Bird
Rest in Peace
I know I've posted this before, but anyway . . . .
My Dad took a job with the Social Security Administration in Baltimore, MD, in 1941 or 42. I was born in 1940. So we lived in an apartment and I'll never forget my mother telling about when she mentioned to some neighbor ladies about giving me that fresh, warm milk when she milked our cow in Oklahoma. And one of those ladies said, "You mean you gave that baby milk before they added the cream to it?"
And in those days, a guy came around with a push cart selling vegetables, eggs, and such and Mother said it was customary for whoever saw him first to knock on neighbors' doors to tell them the cart was out there. Mother said one day, a neighbor told her, "He's got a good price on eggs today, but make him let you pick out your own because he's got some that are so old they've turned brown."
Aahhh, yes. City folks just don't know what they've missed.
My Dad took a job with the Social Security Administration in Baltimore, MD, in 1941 or 42. I was born in 1940. So we lived in an apartment and I'll never forget my mother telling about when she mentioned to some neighbor ladies about giving me that fresh, warm milk when she milked our cow in Oklahoma. And one of those ladies said, "You mean you gave that baby milk before they added the cream to it?"
And in those days, a guy came around with a push cart selling vegetables, eggs, and such and Mother said it was customary for whoever saw him first to knock on neighbors' doors to tell them the cart was out there. Mother said one day, a neighbor told her, "He's got a good price on eggs today, but make him let you pick out your own because he's got some that are so old they've turned brown."
Aahhh, yes. City folks just don't know what they've missed.