RadishRose
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I had this VW. The color was called Bahama Blue. I painted Mr. Peanut in the driver's door complete with top hat, cane and monocle.
Wish I could see a picture of it.I had this VW. The color was called Bahama Blue. I painted Mr. Peanut in the driver's door complete with top hat, cane and monocle.![]()
Oh yes, but we also had regular fish filets and fried onions, or potato pancakes with sour cream or a baked macaroni and cheese casserole. Veggies and salad. I did love fish sticks, tho'!I do remember eating fish sticks for dinner every Friday
you can still get those...
I was great at the Hula Hoop when I was a kid. I never had my own but I played with my friends'.. all the kids had one...That is amazing Holly! So, you are saying kids in London play games with marbles, learn to work yoyo's and play jacks? Hula hoops were a bit boring to me as a kid. But it is good to know they have made a comeback. But once you learned how to 'keep them going' you were expert. Marble games we played included betting some marbles you would lose if you did not win, made it more interesting. Yoyo's had a number of tricks you had to learn, like walking the dog, around the world, and rock the cradle...they were all games of skill...
Yes, I miss pen pals. How exciting when those airmail envelopes with foreign stamps on would show up!Oh no, you had to get me started...I miss Snail Mail and Pen Pals. I had 10-15 pen pals from all over the world in my teen years. Now nobody even sends letters anymore. Some of the kids today don't even know how to write in cursive!
I really miss a time when stores valued and rewarded their loyal customers. We got towels in our laundry detergent, Blue Chip or Green Stamps every time we went grocery shopping. There were prizes in the cereal boxes, and good prizes in the Cracker Jacks.
Now unfortunately, there are too many people and they don't try to win your business because if you don't buy their products, there are hundreds of people who still will.
Thanks for letting me vent!
After my parents separated, when I was twelve years old, my father sent me a birthday card with money in it. My mother took it from me. This was her norm.I remember those well..I had to hand mine over to my father unopened. He only gave me back my fare for the week to get to work, nothing more...
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Not sure. don 't really remember how I knew that.(Would the manufacturer have termed that "Bahama blue" for the North American market?)