I think I just  made another one of my stupid blunders.  I'm becomming known for them lately.   At least they give everyone a good laugh, even I have to laugh through my embarrasament..  I just noticed the red flags on  the report abuse on my reply's and thought that someone had reported me as an abuser so I had to open my mouth and spout off.  Those of you who caught on must have had a good laugh at that.   You're welcome.  I just can't believe that I did it .   LOL     :  )           I mostly get in trouble when I assume and don't check first.  My son tells me, you know what assume does, dont you  Mom ?  It makes an ass out of you and me.  Guess I can't get that into my head.  : )

While I'm at it I might as well tell you what I did the other morning while getting ready to go for eye surgery.  I'm still shaking my head about that one.  I think you all know I use 02 all the time.  I have an 02 concentrater at the house,  when I go out I carry a portable 02 tank over my shoulder.  I had the tank turned on and over my shoulder ready to go but something seemed wrong.  I told my daughter that it wasn't working, taking a couple of deep breaths and listening for the sound it always makes, no sound.  My daughter looked at me with a puzzled look on her face and finally said, Mom, you have the concentrater cannula on, not the one for the tank.  I nearly fell over laughing.  For those who don't know, a cannula is the tubing that goes into the nostrils.

I remember as a child visiting my grandparents and aunt , who is one year younge than myself and laughing so hard at things my grandma would say.  I think I have turned into my grandma and that's OK with me. 

• I was wanting to put this in "Remember The Good Times". but missed it I guess.  I am just learning my way around here and not sure what to call anything but glad I found this site.  I enjoyed reading all the things on "Remember" and thought of more, ofcourse.
• Here are a few.  Making snowmen, igloos and forts in Michigan winters, then having snowball fights and playing tag in the snow.  All  neighborhood kids walking miles to school together.
• Jump rope, hopscotch, jacks and more on the sidewalks of Chicago.
• Holloway suckers that lasted all day.
• Nickelodeons before free standing jukeboxes, 78 rpm records, breakable.Gas fifteen cents a gallon.           Gas wars, some good buys then. : )  Three cent stamps.
• Radio:  Ted Macks, I think, Amateur Hour.  It was an amateur talent show anyway and the night my sister was born.  My two brothers and I were allowed to listen to the radio in a bedroom while Mom gave birth in another.  A southern girl by the name of Memory sang and she, as well as her name made an inpression on us or me, I was eight at the time.  My brothers about four and six.  We heard her first cry.  My parents had names picked out but us kids called her Memory as soon as we knew it was a girl.   My parents had Elain picked out but didn’t  even use it for her middle name.     She was named Memory June.
• More Radio:  The Shadow Knows, Inner Sanctum, WLS Barn Dance out of Chicago on Sat. nights. 
• Also soap operas. Just Plain Bill, Stella Dallas, Ma Perkins and Portia faces life.  I didn’t  like them when I was a child and I still don’t.
• TV :   A beautiful cabinet with two doors that opened onto a television and a record player.  I was fourteen when my Dad brought it home.  My brothers liked the old westerns and I liked the Ludky Strike Hit Parade, saturday night.                                                                                                         Glennejean

My earliest memory is of a Christmas in Grand Rapids, Mich.  My Dad had moved my Mom, myself  and my baby brother  from our hometown of Cadillac, Mich. about 100 miles north.  We lived on the second floor in a small apartment in a long frame building which had all store fronts.  A long porch ran the length of the building in the back.  I was two and a half and my baby brother was one.  It was Christmas day and I could smell good things to eat and felt very happy.  

Someone came to the door and said something to my Dad, left,  then he and Mom began to hurry around changing things.  Then another knock at the door and in came a some people all carrying things, food, candy, toys. etc.  I don’t remember what all they brought but I, at two and a half was amazed and never did forget it.

When I was older I learned that a man came into the restaurant downstairs for dinner that day and said he had to be away from home this Christma and would realy like to help out  a family. Asked if he knew anyone. The restaurant owner, a friend of my Dad’s could think of no one, but he thought of my Dad and knew we had Christmas but it would make the man feel good.  So that is how  I got a very special Christmas memory.      Glennajean