re: Wholesome Memories from Childhood

Going to the mall with mom and hiding in the circular clothes rack and scaring people.

The mean old lady at the Broadmoor Dollar Theatre then Frostop root beer float afterwards.

Cruising on the highway with dad, windows down, sipping on an IBC Root Beer and acting like I was smoking a candy cigarette (all while he sipped on a tall boy and smoked a real cig).

Everytime I see bamboo in the woods it takes me back to building forts.

Everytime I see a plastic swimming pool, it takes me back to sliding down hills and ‘cliffs’ in the woods.

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me
I sit and watch
As tears go by

My riches can't buy everything
I want to hear the children sing
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground
I sit and watch
As tears go by

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Doin' things I used to do
They think are new
I sit and watch
As tears go by

Playing under raised houses as a kid to get some relief from the heat in the summer months.

Fishing on the Mississippi River under the part of the Sugar Refinery that is built over the water with the huge discharge pipe from the mill dumping a continuous stream of sweet smelling water into the river.

Camping in the river batture on weekends and in the summer months and building bonfires with the driftwood to cook our hot dogs and other food we brought with us.

Going to my grandma's house on Sunday's for the family meal and all that great food she cooked.

Heading to the old Arabi Show on Friday nights as a kid, getting in for $.50 and using the other half dollar to buy a soda, popcorn and a bar of candy. Then after the show let out, walking down Mehle Ave. to the river to go to the bar where one of my aunts worked to be picked up to head home.

That bar is still there and operating.

Yeah, I'm that old......

Playing a 33 on 78 so it sounded like Alvin and the Chipmunks.

I vaguely remember there being little spherical stuffed animals with googly eyes. Some people stored them in empty egg cartons. They were about 1.5".

Raisin biscuit cookies.

Waking up on like a Wednesday morning in the summer, watching SportsCenter, and then its rerun for two hours, until the price is right starts. Then I watch the Baton Rouge feed of the price is right which was always a day behind ours. Then the rare but much loved noon Braves baseball game on TBS.

This song brings back vivid memories of how I spent Sundays during my 70s childhood.

Love the sound of an ice cream maker going on a hot summer night.

One of my mom's uncles drove a milk route for Borden's, back when milk was still delivered to people's homes. After he finished his route each day, he would drive his milk truck home. At 1-2 years old, I thought he had the absolute coolest job in the world.