November 24, 2014

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun – Remember When?

1) Remember when you were 12 years old? On a summer day out of school? What memory do you have of fun activities?

2) Tell us about that memory (just one – you can do more later if you want to) in a blog post, in a comment to this post, or in a comment on Facebook.

Here’s my memory:

We lived out in the country, so when I would wake up on a summer morning the sunlight would be streaming in my window.  I could hear the sounds outside of birds like robins, crows and sometimes even a pheasant. If I heard a whistle blow in the distance, I’d know it was 8 AM because that was the starting time at the Olympia Brewery up on Capitol Boulevard some three or four miles away.

As I lay there I could hear my mom in the kitchen and I would visualize what she was doing just by listening: making coffee, turning on the radio,  running water in the sink, and then she’d sit down to have a cigarette and read the paper. Mom always liked to lay the paper out on the table. 

In the “good old days” I was always ready to get out of bed, set and ready for the day’s adventure, whatever it might be.  Some days in summer we would ride our bikes down to Palermo Valley to pick strawberries; other days we’d hang around the house and complain about how hot it was.  I think I probably ate more strawberries than I picked.  A big “no-no” if you got caught by the row boss!  No straddling the rows either. You might stomp on a good pickin’ berry.

My friend Mary and I might have the day planned to ride down to Falls Park by the old Olympia Brewery. We’d walk the whole trail, and I remember one time we got all daring and actually went out on the huge flat rocks in the middle of the Deshutes River.  It was like a whole other world sitting on the sun-warmed rock listening to the river roaring by and craning our necks to see if we could see any fish.

On our way home, if we had any money with us, we’d stop at Ted’s Grocery in Tumwater to get a Pepsi or some ice cream.  Our time was set by the brewery whistle:  the morning whistle I mentioned; the noon whistle so we knew to get our behinds home for lunch if we wanted any; and the 5 o’clock whistle that told us to get on our bikes and get home because Dad got off work at five and we needed to get home and cleaned up for dinner.

Thanks to Randy Seaver at Genea-Musings for this fun Saturday night post idea.  Why not click on the link and go see what he wrote about?

Saturday Night Genealogy Fun – Tricks and Treats

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Road Kill

The trick or treaters have come and gone now, but Randy, at Genea-Musings - Saturday Night Genealogy Fun wants us to relate a story of our most memorable Halloween.

My story goes back about 23 years but takes place here in Port Orchard, WA. Our son was off to a Halloween function and we were going to pick him up. Our route took us through some housing development areas, but they weren’t all well lighted with street lights.

As we rounded a curve on one dimly lit street we were especially looking out for kids darting across the road. I wasn’t anticipating anyone laying in the middle of the road though! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Here was this lifeless form in the road though.

My husband quickly pulled over to the side and I think I leaped out before the car was even stopped. So many things go through your mind when you see something like that: Did some kid hit another and just leave him or her and take off? Or was a it a case of hit and run? Maybe a deadly case of peanut allergy poisoning. All I knew was that I had to get to that kid before a car came from the other direction and run over him.

As it turned out, a car did come along  just as I got to the lifeless body. I was trying to determine who was laying there and hoping not to get hit myself. As I bent over the ‘child’ it was readily apparent that it was a dummy and someone had probably just tossed it in the road to be ‘funny’. Not much of a joke, and I was furious that I had a hard time getting that first car to stop!  It turned out to be a non-event, thank goodness.

It told me a lot about myself that night though. Even at my own peril, I would risk my life to save someone if I could.

Happy Halloween Everyone!

If you’d like to participate in this fun, here’s what you can do…

1) Think about your most memorable Hallowe’en – was it when you were a child (candy, games, carnivals), a teenager (tricks and treats), or an adult (perhaps a party)?

2) Tell us about it in your own blog post, in a comment to this blog post of mine, or in a comment on Twitter or Facebook in response to this post.

3) Have fun!

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