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Friday, June 19, 2020

The "Time-Tested Wedding Traditions" Story

It was an ordinary day.  And...the ordinary days all seem to be the same as they drag on and on.  To relieve some of the boredom, I began to go through some of the cabinets in our wet bar in our living room.  One cabinet had a variety of yearbooks from the high school from which I graduated as well as a few from the high school from which my wife Carol graduated.  At the bottom of the pile was the big white album with gold lettering across it which read "Our Wedding."  Grabbed it and headed to the family room to share it with my wife.  It's been quite a few years since we leafed through it, and it's always fun to share our thoughts about it once again.  As we went through it, page by page, we spent time reliving some of our wedding over again.  Some of the photographs brought back old wedding and marriage sayings which are old-time wedding traditions.  
Carol in the church entrance before the wedding.
We talked about not seeing each other on our wedding day until, while standing at the front of St. James Episcopal with my best man, my brother Steve, seeing her coming down the aisle with her dad.  Her flowing long-sleeved gown filled most of the aisle and her dad looked so proud as she held his arm.  She said she was wearing something old and something new which was a saying that was necessary to bring good luck into your marriage.  
Our wedding party.  One the few color photos we have.
Her white gown was picked because white dresses were supposed to be virginal and pure.  Actually, I didn't realize you could buy a wedding dress in any color but white, but it wasn't until the mid-1800s that white became popular.  Carol told me you can still buy a colored wedding dress, even black!  Carol had a maid of honor (unmarried female), a matron of honor (married female) along with three bridesmaids.  
Carol after our wedding was over.
I had a best man, my brother Steve, and 4 ushers.  Having bridesmaids and ushers dated back to Ancient Rome when having a bridal party was required to be witnesses to vouch for the couple.  Actually in many cultures, bridesmaids acted as incognito bodyguards and all dressed the same as the bride to prevent kidnappers and thieves from taking off with the bride.  At the end of the wedding ceremony we exchanged wedding bands which we still have to this day.  Long ago, men didn't wear wedding rings.  
Our wedding bands which we still wear today.
It wasn't until the 1940s that men's wedding rings became socially acceptable and were seen as a romantic link between married couples.  I still wear the original ring that I got from my bride on our wedding day over 50 years ago.  Actually, my knuckle and finger have grown to the point where I can't remove it!  Someone will have to cut it off after I die.  
Thousands of computer chads fill the air.
Another custom of getting married is the tossing of the celebratory rice as the bride and groom leave the church after the wedding.  Years ago in Ancient Rome, wheat was the best signifier of fertility, with rice taking up its role in Europe in the Middle Ages.  Lentils, oats, peas and other grains were also popular.  At our wedding, guests threw little chads of paper from the computer printers back in the mid-1960s.  They were so small and hard to clean up that the church later banned throwing them.  
Our wedding cake.
At our reception, which was held at the church's Parish House, the women's club at the church prepared the food and the large wedding cake was beautiful.  Carol and I kept the top layer of the cake and put it in our freezer at our first home at Manor House Apartments.  On our first anniversary we thawed it out and had a piece to celebrate.  Don't remember it tasting as bad on our wedding day as it did on our anniversary.  Saving the top layer of the wedding cake was a tradition begun in the early 1900s, but it was said back then that it was to be eaten at the birth of a first child.  If we had waited for our first child to eat it, the cake might have killed both of us.  Wedding traditions are neat to talk about and look back on from time to time.  And the more wedding anniversaries we celebrate, the more fun it becomes.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

Carol with her mom and dad, Grace and Charlie.
Me with my dad Paul, mom Dottie and brother (on right) Steve.

PS:  On June 17, 1967, Carol and I were married at St. James Episcopal Church in downtown historical Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  We recently celebrated 53 years of marriage!  We shared a box full of red roses and some greeting cards for our anniversary!


Monday, April 20, 2020

The "You Know You'll Drown If You Don't Wait! Story

Brookside's dual swimming pools in Manheim Township.
It was an ordinary day.  Just finished lunch at Brookside Swimming Pool along Harrisburg Pike in Lancaster, Pennsyl- vania.  My mother would often take my brother, Steve, and I swimming in the summer months at Brookside, and after eating we were made to sit and wait an hour before we got back in the pool.  "You'll drown if you don't wait an hour!" she would tell us.  And...I believed her.  Not sure if my brother did, but he didn't listen to most of what she told him anyway.  Summer vacation was usually a week or two at Crystal Beach in Maryland.  We would share a cottage with my Aunt Lillian and my two cousins, Judy and Georgie.  And...once again, after eating lunch on the beach, we all had to wait an hour before we jumped back in he river.  We were always told that if you didn't wait an hour for your food to digest you might drown.  And...I actually believed that!  
A day at Crystal Beach.  Left-right: My Aunt Lois who was my mother's sister who
was only a year older than me, cousin Judy, cousin George, me standing next
 to my mom, Mom and my brother Steve.  The beach is on the upper
Chesapeake Bay at the mouth of the Elk River.
So, is there any truth to the myth that you have to wait an hour before getting back in the water?  Hey, in 1908 the Boy Scout Handbook had a section in it warning scouts to not go swimming for at least 90 minutes after eating.  It read, "If you did end up drowning after eating, it would be your own fault."  Actually said that!!  Must have scared the crap out of scouts for years until they wrote another Scout Handbook.  So, did you believe you had to wait an hour after eating?  Seems that most of us who grew up in the 40s, 50s and even the 60s believed the One Rule of Summer: Thou shalt not swim for exactly one hour after eating.  When I got married in 1967 my wife Carol told me that throughout her childhood, so also was told not to swim for an hour after eating.  So, we told our children the same thing...until we began to hear otherwise.  Seems that after eating, blood is sent to the digestive tract to help in the digestion of your food.  Without enough blood flowing to your arms and legs it may be tougher to stay above water.  So, would you drown in that case?  Nah, you may get a cramp, but you're not going to drown.  Seems it's been a myth for ages.  A couple of years ago Carol and I made a visit to my brother and his wife, Kathy, who live in nearby Ephrata, PA.  They had just put a new pool in their backyard and were having a picnic to celebrate.  Their children and grandchildren were there along with Carol and myself.  We swam for an hour or so and then had a great meal of burgers, chicken corn soup and Carol's famous Wacky Cake.  Wasn't more than 2 minutes after the kids had finished that they jumped back in the pool.  I yelled to my brother to get them out of the pool so they wouldn't drown.  "Nah, they won't drown.  I never did when I went in the river years and years ago at Crystal Beach.  He knew I was joking when he saw the big smile on my face.  Some myths will never go away!  But, that's OK, since it makes good fodder for stories. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.
Another neat aerial photograph of Brookside's Twin Pools
   

Thursday, August 29, 2019

The "Join The Tradition" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Carol and I are visiting with friends Jere and Just Sue in State College for the weekend.  Saturday, and our mission today was a trip to the 145th Annual Centre County Grange Fair in Centre Hall, Pennsylvania.  We have made several journeys from Lancaster to State College for this event, but never tire of the excitement, good times and plenty of good food during fair week.  Picked up a brochure and read that the fair takes you out of the day to day bustle, to a time when life moved at a slower pace.  And...that's exactly what it did for the four of us on this beautiful day in late August, 2019.  Sitting a short distance away are 2,500 canvas tents and RVs which seem to spring up overnight the day before the fair opened a little over a week ago.  Families and friends reunite at these homes-away-from home reunions and tend to develop lasting relationships with campsite neighbors.  The four of us are just a minuscule number of the close to a quarter million visitors to the fair every year.  Food, equine events, carnival rides, farm animals, music festivals, motorsports, 4H contests, exhibit competitions and naming of the annual Queen are all parts of the Grange Fair.  To try and take in all of that on one afternoon is impossible, so we just wandered around the 264 acres of mass confusion and humanity for the afternoon.  I enjoyed snapping a few photographs to share with you of this year's Grange Fair.  Hope you enjoy them!  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.
This cute little girl was interested in my camera.
Click on images to enlarge them. 
Cattle are naturally part of the farm scene at any Grange Fair.
Would love to be a judge for one of these competitions!
At first I thought these were strawberries, but found they were peppers.
Winners in the Gourds category. 
Plenty of flowers to enjoy.  Even those that didn't win were fun to view.
I'm not sure if this woman had real or artificial flowers.
16 year old Anna took second place in the painting category.
12 year old Audrey made this dish collage and won 1st place. 
My wife enjoyed this display the most!
How can anyone not pick this poor soul for first place?
Cheyanne Storm won first place with this photograph.
Jane from Spring Mills won a first place with this Amish Buggy photograph.
Joy from Centre Hall took 1st place in the Domestic Animal colored photograph category.
I, too, really enjoyed this photograph.  Good choice for 1st place!
Amish enjoy visits to the Grange Fair.
A very unique chess set made by Jean of State College which won a first place ribbon.
Chris from Pleasant Gap made this beautiful leather gun belt and holster.
Sue taking a selfie of her and Jere while my wife looks on.  We are sitting in
a tractor-pulled wagon which serves as transportation around the fairgrounds.
A sea of automobiles, campers and tents at the Grange Fair in Centre Hall, Pennsylvania.
There were commercial stands where you could buy items.  These are small angels
with a few flags that would glow after hit by the sun.
Not sure what this chicken is doing in this photograph.  Perhaps the chicken dance.
One of the many aisles with tent homes along both sides.  Vacation for many!

Saturday, August 18, 2018

The "Favorites From Days Gone By" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Talking with a friend from my old neighborhood about the good old times we used to share when I lived in the 900 block of North Queen Street in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  My parents weren't wealthy, but they did manage to give my brother and me all the things we could have ever wanted to pass our time while growing up in the 1940s and 50s.  Certain items and events stick out in my memory that were my favorites from that time in my youth.  Thought I would pass them along to let you know what children in that era enjoyed as well as utilized.  For those who grew up at the same time, I hope I haven't missed too many of your favorites.
  • 1 cent candy was one of my favorites at a few corner stores around my neighborhood.  
    Candy cigars
    A quarter, or even a dime or nickle, would give me a small bagful of candy that would last the day.  At times I would buy candy cigarettes and pretend I was smoking like my mom and dad did at the time.  Also tried a few of the bubble gum cigars, but they cost a nickel.  Matter of fact, most everyone smoked in the 40s and 50s.  My favorite store was on the corner of Clay and Queen and was known as Eli's.  He remembered my name every day I walked in with money in hand.
Tinkertoys and Lincoln Logs
  • One of my favorite toys was my container of Lincoln Logs that I used to build replicas of ranches so I could use my toy animals and toy figurines that looked like cowboys.  Did have a few Indians mixed in with the set.  Another neat building toy was the container of red and white bricks that I had.  They were something like the Legos of today, but at the time were smaller and easier to build.  They made neat houses and buildings for the train yard my dad would set up right after Thanksgiving.  I also had a big cardboard tube of Tinkertoys, just like every other kid in the neighborhood.
  • I had two Lionel train sets; one was the Sante Fe passenger train while the other was an Alaska freight train.  I did have Plasticville buildings, but my plastic brick buildings which I made myself looked as neat as the others.
Hubley cap bun and caps
  • Naturally every one in the neighborhood had a metal cap gun.  Mine was a Hubley that was made in Lancaster.  My dad actually worked at Hubley as a young man, making toy guns.  The caps made a great noise and I loved the smell of the sulphur after firing the gun.  Also enjoyed a variety of comic books that you could read at the Lancaster Train Station soda-shop and return to the rack after reading them.  My favorites were Archie and Jughead as well as Superman.
  • Some of the outdoor items I had were at first a neat tricycle and eventually a Schwinn two-wheeler.  Had to take a few of my baseball cards and attach them to the rear wheel to make the bike sound like a motorcycle when the cards hit the spokes of the bike.  Also enjoyed racing cat's eye marbles on the rubber mat on our front porch.  
    My Schwinn bike
    The porch was sloped toward the street at just the right angle to allow the marbles to pick up a little speed in the 12 to 15 feet they had to travel.  But, out of all these activities, baseball with my brother and all the neighborhood kids was still my all-time favorite activity in the parking lot behind the house or at the nearby railroad station.
  • Another toy I loved was the couple of wooden gliders that I had.  We made one of them when I was in Cub Scouts.  I also enjoyed flying kites, but had to have my dad take me to nearby Longs Park to fly them.  When I tried at home they would get caught in the trees and power lines. As I became a teenager I enjoyed sledding with the guys in the neighborhood.  
  • My nut-cracker sled
    We would walk the couple of blocks to the train bridge over the Lititz Pike to ride down the nut-cracker while my friends on the west side of the neighborhood, such as my good friend Jere, would hit the bridge over the Manheim Pike to do much the same as we did.  Often had arguments as to who had the scariest nut-cracker.  I leave it to your imagination as to why we called it as we did.
  • One item I really enjoyed was my paint-by-number set.  
    Who wouldn't love a Paint-by-Number
    Actually had a few of them.  Made great presents for me when needed.  I was a fanatic about staying inside the lines when I painted the artwork.  At least I thought it was artwork.  Funny, but when my mom was in a nursing facility, I would buy her the same thing and she just loved painting them.  I would frame them for her and Moravian Manor, where she resided, would hang them in the halls of the place.  At the same time I enjoyed building plastic model cars.  Revell was my favorite model kit to build.  Both my sons also enjoyed building models.
        
  • One final item I loved throughout my childhood, and even in to my teens, was the pup-tent that my Aunt Doris gave me as a gift one Christmas.  
    My pup tent
    I slept in it, played Army in it and even made it into a printing shop by using the lead slugs from the Linotype machine that was in the factory next to our house.  Pretended to print my own newspaper, but the lines never made any sense since all the lead slugs were from a variety of stories that the printing company had printed.  
  • My last few items of remembrance you may remember if you are old enough.  I enjoyed pasting the S&H Green Stamps in the books for my mom, talking on the party-line telephone and mowing the grass with the push mower. 
Life in the 40s and 50s was something like being on the TV show "Leave It To Beaver".  Matter of fact that was, and still is, one of my all-time favorite TV shows.  So, what do you think.  Bring back any memories for you?  Make some of you glad you never had to grow up without electronic items?  Hey, that's what life was like in the good old days.  And, we survived!  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. 

Saturday, June 2, 2018

The "My Brother Steve: A True Friend" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Just dropped off my latest framing job at my brother Steve's house in nearby Ephrata, Pennsylvania.  Steve is five years younger than me, but also five inches taller than I am.  If I had to describe him it would be: handsome, athletic, funny, helpful, a bit crazy, caring, a good dunker and most important, a great brother.  
Phillies poster and team from their Championship year.
The latest job that I just framed for him was a 40 inch by 32 inch collage which featured a large Boston Red Sox poster and 26 individual baseball cards from their 2004 World Series Championship season.  Fun job to frame, but very challenging since one card was extremely small while others were close to a quarter of an inch thick.  Steve knows someone in Ephrata that is a Red Sox fan who happened to see one of the Philadelphia Phillies posters I did for Steve and asked him if he could do one for him featuring the Red Sox.  
My brother Steve and myself.
In no time Steve was online and within a few weeks had obtained all the cards from the Sox.  Some cards are auto- graphed, some are metal and one even is a real collectible being that it is #1 of 10.  Most cards are vertical, but four of them were horizontal making it a tougher job to lay out.  I designed the job on a computerized mat cutter at Grebinger Gallery where I work part-time.  The result was stunning with the blue and red team colors and the large poster in the top center of the job.  I'm not sure what he was going to charge the person who wanted the job done, but some of the cards had to be very pricey.  To the new owner I'm sure it will be priceless!  I did the work for my brother for no charge since we will spend a week at the shore with he and his wife at no cost to Carol and me.  Check out the photos of my brother and myself as well as the finished Boston Red Sox poster.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.



Another poster I did for him of Richie Ashburn with poster and baseball cards.
The latest poster of the 2004 World Champion Boston Red Sox.
Handsome brother Steve on the right at his son's wedding.
Highschool photo of Steve's championship form. Holds the school record with 42 points in a game, and that was when there wasn't a 3-point shot.
Steve and LDub enjoying a dunkin' cookies session.
His crazy side when we had our ears pierced before his son's wedding.
  

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

The "Everybody Needs A Brother Like Mine" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Talking to my brother, Steve, about when we can get together again and visit a couple of antique shops or head to the auction to see if there might be something we might want to place a bid on.  
This is one of the few photos I have where
I am bigger than my brother Steve.
Steve is five years my junior and I only got to know him real well a few years ago, since when we were younger we both had our own friends and own places to visit and never really went on vacation together after we were both out of high school.  When I met my wife we used to go on dates to see Steve's high school basketball games.  But then Carol and I began our family and Steve entered the US Marines.  When he returned to Lancaster he became engaged and he and his wife began their family and we only seemed to get together on holidays and special events.  Well, a few years ago Steve and his wife Kathy began to travel to the Jersey Shore in the fall for vacation and began to invite Carol and myself.  I got to know my brother better than I ever knew him.  
Photo of my brother and me when we were showing off
our new earrings at his sons wedding reception.
Then the four of us began to take a day once a month and head to the Chesapeake Bay for lunch and shopping at antique shops.  I recently spent time with him teaching him how to make stained glass artwork.  I'm going to try to get him to show me how to sell my old junk on eBay which he has been doing for years.  Carol and I recently took our yearly trip to St. Martin after having some major medical problems and Steve and Kathy were both concerned with us leaving for the trip.  And then wouldn't you know it, we both had to go to the doctor while on St. Martin due to bad colds.  I had promised to send Steve an email after a few days to tell him how we were both doing while on vacation.  My email did tell him of our visit to the island doctor.  Shortly we got an email from him which read: This is Steve woods, hope you remember me, I told you to stay home didn't I and you both had to go and get sick and take foreign medicine again.  
Photo taken in Stone Harbor, New Jersey when we were
both trying a see if we liked a new drink.
My poor brother I hope he managed to have a little fun with his sickness, I bet he misses me, will talk to you as soon as you return to the United States of America, hopefully this will be the last time we have to be worried sick about you two, mother would not have approved of all this.
 We laughed so hard it made us begin to cough again.  Carol immediately returned the email asking him if this is one of those pfishing emails?  Well, a day later he emailed back to us saying: No, this is your favorite brother in law who thinks it's time you two get home.  I believe there is a kitty cat who is missing his mommy and daddy. Talk to you soon.  Yeah, we were having a good time going back and forth, but I believe Steve was really concerned and was genuine even though he did it in a rather humorist manner.  For all the years that I missed having a close relationship with my brother, I'm loving it now.  If only our parents could be alive to see it ....  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.