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I have lived all my life in the same part of this great country—southern Indiana near the Ohio River. In this area, we have four distinct seasons each year. Autumn is my favorite for many reasons: the changing color of the leaves; the flip-flopping of the weather between cold, possibly snowy days and the warmer few days of Indian summer; the beginning of a new school year; and the fun of Halloween. In this issue we will visit all those aspects of autumn and more as we enjoy the memories our fellow readers have shared. Their stories tell of school days, Halloween moments, harvesttime and, oh, those interesting early jobs we had. I love this time of year and remember my best-ever Halloween haul. I was the youngest girl at…

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Postwar Memories Reading “Army Barracks,” the story by Steven M. Sybert in the November/December 2022 issue of Good Old Days, reminded me of riding in the car near Pismo Beach on U.S. 101 in California after World War II. I remember seeing the disintegrating netting along the high side of the road, where cannons had been camouflaged during the war in preparation for a possible Japanese attack. I was not yet 10 when the war was over, and I was fascinated by that netting and what it represented. JoAnn Schueller Cooke Prescott, Ariz. The Smell of Coffee I wanted to thank Tammy Holbrook Cupp for the story “Lost Art of Percolated Coffee” in the May/June issue of Good Old Days. Growing up in the beautiful mountains of West Virginia, the…

FROM the MAILBOX

When does a boy become a man? My earliest, most vivid memory of my stumbling steps toward becoming a man occurred when I was 9 years old. Every summer, my father put up the wild hay in what we called the meadow; the ground was much too wet and rough to be called a field. But we needed the hay, so the work had to be done. In dry years, putting up the meadow hay wasn’t too bad. The horses could pull the mower without much trouble. But in wet years, they could step into soft spots and break legs. If horses couldn’t cut the hay, then people had to do it. As a child, cutting the meadow was an exciting time because I could sit on the side and…

Kraut Maker Extraordinaire

Granny had a saying for most everything. Come late summer when the trees hinted of autumn, Granny’s overt message surfaced regarding the changing of the seasons: “If life gives you cabbage, make sauerkraut.” Big secrets were not a way of life for Granny. The acute observer knew by the boiled dishcloth on the clothesline that production of sauerkraut had begun. Granny was, indeed, a “Kraut Maker Extraordinaire.” I well recall how Granny followed her sauerkraut procedure. The wooden cabbage cutter with its well-worn patina came out of its resting place in the pantry. The 6-gallon Redwing crock found its way from the enclosed porch of the farmhouse to a commanding position in the kitchen. From the top shelf of the cupboard came the plate emblazoned with a calendar from 1912.…

Kraut Maker Extraordinaire

Pearl, Pearl, Pearl

I grew up in West Virginia. My father, Basil, began working in the coal mines at 14 years old. He and my mother, Rachel, and their seven children had to relocate many times to follow work in union mines Sometimes the workers went on strike for better benefits or working conditions. Then there would be many months of layoffs. In 1954, when I was almost 7, a layoff lasted for months. All the miners knew they had to do something to make it through that time. Many of the miners, including my father, gathered up all the camping supplies they would need to take to a construction site in Virginia, where they worked the entire summer and into the fall season. In the early 1960s, another lengthy strike hit the…

Pearl, Pearl, Pearl

Feeding the Family

When I was growing up with seven brothers and sisters in the 1940s and 1950s, Dad worked two jobs most of the time, but he still always had to find different ways to make ends meet. One way was planting a vegetable garden each April. The garden was about a football field away from the house, and he had to get special permission from the landowners to plant it. Once he did that, the sky was the limit. The land had to be tilled every year and then marked off. The plot was absolutely huge. We all helped with the planting, but he and he alone did the preparation. Then the following year he would start all over again. He would rotate the crops for a better yield. Once everything…

Feeding the Family

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Have you ever wondered who the writers and photographers in Good Old Days magazine are? They’re people just like you who enjoy reading and sharing sweet memories of the past. You can be part of this magazine too! Send us your heartfelt true stories along with photos that add colorful support to your tale from yesteryear. We enjoy reading all of them, even though we don’t have space to use them all. Your story has the best chance of publication if it fits the seasonal and editorial themes we need, is interesting and well written, and highlights a specific experience that will strike a chord with readers who were growing up between 1935 and 1970. Stories 500–1,000 words in length are preferred. We accept shorter stories for our Bits &…

When I was growing up in Iron River in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, in the 1940s and ’50s, I didn’t really understand what Labor Day was about. Still, it was something we kids looked forward to as the last summer celebration. That morning, my family would pack a picnic lunch and head for Sunset Lake, where a full day of events had been planned to celebrate Labor Day. In Iron County there were once more than 40 iron mines operating at the same time, so it was the main employer in the area. Every year the union workers from the mines organized a Labor Day celebration, but local business and service people also joined in the celebration. I was small for my age, but that didn’t stop me from competing. We…

FAMOUS QUOTE “Funny thing is that the poorer people are, the more generous they seem to be.” —Dolly Parton Do you remember … Which 1962 Halloween song “caught on in a flash”? Find the answer on the next page. Fifties Film Stars Quiz Can you match these stars to the 1950s films they starred in? 1. Ben-Hur 2. Rear Window 3. Giant 4. Old Yeller 5. The Caine Mutiny 6. The King and I 7. Some Like It Hot A. Marilyn Monroe B. Rock Hudson C. Dorothy McGuire D. Yul Brynner E. James Stewart F. Humphrey Bogart G. Charlton Heston Answers: 1-G; 2-E; 3-B; 4-C; 5-F; 6-D; 7-A Top Hits of 1951 Mockin’ Bird Hill Patti Page Cry Johnnie Ray & The Four Lads Too Young Nat King Cole Cold, Cold Heart Tony Bennett Come On-a My House Rosemary Clooney Because of You…

Learning Life Lessons on the Job

I relocated from Pittsburgh to Washington, D.C., at age 18 in 1962 to attend college. This decision required that I find employment to help defray my education expenses. One of my employment opportunities was serving as a summer intern ambulance driver for the now defunct D.C. General Hospital. I joined a group of mature, predominantly African-American gentlemen, ranging in age from around 30 to 60 years old. They nicknamed me Youngblood and were very impressed that I could successfully hold my own while lifting the heaviest of patients onto a stretcher (one patient weighed over 400 pounds). These workers had survived the school of hard knocks and restricted opportunities in order to earn an honest living and care for their families. The ambulance crew numbered around 20. Many of the…

Learning Life Lessons on the Job

The Crepe Paper Bridal Party

I don’t remember whose idea it was. At first, our Halloween plan was to dress as Southern belles, or “bellies,” as my friend Elsie pronounced it. The rest of us giggled and made fun of her for that. Then, to make up for hurting her feelings, someone had the idea of dressing up as a wedding party with Elsie as the bride. All of this was in preparation for the annual community parade, one of the year’s major highlights. It was a time of mystery, adventure and giddy fun. Every child in our little borough of Mount Ephraim, N.J., would gather at the local fire department to be organized into a small parade that wound through the nearby streets. It ended back at the fire hall with treats and refreshments…

The Crepe Paper Bridal Party

Science, Math and Flying Erasers

When I was growing up in the 1950s, radio shows about Buck Rogers flying between planets ignited my imagination and seeded an early interest in science. Science was in everything. It was the essence of being modern. We had machines that washed our clothes and dried them, that washed our dishes, and that vacuumed up cracker crumbs easier than the whisk of a broom. Machines of all sorts that made life easier were beginning to pop up everywhere. Soon we would have moving images of people transmitted right into our homes. These gifts of technology and engineering pointed toward a fantastic future, and they all required math skills to make them work. While I was busy climbing the educational ladder in elementary school, my dad staked out a future in…

Science, Math and Flying Erasers

Gramps' Mystery Machine

Back in the late 1950s and early ’60s, we usually spent Sunday afternoons at my grandparents’ house on the south side of Chicago. Every time we were there, I got to go with Gramps down into his basement workshop. I was intrigued by a mysterious contraption sitting among his layout of workbenches, hand tools and power equipment. I remember the feelings of wonder and curiosity every time I saw it. For all I knew, Gramps had one of those bizarre machines used for time travel or mind control like I’d seen in the science fiction movies of the era. Even as a youngster of 9 or 10, I sensed there was something different, something magical about this unknowable concoction of pipes and pulleys and springs and belts and shafts. I…

Gramps' Mystery Machine

The Sun and the Rain and the Apple Seed

Oh, the Lord is good to me, And so I thank the Lord For giving me the things I need— The sun and the rain and the apple seed. The Lord is good to me! Apples may be enjoyed year-round; however, since the most popular varieties ripen in the fall, we celebrate them most in September and October. Deliciously sweet and crunchy on their own, apples lend flavor, color and texture to all kinds of recipes, from appetizers to desserts. They also provide fiber, vitamins, minerals and antioxidants. Crab apples are the only apples indigenous to North America. The first apple trees as we know them were brought from the Old World. Today, apples grow in every state of the United States, with Washington state being the leader in commercial…

The Sun and the Rain and the Apple Seed

Courthouse Lawn Football

My husband, Ben, grew up in the small town of Holyoke, Colo. He was the youngest of three children. His brother, Roger, was 10 years older, and sister, Lorna, was nine years older than he was. In 1960, Ben was 8 years old. He wanted a football and a kid’s helmet. He knew if he begged his grandma enough, she would break down and buy them for him. He was right because that is exactly what she did. During the summer, Roger and his friends had plenty of free time on their hands. They wanted to play football on the huge courthouse lawn, but none of them had a ball. “Can we borrow your football?” Roger asked. “Only if you let me play with you!” Ben demanded. Roger reluctantly agreed.…

Courthouse Lawn Football

Professions of Popular TV Characters

1. Ginger Grant on Gilligan’s Island 2. Andy Taylor on The Andy Griffith Show 3. Steven Douglas on My Three Sons 4. Victoria Barkley on The Big Valley 5. Mr. Wilson on Dennis the Menace 6. Donna Stone on The Donna Reed Show 7. Ricky Ricardo on I Love Lucy 8. Mike Brady on The Brady Bunch A. Retired postal carrier B. Occasional nurse and stay-at-home mom C. Architect D. Hollywood movie star E. Sheriff F. Aeronautical engineer G. Rancher H. Bandleader Answers: 1-D; 2-E; 3-F; 4-G; 5-A; 6-B; 7-H; 8-C…

Ed Sullivan, the Beatles and Me

During the fall of 1964, while I was attending Pace College in New York City, I saw a job posting for CBS TV to work two days and evenings a week as a page for the presidential election coverage at CBS’s broadcast center. I went to the open interview with low expectations and, surprising myself, got the job. I happily discovered that I was assigned as a gofer. Yes, that was my job—go for coffee, water, snacks and cigarettes for the giants of broadcast journalism. These included Walter Cronkite, Robert Trout, Frank Shakespeare, Dan Rather and many others. I was thrilled just to be in their presence. Learning that many of the pages were students, I asked the corporate head of page staff for a permanent role, and he hired…

Ed Sullivan, the Beatles and Me

A Year With Granny: A Lifetime of Memories

In the winter of 1964, we packed up our belongings and moved from our home in Abilene, Texas, to Granny’s house in Gadsden, Ala. Melanie, the oldest, was 9; Jim, the baby, was 3; at 6, I had the “honor” of being the kid in the middle. Our lovely mother, Ruth, came with us, but not my dad. Dad, James Duke, was a captain in the U.S. Army and had been called up to serve in Korea. Carrie Lee Toney, aka “Granny,” welcomed us into her modest home on Concord Avenue with open arms. She and our grandfather had divorced long ago. She raised three children on her own during the Great Depression. Granny was a hard worker and very industrious. She earned money picking cotton, practicing as a midwife,…

A Year With Granny: A Lifetime of Memories

A Special Halloween

When I was growing up on a farm in northern Iowa, country kids didn’t go in for trick-or-treating; you just couldn’t hustle door-to-door when your nearest neighbors were 3 miles distant in any direction. The costume party was the main event, and it was held in the classroom during school hours. We all brought treats to share—taffy apples, popcorn balls, candy corn—and the teacher awarded a prize for best costume. prize for best costume. There wasn’t much of a selection in store-bought costumes back then. You might find a witch’s hat or a monster mask in the dime store, but that was about it. If your folks could afford it, you might send away for something exotic from the Sears catalog, but farm families didn’t have the ready cash for…

A Special Halloween

A Teacher's First Day of School

It was another first day of school in a life that had seen many. This one, though, seemed more important than the ones that had come before. The year was 1969, and I was 26 years old. Heavy book bag in hand, I walked across the golf course, ready to teach a class of third-graders at Komarek School in North Riverside, Ill. Although it was not my first teaching assignment, I had never wanted a job so badly. My husband, drafted after only six months of marriage, was finally out of the Army. I had been living with my parents in New Jersey, but he would be continuing his education in Illinois, so there we would live. I had only a few days to find a teaching position, and the…

A Teacher's First Day of School

Sunday Treat When I was a child we lived in Pax, W.Va., a small community with a lot of churches. I remember at least six different ones while I was growing up there in the 1950s. Since it was a very small community of just a few hundred people (less than that now, I’m sure), it was difficult to fill the pews every Sunday. The Church of God congregation bunched together in one building with two other congregations. I decided I would attend there, and so did many of my classmates. Every Sunday was about the same. The service began with the singing of hymns, and then the preacher talked a bit. We younger ones were herded downstairs for our Sunday school meeting. I think we all learned a lot…

Home on Halloween

It was Halloween, but our children had bad coughs. “We’ll miss all the treats!” our son, Steve, complained. I looked at his disappointed face as he sprawled on the couch in his skeleton costume, his mask cast aside. His sister, Cindy, was too young to understand what was happening. It was going to be Cindy’s first time out for trick-or-treating. Her grandma had sent her a princess outfit, but when I tried to put it on her, to my surprise, she screamed. Then I realized the costume was the same orange color as the hot packs they had applied to her legs when she was in the hospital. The treatment was to help prevent paralysis. It had been heartbreaking when our little girl came down with polio, but luckily, it…

Home on Halloween

The metal doors of Memorial Hall swung open with a bang. Cameras clicked, flashbulbs snapped, and cheering voices called out, “Congratulations!” Many parents and grandparents came to celebrate the graduating class of 1960 at Wyandotte High School. It was a happy time, but it had been a sad year for me. It was a happy time because of graduation, but it was sad because of the loss of my grandpa. I wanted my family and friends to be with me at my graduation, but only my mom came. “Congratulations, son,” she said as she hugged my neck. I wrapped her inside the long black gown. Tears ran down her soft cheeks. “Dad had to work,” she said. “It’s OK,” I tried to assure her, but she knew the truth. “Here’s…

The Wild Swans at Coole

GOOD OLD DAYS POETRY The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a Still sky; Upon the brimming water amoung the stones Are nine-and-fifty swans. The nineteeth autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings. I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All's changed since I, hearing at twilight, The first time on this shore, The bell-beat of their wings above my head, Trod with a lighter tread. Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old; Passion or conquest, wander where they will, Attend upon them still. But now they drift on the still water, Mysterious,…

The Wild Swans at Coole

In 1973, Phyllis was a disc jockey for the student radio station at Andrews University in Berrien Springs, Mich. On her first night as a disc jockey, Phyllis played whatever tunes she wanted. Only later did she learn that she was supposed to stick to the songs on the playlist. Phyllis has great memories of her time spinning records and talking about upcoming events and weather on the radio. In 1951, David earned money to pay for his new Schwinn bike by picking strawberries for 5 cents a quart. According to his receipt, David's new mode of transportation cost $43.20. Bobby-soxer Norma Jean Miller relaxed at her parents’ home in Caldwell, Ohio, while reading all of the local news in 1952. Ed and Norma were married in 1956. Daniel and…

The Blue Card Caper

I was in elementary school during the 1950s. At that time there were many advances in the prevention of diseases. Unfortunately, the prevention of diseases meant that children needed to be vaccinated with a needle, and this led to my white lie. Our county had a team of nurses who serviced the county schools. They wore dark blue satiny dresses with white collars and bright gold nurse’s graduation pins affixed to the collars. When you saw one of these ladies in your building, that meant only one thing to students—a shot! Now, the nurses didn’t indiscriminately come to schools and give students shots. First, they handed out blue cards that students took home to their parents. The card explained that a vaccination was to be given at school, and if…

The Blue Card Caper

Two Peas in a Pod

Ercell and Thomas McDowell were eagerly awaiting the birth of their first child, and on Oct. 23, 1932, I arrived safe and sound to their joy and relief. Minutes later, my twin sister arrived to much shock and amazement. I can only imagine the frenzy that ensued as they tried to deal with this unexpected development. We were named Doris Joy and Dora Joyce. As identical twins, we were like two peas in a pod. We not only looked alike, but we also talked, thought, laughed and dressed alike. We were best friends, confidants and classmates all through our formative years. Teachers gave us assigned seats so they could tell us apart, and we only switched seats in one class that was taught by a man. He never caught on.…

Two Peas in a Pod

Lights Out was the brainchild of Wyllis Cooper. Originating from the studios of WENR in Chicago in 1934, Cooper’s late-night horror program seethed with vampires, invisible monsters, evil dwarfs and survivors of an atomic apocalypse. Several fan clubs sprang up, and in 1935, NBC decided to broadcast the show nationwide. A year later, Cooper left the show and went to Hollywood to pursue a screenwriting career, leaving the program in the capable hands of playwright Arch Oboler. Under Oboler’s watch, grisly storylines included a flesh-devouring chicken heart that grew in size by the pulse, while another episode offered terrible events that unfolded on “The Day It Rained Blood.” Over the decades, Lights Out was justly celebrated for its creative use of sound effects. A soundman slurping on spaghetti mimicked cannibalism;…

The news was so exciting, so stunning, that we could hardly absorb it. Nannie, our beloved grandmother, had gotten a job. She would be going out of the house to work. And the job that she took was wonderful beyond our wildest dreams. Nannie was going to be The Candy Lady behind the counter at Crosskeys Theater on Market Street near 59th in Philadelphia. Along with the general World War II shortages of chocolate, sugar, coconut and butter, my sister and I suffered from a chronic shortage of funds, which made for a fairly sweet-starved existence. When we had enough money for the Saturday movie matinee at the local Frolic Theater, we seldom had enough left over for a treat unless we pooled our funds and split a 5-cent candy…

The Case of the Loyal Lawyer

Author Erle Stanley Gardner (1889– 1970) wrote 82 mystery novels that featured the fictional lawyer Perry Mason. Gardner himself was a trial lawyer, having passed the bar in 1911. He wrote his first Perry Mason novel, The Case of the Velvet Claws, in 1933; all subsequent titles began with “The Case of.” In the first book, besides Mason, Gardner introduced Mason’s savvy and affectionate secretary, Della Street, and the sharp private investigator who helps Mason seek justice, Paul Drake. In the first book, Perry Mason doesn’t set foot in a courtroom at all. At the outset, Gardner wrote Mason as a tough and principled lawyer, dedicated to representing his clients, even when it looked like they might be guilty. In the 1930s, six Perry Mason movies were made, and from…

The Case of the Loyal Lawyer

Son of a Salesman

I grew up the son of a salesman. My dad ran a used car lot named Paul Cooney Used Cars throughout the 1960s. It was located at the southeastern corner of East Morton and Hardin Avenue in Jacksonville, Ill. (And yes, it was socially acceptable to call it a “used car lot” back then.) Growing up around the car lot, I could tell the difference between a 1958 Ford Custom 300 and a 1959 Ford Galaxy before I could ride a bike. Each new year, auto manufacturers introduced distinct changes from the previous year’s models. Some years the changes were subtle, and some years cars were radically restyled, but a keen eye could always tell the difference. Dad would quiz me on what year and model a car was. I…

Son of a Salesman

The Great Gym Class Switcheroo

In addition to teaching the Three R’s, elementary schools across New York in the 1960s attempted to impart life enrichment into the curriculum. For one period each day, our teachers led us out of the classroom for “special area” instruction in art, music or gym. I wasn’t very artistic or musical. As a fifthgrader in Valley Stream, N.Y., I was all about sports. I lived for Tuesday and Thursday gym class and the chance to play in school and get a grade, a sure lock for my only A on my report card. Nothing was better than putting on my gym uniform—blue cotton shorts and a white T-shirt with Clearstream Elementary emblazed on the front, which we bought from the local mom-and-pop clothing store downtown. In those days, gym teachers…

The Great Gym Class Switcheroo

On a Scary Halloween Night

I looked forward to Halloween back in the early 1950s. Mommy, Daddy and I lived in Brooklyn, N.Y., and on Halloween, Mommy dressed me in an old white bedsheet and a scary mask that we bought at the five-and-dime store. Mommy never wore a Halloween costume when she took me trick-or-treating. “I’m too old,” Mommy said. Daddy didn’t wear a costume either. Daddy stayed home to give candy to the children who rang our doorbell. I was happy to trick-or-treat with Mommy until the year I turned 6. That was the year my big cousin Emmy invited me to go trick-ortreating with her. Emmy had just turned 12— almost a teenager! Emmy thought she was too old to trick-ortreat, but she wanted candy. She figured that if she took me…

On a Scary Halloween Night

Baby-Sitting in the 1960s

Fifty cents an hour. That was the going rate for baby-sitting in our Philadelphia neighborhood back in the 1960s, where every house held at least six children. Fifty cents per hour to watch, feed, bathe, change, referee and play with tykes and infants. It was a rite of passage for 11- and 12-year-old girls to wait for that first call, which signified they were worthy of a parent’s trust. None of us had CPR training, criminal background checks or Red Cross certification. We just got good or bad reviews from parents who deemed us childproof and reliable. A typical booking would involve Mrs. Smith calling my mother to ask if I were free on Saturday because she and Mr. Smith wanted to go out on a dinner date at 5…

Baby-Sitting in the 1960s

Beginning of the School Year Starts It All

The beginning of the school year and the coming of fall set in motion a series of exciting events, including my birthday. I grew up in the 1960s in woodsy Miller Beach near Lake Michigan. Every year, school started the following Monday after Labor Day. The first thing on my to-do list was to get myself ready for school picture day. I wanted to look great for forever once that final picture was snapped for one more year. I chose what I thought was the perfect dress. It had to have the right style and colors to my liking. Next was my hair, which for me, was a project. Friends and family often told me they liked my hair with natural waves and curls. I always heard, “Oh, do I…

Beginning of the School Year Starts It All

A Change of Plans

It was a day in the late 1940s—a day I’ll never forget. I stared out the car window as a parade of autumn-color trees whizzed by. I had been playing with Betty, my favorite doll, for a long time and was becoming rather impatient. I was about 4 years old and was not used to long car trips. “Are we there yet?” I asked. “Just a few more miles,” said Dad. “We’ll be there soon,” said Mom, with a smile on her face. There was a hint of winter in the air as we walked up the steps leading to the orphanage. Two years earlier, my parents had adopted me. They carried me down those very same brick steps to my new home in Minnesota. Dad opened the large double…

A Change of Plans

Q&A: ON YOUR MIND

Each issue on this page, we will feature a question that will be sure to prompt a flood of heartwarming memories. Send your 100-words-or-less responses ASAP to Editor@GoodOldDaysMagazine.com or to Good Old Days Q&A, 306 East Parr Road, Berne, IN 46711, and your response could be featured in a future issue or be used on the Good Old Days Facebook page! Photos to accompany your story are welcomed and encouraged! Please include an SASE if you want your photo returned. Did you have different chores to do during the winter months? What were you expected to do to help out the family when the temperatures dropped? How did you spend the cold months? Do you have a funny memory of a first date or first Valentine to share? What stands…

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