"When I Was A Little Boy..."

... and the Devil would 

call my name....

It always amazes me... that when I get an idea 

for a post... a tag line seems to come to me...

and many times, it's a song.

Having said that...

This post is about 

'when I was a little boy...'

And, the Devil has nothing to do with this post...

In the process of selecting photos for other postings or hijinks,

I have found images that I decided to save because 

I just thought they would come in handy.

Most, it seems, reminded me of my childhood.

A scary time...

(not really...)

I'd say 'Now who do... who do 

you think you're fooling...?'

When I was a little boy...

Dad would take us for a ride in the car sometimes.

I guess Mom needed a break from us.

Some of the drives would take us out into the country... 

and we would pass old country stores.

Dad would stop... take us in... and buy us each a 'belly washer'...

They would be in ice boxes like the one above.

At opening time, I guess the proprietor would stock

the drink box with the day's inventory...

and dump ice over them.

Over the course of the day, the ice would melt,

but the water would be SO cold...

When you would run your arm down into the box, 

you would just shudder, the water was so cold...

This is one of my favorite memories of my Dad.

My Momma loves me... 

she loves me...

She gets down on her 

knees and hugs me...

Another favorite time would be when it 

was time to buy school supplies...

We would always get a new box of crayons...

They never looked any prettier... 

any neater...

than the first day.

I would open up the box and just stare at them...

and smell them.

They always smelled SO good.

I had sinus surgery some years ago...

I hate sinus surgery... there is nothing worse

that I have yet experienced.

Anyway, it dawned on me one day that I had

lost my sense of smell...

Talk about a bummer.

There is even a name for this condition...

it's called 'anosmia...'

There is a recommended treatment for it...

Sinus surgery...

I think I will pass.

She Loves Me Like A Rock...

Dad would take me with him when he would go grocery shopping...

I loved it when he would buy the little boxes of animal crackers...

but my favorite treat?

I was addicted to ripe olives...

pitted ripe olives... 

I could eat a can at a time.

...I would stick them on my finger tips

just like the little girl in the image above.

When selecting an image for this story, I opted 

to go with the little girl... and it's because

of something my Dad would tell me.

When he would tell a story from his youth, 

he would start off with...

"When I was a little girl..."

That would freak me out...

I was thinking that, when I grew up,

I would be a girl.

(not that there is anything wrong with that)

She loves me like the Rock of Ages...

My all-time favorite candy bar...

Dad introduced me to these.

I thought that they were no longer made until
I found a display a few years ago...

They are like a Butterfinger...

only better.

What is your favorite candy bar?

And why??

It's times like this... 

when I start to reminisce about 

Life from days gone by...

That I realize how so much 

I miss my Mom and Dad...

... and she loves me.

~Shoes~