Saturday, August 20, 2011


OK...I started out trying to find something today. That lead me to opening box after box, looking inside every room, every closet, even the garage. I was able to find a few things that I wasn't looking for however.

I found Halloween decorations in the garage and labeled them so that when October rolls around I will be able to just head to the garage and look for the box clearly marked "Halloween". There! That was easy. It only took me hours and hours. And what was I searching for in the first place? Oh yeah...a couple of rocks. Special rocks however. Some crystals, both quartz and amethyst. A malachite too. But, after all the looking I still have not put my fingers on them. They are being really elusive. For some reason, I am not meant to find them right now. They will appear when the time is right though. I know this to be true of other things that "go missing".

But, the search did uncover this photo. That is my sister on the left, me on the right, and we're sandwiching my two boy cousins in the middle. I still remember when that was taken. We were sitting in my Aunt's living room. We were there for a visit. The date was March 20, 1958. I was 8 years old. (Well, not exactly...I would turn 8 in April).

Check out those hair-dos! Do you think our bangs could have been any shorter? And my cousin's hair: flat top! Remember flat tops? And Brylcreem to spike it up?

"Brylcreem..a little dab'll do ya. Brylcreem... you'll look so debonair. Brylcreem...the gals will all pursue ya...they'll love to get their fingers in your hair". about a flash-back. Am I the only one that remembers jingles from TV commercials? They were so catchy in the 50's. brings back memories that I have of my cousins. My father had just died a few months before this (the end of 1957). Kids are so resilient, aren't they! We look like we were fine. Were we? I'm not sure. Today, when I look back to that time, I think if it was to happen to a child in this day and age, the child would be seeing a therapist. Not so for us. We just put one foot in front of the other and acted like everything was the same. And in many ways, it still was.

We still had family to spend time with. We still had each other. And we had childhood. Thank god for childhood. Things happen so quickly, you barely have time to notice. You're at school. You're at home playing outside. You're thinking about boys (oh those childhood crushes...they were so real, weren't they!)

I sent a copy of this to my cousin tonight. He is 59 now. Has two boys of his own now. I think he is a long way away from becoming a grandfather. His father is no longer living either. But, fortunately for him, he had him most of his life. I didn't know at the time that I really missed my father. It was not until I became a mother that I realized how much a father really means to a child.

Thank god I had some cousins to share my childhood with. I learned to ride a "two-wheeler" at this cousin's house. I played up in the attic with the train set at this cousin's house. We had Thanksgiving dinner here, we played 33's on the record player, we made memories. Thank god I don't have those bangs though! Or those giant teeth!


  1. I know what you mean about elusive and lost things.... you find them when you really really need them... or when someone/something else decides that you do

    glad you found some good memories instead :)

  2. smiles. spent every sunday with my cousins when i was young...they were my best you stumbled upon those memories...and nice on labeling the box, that will help...smiles.

  3. I just love it when we are looking for one thing and another beautiful thing crosses our path! This picture is so great, all these smiles. I can just imagine that you would remember the details of that visit, it has that feel to it.

    And, yes, jingles! Why is it that I can't remember where I left my book, but can remember ad jingles form the 1960s!! The mind boggles!

  4. We lived just down the road from our cousins and we spent most of our childhood together. Many good memories. I was all bangs and teeth, too.

    Jingles will show up out of the blue. Still there, waiting for the right moment to remind us...

    I love my childhood memories. They help me understand better who I am today, and I'm not so very different I'm finding out.

    A very nice post. Thank you.

  5. I remember family get-togethers for a holiday and all the cousins would come. We would have so much fun.
    I love what you said about after your father died... how you just "put one foot in front of the other.." and you didn't have to go see a therapist.
    Your mom must have had a good family. You had a good support system and that makes a big difference. There is strength in family.
    The bangs, however, are a different story. I think I had some like that too. Scary...

  6. im sorry you lost your dad at such a young age. even in this era of E. Kubler Ross and Hospice groups (i am in a bereavement group myself right now for my mom, sister in law), it is not easy for people to look at and process death.

    maybe in searching for the rocks, this memory of your dad and his death and this photo from the time is really what you were searching for, not knowing it.

    yes, haircuts give a chortle. I too remember a number of commercial jingles. Remember Bosco? I had a cat named Chocolat once and used to sing the bosco song to her.

  7. Memories, you certainly brought some up for me with this photo-I remember those metal plates. My mom had a set in her living room, I never understood them, trying to figure out the picture inside of them was a mystery to me! By the way the lake is Virginia Lake Trail outside of Bridgeport on 395, absolutely gorgeous. Lorrie