tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post115038001686131685..comments2023-06-28T05:28:45.085-04:00Comments on Suzzwords: Good FeelingsSuzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01187656986061112030noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-1150656466889680512006-06-18T14:47:00.000-04:002006-06-18T14:47:00.000-04:00Your words conjured up so many happy summer memori...Your words conjured up so many happy summer memories; many of the same memories you experienced in your youth. Thank you for reminding me of those wonderful times. Must dash! I believe I hear the distant bell of a Good Humor truck! "Up, up and awaaaaaaaaaay!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-1150476481455285042006-06-16T12:48:00.000-04:002006-06-16T12:48:00.000-04:00Yes, the days were great but the evenings were oft...Yes, the days were great but the evenings were often just as good. Besides catching lightnin' bugs, we would spread an old army blanket on the ground and lay there talking and looking at stars. What a life.<BR/><BR/>MAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-1150459379112783292006-06-16T08:02:00.000-04:002006-06-16T08:02:00.000-04:00I remember the front porches where the adults woul...I remember the front porches where the adults would sit in the metal glider or metal rocking chairs and visit in the cool of the evening. We kids would frantically play in the twilight,hurrying before we were called in for the night. We played "May I", "Slinging statures", or "Snake in the gutter." I remember feeling the cool, moist grass on my body as I hide from "Last tag," and I never itched Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15153736.post-1150426111871432302006-06-15T22:48:00.000-04:002006-06-15T22:48:00.000-04:00Oh My Yes. All those memories I share with you an...Oh My Yes. All those memories I share with you and many more. We had an ice box, not a refrigerator, and one of the highlights of the week was when "the IceMan Cometh" in his big truck filled with huge blocks of ice which he lifted out with sturdy tongs and carried into our kitchen.Many times he would treat the neighborhood children with a fine sliver of ice; a real treat on a sizzling Georgia Chancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17888087428059834691noreply@blogger.com