Verisure
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Could be.errm...I think they kept people's heads warm...
Could be.errm...I think they kept people's heads warm...
Being a country i went out an 'danced' in the rain. Or sat on our dock (we lived on a River Bank) and watched the rain move down the River towards us, the drops hitting the river made it even more visible.
and protected bald spots from sunburn.errm...I think they kept people's heads warm...
I didn't know riverboats had 5 floors.and protected bald spots from sunburn.
My first husband would never wear one of any kind any season. Of course he didn't need to worry about scalp getting sunburned he had thick curly hair. In Winter, however since he would not so much as wear a hooded coat, he'd come in the apt sometimes with a thick layer of snow on top of his curls that started to melt as he walked up stairs to 5th floor.
??? No, but NYC apts houses do. This memory is some years AFTER my rural Florida childhood.I didn't know riverboats had 5 floors.![]()
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!....... This memory is some years AFTER my rural Florida childhood.
..My husband won't wear a hat at all, summer or winter,, he hates the feel of them on his head...and protected bald spots from sunburn.
My first husband would never wear one of any kind any season. Of course he didn't need to worry about scalp getting sunburned he had thick curly hair. In Winter, however since he would not so much as wear a hooded coat, he'd come in the apt sometimes with a thick layer of snow on top of his curls that started to melt as he walked up stairs to 5th floor.
Yessiree Bob! I used to do some that at my grandparents place on the lake. But mostly I was a-catchin' frogs and turtles.
known as simply a ' Flat Cap' here.. or in Scotland and Ireland among older men they're called a Bunnet
Thanks for the info.known as simply a ' Flat Cap' here.. or in Scotland and Ireland among older men they're called a Bunnet
They're very fashionable amongst the 20 and 30 somethings...
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How awful but I reckon your cousin doesn't remember the situation "back then" or he's trying to mend things that he was not responsible for creating in the first place. Is that possible?It's funny that I came upon this thread again today. I had just gotten done reading an email and one of my cousins put a few pictures in it from the past. The picture had my Dad's parents in it and his sisters and brother. The other picture was of my Grandmother giving all the grandchildren their Christmas gifts. Of course, because my grandmother hated us,me and my sister were just sitting on the floor with the other cousins but we never got a gift. I immediately got rid of the pictures. Why my cousin even sent them to me annoyed me and how he knew my email made me even more annoyed. He wasn't allowed to talk to me when we were growing up so why send me pictures,
How awful but I reckon your cousin doesn't remember the situation "back then" or he's trying to mend things that he was not responsible for creating in the first place. Is that possible?
Now that really "sucks" ... I'm thinking of another word but I want to keep it clean. The positive bit is that neither you nor your cousins created that feud. Maybe your cousin(s) want to be friends? I am guessing that both your and their parents have passed on? The barrier is gone. What do you think?I doubt he doesn't remember because he lived around the corner from us for years. he even dated a girl that lived on my street and I would see him and he never said hello. My father's family was strange and yet I admired my Mom for visiting them every week so my Dad would see his parents. We were never even allowed to go in the dining room when they would eat dinner. We had to sit in the living room. They say what goes around comes around All of my Cousins don't talk to one of their brothers or sisters. Strange family to say the least.
Back when men felt that family income and its well-being were his responsibility alone. "It's a man's world" they used to say. Of course, these days reading the newspaper is the best way to stay misinformed.My father lived in the suburbs of NYC, and rode a train to work in the city every day for decades. Men passed the time on the train by buying and reading daily newspapers, which my father brought home every day; they cost about 6 or 8 cents then. Commuting men like most men everywhere wore hats when they went out; you weren’t fully dressed without one! In the hottest summer heat in the days before air conditioning, my father still wore a jacket, tie, and hat to and from work; he just switched to a straw or lightweight hat. It was a classier age...
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Having once had a Camaro myself (and knowing the cramped quarters in the back seat of it) I have to ask if you were alone when virginity departed.My friends and I spent a lot of time down by the Hudson river when I was growing up.
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I had a VW camper bus that we'd load up with a keg of beer and my home stereo speakers, which we'd set on the roof, and have a party in a clearing on the other side of the tracks.
I lost my virginity down by the river in the back seat of my Camaro, which was not exactly the most comfortable environment for that kind of activity, or any activity for that matter. Not long after that, I got the VW bus — my love machine!I wound up living in that bus for about six months.
That Just about sums up my catholic school. Run by The Vincentian Fathers, so called because they were members of: "The Society of St. Vincent de Paul." Punishment came in the form of a hand hold lead strap, encased in thick leather, that hurt like hell.You don't want to know how heartless and brutal Mother Terese was but if you do want to know just look it up. I guess she thought that if your life was miserable it was your own fault and you should suffer to your last breath believing that suffering was the only way that God would forgive you for your sins.
I endured only 3 years of Catholic primary school. It was downright torturous at times. I don't know if, "Putting the fear of God into you" is a strictly Catholic expression but I think that it might be.That Just about sums up my catholic school. Run by The Vincentian Fathers, so called because they were members of: "The Society of St. Vincent de Paul." Punishment came in the form of a hand hold lead strap, encased in thick leather, that hurt like hell.
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happy memories of spending summer afternoons reading a book in the shade with the soft grass for a cushion
The obsession that all catholic teachers, priests, nuns and brothers had, was sex. It was described as: "Sins of the flesh," with a strong emphasis on the word flesh. You couldn't argue that priests, bishops, even popes all married in the first twelve hundred years of the faith.I endured only 3 years of Catholic primary school. It was downright torturous at times. I don't know if, "Putting the fear of God into you" is a strictly Catholic expression but I think that it might be.