I know!! It's on nights like this that I can remember most what it feels like to be a kid....spring nights brought hope of summer vacation from school and an endless summer. Back then summer seemed to last forever. Whistle brand orange pop, catching lightning bugs, listening to the whippoorwill, and sitting out on the porch swing in the dark while Dad told stories about when he was young. Mom making us come in the house and wash the fishing slime and other accumulated dirt off our bodies~ and "don't forget that ring around your ankles!"~ before going to bed.
Oh, to be a kid again back in the 70s.....![]()
I'm with you!! I remember the same things! Sitting on my grandma's front porch with the scent of petunias and geraniums from the porch boxes, catching lightning bugs, listening to the sounds of the neighbors settling in for the night, the crickets. The ice cream truck used to come around about 8-9 in the evening. Yum! My grandma as you can tell, lived in town, but it was such a different time. My days of being a kid were in the 60's. And yes the evening spit bath!! If it was really bad, we had a full bath!! I still drive down passed the house my grandmother lived in, remembering the rides down the sidewalk in our wagon. It has changed since those days. It is a business now. I kinda regret we didn't buy it after she passed. But we were young with no money back then. But back to reality!!! God is good and life is good!!!