Pappy
Living the Dream
I’ll admit....I am the boy when we lived in town on Gold St.
[FONT="][FONT="]The sun is starting to set on Gold St. back in the fifties. One more week until school starts and we have a lot of playing to do before it starts. It was a much easy going time as there was very few TV sets, video games, etc. We had to invent our own games and things to do.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]Anyway, I'm rushing through my supper as a fierce game of kick the can will soon be starting. Mom says, why are you eating so fast? I explain to her that Terry, Warren Teddy, Jimmy and a few more guys are meeting outside by the street light in a few minutes to start the games.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]Later, as everyone has had their fill off kick the can, we would sneak around in peoples back yards, between Gold and Rexford St, and "borrow" a few apples and then we might see how many fireflies each one of us could catch. Our faces dripping with sweat, we would sneak into into our clubhouse, which was a building attached to the back of my parents garage. The clubhouse was well stocked with "penny" candy and comic books. My mom wouldn't allow candles in the old clubhouse, so we had several Roy Rogers or Hopalong Cassidy flashlights hidden in secrect places to read by. Batteries didn't last very long back then, but we managed to finish up our reading.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]Then came the dreaded call. "Time to come in, it's time for bed." Time for a bath and off to dreamland. My dreams....what are we going to do tomorrow night?[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]The sun is starting to set on Gold St. back in the fifties. One more week until school starts and we have a lot of playing to do before it starts. It was a much easy going time as there was very few TV sets, video games, etc. We had to invent our own games and things to do.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]Anyway, I'm rushing through my supper as a fierce game of kick the can will soon be starting. Mom says, why are you eating so fast? I explain to her that Terry, Warren Teddy, Jimmy and a few more guys are meeting outside by the street light in a few minutes to start the games.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]Later, as everyone has had their fill off kick the can, we would sneak around in peoples back yards, between Gold and Rexford St, and "borrow" a few apples and then we might see how many fireflies each one of us could catch. Our faces dripping with sweat, we would sneak into into our clubhouse, which was a building attached to the back of my parents garage. The clubhouse was well stocked with "penny" candy and comic books. My mom wouldn't allow candles in the old clubhouse, so we had several Roy Rogers or Hopalong Cassidy flashlights hidden in secrect places to read by. Batteries didn't last very long back then, but we managed to finish up our reading.[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="][FONT="]Then came the dreaded call. "Time to come in, it's time for bed." Time for a bath and off to dreamland. My dreams....what are we going to do tomorrow night?[/FONT][/FONT]
