Remembering the “good old days”
Sometimes gatherings with relatives can bring great memories of the olden days.
Are you old enough to remember the days when families saved water by having a “bath night” in which kids took turns bathing in the same water? I do. You only hoped you weren’t last—or that the water wasn’t too cold to enjoy by the time your turn in the tub came.
Last weekend during a family gathering, we were kidding my niece, who turns 21 tomorrow, about how many car accidents she already has been involved in. (Fortunately, no one has been seriously injured, and they weren't all her fault). I pointed out that I’ve only had one accident in almost 40 years of driving—knock on wood—and that her father, who had been schooled in auto body work, cut out the crumpled back fender of my 1972 Mustang and rebuilt it to perfection. My brother even removed the rust behind the back wheel in the process. The accident occurred as I was on my way to meet friends heading to the last World Series game ever played in Milwaukee, back in 1982.
Did you share or hear any good stories about the “good old days” while spending time with relatives this Christmas season?