If I could wind the clock back 60 years.

dobielvr said:
60 years ago I was 8. I spent a lot of time at my grandmother's. My parents both worked and my siblings are older.
Grandma lived next door to the family (bread) bakery, so I would go over there and climb on the big sacks of flour, wheat and white. My cousin was there also at times w/me.

Grandma didn't speak English , but she loved watching Laurel and Hardy....and laughing. We played cards. We walked to Chittuni's market around the corner. Pomegranates were only 5c.

She passed in 1966. Her home is now gone...to make way for a parking lot for the expanding bakery.
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Beautiful photo!
 

Another memory of me and my son and this time my mother when we took a bus from Jersey to Disney World...yes a bus! It was sponsored by our church. We made few stops along the way to stay in hotels overnight. I remember the hotel in Georgia was so humid that even the carpeting smelled musky. Besides the fact that my son almost drowned the first night we had a good time. One of my good friends who worked where I did also went with her son. Her's and mine were the same age. When we got to the hotel, the children wanted to go in the pool. I said no...it's late and there's no lifeguard. She said..oh let them go. So we went to the pool. There was a mini mart right next to the pool. The boys were in the pool and I told my son who thought he could swim well enough, not to go into the deep end. I wanted to go into the mart and get us something to drink. My friend said she would watch them, so I went into the mini mart with a cousin and a couple of others. It seems I was only gone for 5 minutes. When I returned she was all wet too. My son had gone in the deep end, appeared to be in trouble and she jumped in to save him.

We wound up really enjoying the park. The boys wanted to go on Space Mountain. We took the boat ride through It's a Small World, went in the Haunted Castle and of course, enjoyed other rides and attractions. Epcot wasn't built yet and I always wanted to go back to see that, even as an adult. I have pictures here somewhere that I'll post when I find them.
 
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50 years ago I was 13. Would not want to go back to that age as this was not a time where anything I could have done would have made things better. I think I would like to go back to age 33 though - good years but they could have been better yet.
 
Right now 60 years ago I was nervous. Only 7 days until we were married. Had a ton of support from brown baggers<----- Navy slang for married. They could buy the booze super cheap we needed for the reception. The small town my wife lived in everyone was invited & off & on about 1000 showed up. My wife's family supplied the food. All in all as receptions go it was a huge success. We didn't get away for our honeymoon until after midnight :( I was ready to go at 9 p/m.:devilish:
 
60 years ago, I was a Sophomore in school. It was 1962, and JFK was president. It was a time of great promise. Gone was Ike, who was always having a heart attack, and grandma Mame. It was Jack & Jackie. Of course, that is what I remember. You forget the race riots, atomic bombs, and the reality of messy human affairs.
 
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