one of the ways that the merchants ‘lured’ people to town to shop, and then they stayed open on Saturday nights.
My husband remembered doing that, and him just a year ahead of/older than me, but I sure don’t remember it at all. I wish I did. It sounds like a wonderful way for small towns to spend some Saturday night fun together.
I Remember When We Saw Old Yeller…
I was eight years old, which means my brother Gary would have been twenty when “Old Yeller” came to our local historic Regent Theater (now newly renovated re-opened)
My brother asked me if I’d like to go to a movie with him on Saturday night.
And I’m all like “Me and you?”
And he was like ‘Yes, me and you!”
I thought he was kidding, I mean he usually went out on a date or out with his friends.
So, he got all Saturday-night-dressed-up, and I did, too, and we met up with one of his friends who had also brought along his little sister.
They bought us popcorn and pop, and sat us two rows in front of them. (Close enough they could watch us along with the movie, but maybe not so close that everyone knew we together, you suppose?)
On the way into town, my brother warned me that the movie had a sad ending, and that “Old Yeller” was going to die at the end.
With all the superior wisdom of an eight-year-old that knew that Disney movies did NOT have sad endings, I told him he was wrong, that it wasn’t going to end that way.
And of course, he said “yes, it does.”
Life Doesn’t Always Have a Happy Ending…
Well, come to the end of the movie, and us little girls are sitting there sniffling about that little boy having to kill his dog, “Old Yeller” because he has rabies, and he’s all like “I tried to tell you”, and I’m sniffling and saying “they didn’t have to kill him….”
I think maybe that was my first introduction to the notion that movies, and life, doesn’t always have a happy ending, and that sometimes you simply have to do things you don’t want to do.
But when I look back on it, it was a good memory, and a really unselfish thing for a twenty-year-old big brother to do.
I wish he were still here so I could say “thank you….” one more time.
by Sherry Stocking Kline
March 19, 2011
At first no one knew what the little red, itchy, dots were. They thought it might be allergies and that being the case, my three nephews were exposed right after I came down with “it”, whatever “it” was.
And then they thought it might be measles.
But it was not measles.
It was Chicken Pox. By the time our parents figured out what I had, the boys, my nephews, 2 1/2, 4 1/2 years, and 6 1/2 years younger than I, were coming down with it, too.
So we were miserable together. We didn’t have air conditioning in our little farm home. It was summer in Kansas. It was Hot. How in the world did we ever live without air conditioning, anyhow?
We had what was referred to as a squirrel cage cooler that ran air over water from an outdoor hose. It just barely cooled the air down, and it moved it around fast enough to blow your hair, and you had to talk loud to be heard over it. It also added humidity to the air, so on hot, humid, muggy, days it was like trying to breath under water with that thing running.
No one wanted four miserable whiny kids in the house…
Anyhow, no one wanted four miserable itchy, whiny, hot kids in the house with them, so our parents set up old green Army cots under the shade tree by the water hydrant in the back yard, just a few feet from the back door in the shade and the south wind. They probably gave us some books and coloring books, and then they parked us outside in the breeze.
If we had a television then, and I can’t remember if we did or not, there were only three channels and few things that kids would be interested in watching. I don’t remember much more about that time, except that we were sick, itchy, and bored beyond distraction. We were close to a sand pile and a water source and we didn’t feel like playing, so we laid on the cots, scratched, and whined.
Fortunately for me, I got it first, so I got over it first, and so I was able to escape our exile sooner than my nephews could!