Cruising the gut

My sister and I had so much fun cruising the gut, as it were, when we were in high school. We would go south on Winter Street in Salem then turn and go North on Capital Street and turn in at Bob's 19 cent hamburger's. It was the greatest. Course there was the time that we went to town to spend our berry money. We stopped at the original GI Joe's to get tennis shoes. They had them in a bag no less. When I got home I had one size 7 and one size 10. It was still a great day. As we were coming out of town, my sister was driving our brother's 51 chevy two door hard top. She ran a red light and some one on the side street yelled where did you get your driver's license in a cracker jack box. We laughed and laughed. When my kids were first driving age the police pretty much had put stop to cruising. If you pass by more than twice in a certain area of Salem on Friday or Saturday night they would ticket you. What a drag. I think that my kids may have developmentally challenged in some way because they were not able to complete that growing up experience.

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A comment my sister made about pleasant memories reminded me of when we were young we would ride our horses down by the river and then let them eat grass while we swam. We just assumed that they would stay there and eat, but of course they did. We picked berries for all the neighbors when our berries were in between pickings. One neighbor's brother worked for the OSU agriculture department. He developed new varieties of berries and our neighbor would raise and test them. While they were being tested, they would be assigned a number. One of our favorite berries were the 966's, now known as marions. Remember the old ford truck. In it's former life it was a beer van. My dad converted into a flat bed truck to use on the farm. One day my mom and dad went visiting. My sister and I stayed home with our brother. We weren't supposed to go anywhere while our parents were gone, but we were hungry for bananas. I think in those days they were 10 pounds for a dollar, but that dollar was hard to come by. Our brother drove us to town to the local fruit stand. When we got back, in an attempt to remove all traces of us leaving home we decided the best thing to do was to wash down the drive way so our parents wouldn't see the truck tire tracks. I wonder if they ever knew what we did. We were so bad. I'm sure the degree of naughtiness pales in comparison to some of the things my kids have done that I will never know about.

What a great day!

Usually I like to sleep in a little on Saturday mornings, but today I had to get up early to take my husband to the airport. He went to visit his family in Idaho. He hasn't flown much by himself so he is pretty insecure. As we approached the terminal I asked him if he wanted me to park and go in with him or just dump him out at departing flight area. I had to go in. That was OK. After that I spent most if the day watering and fertilizing flowers. Most of my customers just wanted to look, many said, oh there is just too much to choose from. Several really nice people came today and they just wanted to visit. So as we talked we walked out to one of my cherry trees and ate Cherry's and visited, it was really quite nice. Then as the day ended I made a quick trip to margaretaville and shared some more great conversation with my best friend. What a great day!

Scents from the past

Today while at work I went in to the bathroom and noticed that someone left some Vaseline hand lotion for everyone's use. After I washed my hands I put on some lotion. The scent immediately took me back almost 10 years to when I was working at the hospital. Oh what an unpleasant experience. For three years while I was at nurses training, my roommate used white rain hair spray and breck shampoo, to this day nearly 39 years later, that scent takes me back to those days. When I was a freshman, my room was across the street from the back of the hospital. Every day I would see the pathologist(the person that performed autopsies) going to and from the hospital carrying his lunch pail. As a student nurse I wondered how he was able to eat lunch considering what his job was. Come to think about it, I wonder how I was able to eat after some of the things I had to do as a student nurse and as a registered nurse. Only trouble was it affected me just the opposite, I couldn't stop eating and gained a lot of weight. Only to be made worse by the fact that as student nurses we had a mandatory weigh in by the fifth of each month. If we didn't we would lose our weekend passes. That was one of the most traumatic experiences I have ever had. Believe me that is only the tip of the ice berg.