Memory From:
B , Sudan, Growing up in New York in The 30s
I remember when i was a young girl growing up in new york, my father worked as a doctor. We would always have people in our apartment, getting fixed up.Around depression time, my dad, Joshuah Grant was shot and killed when he was on a train to caliofornia. My mother and my 5 sisters and 6 borther were left with out a father, and she was left wth out a job. Our family struggled. My eldest sister Herminie got the plauge and die, giveing the deisie to my 2 younger brothers grants and emil,they also died. The thing that i rememberwas on christmas,i woke up,and there was a toy pony. Mygrandma had sent it from England. We were immigrant from there. The toy ended up being stolen,along with my sister shyanne ellen louis.Life was very tough.
Label Memories From The 1930's
Growing up as a kid in the Bronx
Posted By
Mike T , United States
I would not trade growing up as a kid in the Bronx in the 50's and 60's for anything. I have lived in Texas for the last 40 years, which I truly love also.
But I remember Loew's Paradise, Scottie's Poolroom, Steeles bowling alley, PS 46 schoolyard sports, stickball, shooting craps in the corner, De Witt Clinton H.S., Roosevelt HS summer school, St. Helenas Sunday night dances in Parkchester, Bickfords on Fordham & Webster Ave., Carvels on Webster below Fordham Rd., Orchard Beach, City Island, pizza by the slice, and other memories too numerous to mention.
We grew up fast and worked hard. We were on the streets all day and night without a lot of todays worries. I think we are a lot better off now for having had that Bronx experience.
Mike T , United States
I would not trade growing up as a kid in the Bronx in the 50's and 60's for anything. I have lived in Texas for the last 40 years, which I truly love also.
But I remember Loew's Paradise, Scottie's Poolroom, Steeles bowling alley, PS 46 schoolyard sports, stickball, shooting craps in the corner, De Witt Clinton H.S., Roosevelt HS summer school, St. Helenas Sunday night dances in Parkchester, Bickfords on Fordham & Webster Ave., Carvels on Webster below Fordham Rd., Orchard Beach, City Island, pizza by the slice, and other memories too numerous to mention.
We grew up fast and worked hard. We were on the streets all day and night without a lot of todays worries. I think we are a lot better off now for having had that Bronx experience.
Richard The Snake
Posted By
Johnnie J, United States
I read above where a man shot a coffee cup that was sitting in front of a Jap soldier while he was taking a morning dump. I have a story just about the same.
When I was in Nam in May of 1967 my Sergent and I were alone about 3 miles behind our lines. We were looking for a place to advance the next day with the rest of the company to dig out Charly. As we crossed a log my Sergent put his foot right down on a snake that had to be 7 foot long. He shot his m16 about 25 times and never hit the snake!
But when we walked about 15 feet into the thick jungle we found two Viet Cong lieing there dead. I started looking very hard to see if there were any more around.
In another 10 feet there was one more sitting there with his hands up and had been shot in his butt. I speak good Vietnamese and all he said was give up! give up! After a moment I ask him where was their company? He said they all ran when we started shooting.
To make the story short. My Sergent never hit the snake but he killed two men and had shot the other one right in the butt. We just figured if it hadn't been for that dang snake we would have been walking into a death trap within another 15 feet! Everyone called him snake from then on until he was killed. And I would have never been able to tell all of you this story.
My Sergent didn't get to see the U.S.A. again, he was killed fourteen days later about a mile from where he shot at the snake.
Always remember Richard the snake!
Johnnie J, United States
I read above where a man shot a coffee cup that was sitting in front of a Jap soldier while he was taking a morning dump. I have a story just about the same.
When I was in Nam in May of 1967 my Sergent and I were alone about 3 miles behind our lines. We were looking for a place to advance the next day with the rest of the company to dig out Charly. As we crossed a log my Sergent put his foot right down on a snake that had to be 7 foot long. He shot his m16 about 25 times and never hit the snake!
But when we walked about 15 feet into the thick jungle we found two Viet Cong lieing there dead. I started looking very hard to see if there were any more around.
In another 10 feet there was one more sitting there with his hands up and had been shot in his butt. I speak good Vietnamese and all he said was give up! give up! After a moment I ask him where was their company? He said they all ran when we started shooting.
To make the story short. My Sergent never hit the snake but he killed two men and had shot the other one right in the butt. We just figured if it hadn't been for that dang snake we would have been walking into a death trap within another 15 feet! Everyone called him snake from then on until he was killed. And I would have never been able to tell all of you this story.
My Sergent didn't get to see the U.S.A. again, he was killed fourteen days later about a mile from where he shot at the snake.
Always remember Richard the snake!
Sharing Memories From Growing Up In The 70s
Posted By
Lil immigrant girl, United States
I was born in 1965 so i don't remember the '60s, only thru my father's music. But i came to United States from Guatemala in 1975, that's when my life began for me. My favorite memories are from '75 to '79. The 1st song i remember liking that was popular in '75 was BRICK HOUSE by the Commodores. I look back on those days now and love them & love and appreciate my dad and his efforts to bring us to this great country. During that time I had my 1st bike, I learned to ride a bike, I learned how to ride a skate board, I learned to how speak English, I learned to play kick ball at school, I learned how to dance the HUSTLE during p.e. I am grateful that i got the chance to live the 'American dream' at least for a little while. In the early '80s several kidnappings took place, we couldn't walk to & from school anymore...everything changed. That's why the late '70s is what i remember fondly. Watching the Carol Burnett show, Donny & Marie, Little house, Laverne & Shirley, and so on and so on. I could write a book, but i won't bore you, i just wanted to share a little...
Lil immigrant girl, United States
I was born in 1965 so i don't remember the '60s, only thru my father's music. But i came to United States from Guatemala in 1975, that's when my life began for me. My favorite memories are from '75 to '79. The 1st song i remember liking that was popular in '75 was BRICK HOUSE by the Commodores. I look back on those days now and love them & love and appreciate my dad and his efforts to bring us to this great country. During that time I had my 1st bike, I learned to ride a bike, I learned how to ride a skate board, I learned to how speak English, I learned to play kick ball at school, I learned how to dance the HUSTLE during p.e. I am grateful that i got the chance to live the 'American dream' at least for a little while. In the early '80s several kidnappings took place, we couldn't walk to & from school anymore...everything changed. That's why the late '70s is what i remember fondly. Watching the Carol Burnett show, Donny & Marie, Little house, Laverne & Shirley, and so on and so on. I could write a book, but i won't bore you, i just wanted to share a little...
Dreams Do Come True
Posted By
Abraham, United States
Dreams do really do come true.
My Name is Abraham, the car behind us is a 1940 Dodge Sedan with suicide doors, and this is a one owner car bought brand new by Bill G. in photo.
As a young boy 8yr Old I dreamed of owning this car and I have been trying to buy this car from him,
I moved from there and before I knew it another 15 years had passed, and I came back home and I bumped into Bill in a local Wal-Mart and we began to do some reminiscing about the good OL days, and he asked me to stop by his house the following morning at 10:00.Am,
So as I pulled up in the yard I saw the car that I only dreamed of for so many years, it was sitting there, and it was in the same place that I had last seen it as a young boy, and as Bill walked me around the car telling me she had an extra ding or two and she would need some paint and a lot of TLC.
Bill then told me there were 5 different people trying to buy the car, and he told me that he told them he would have to check with Abraham as he has asked for this car first; luckily I was able get the car as it is a dream come true.
Bill is now 95 years old, and I am 38 years old and I am hoping this summer to take him for a ride in it as that is the only request from him.
Thank you Have a great day.
The First Times
Posted By
Gawngal, United States
I was born in September 1961..I don't remember much about the 60's all but going to school..Yet now the 70's was me becoming a Ten...And oh the times I had
Went to Carowinds for the first time.
Drove a car for first time
Stayed up late for the first time
Went to Clemson college to view the planets and see the history of it
Went to historical Charleston
Went to kings mountain battle ground won in story contest about the trip
Smoked a cig for the first time
Had a boyfriend for the first time
Got married for the first time
Those were the days
As the captain of my life its been ..slow and easy....Sailing
How lucky we are today
Posted By
Monroe, United States
I can remember my father who was born in the depression talking about his father would leave home before daylight and arrive back home after dark walking 10 miles each way to use a hand plow and if he got lucky a horse and plow, working in the fields all day long for only one dollar.
Hearing the family stories of my grandfather/mother raising 8 children in those times was really a sad part of our history, not only in America but the entire world.
Hearing my mother talk about picking strawberries for 3 cents a quart, She says when they finally did make it to the times where they got 5 cent a quart and a dime if they capped them, they were (quote)stepping in high cotten.
You know hearing all the stories or my parents and grandparents picking cotton by hands in the hot fields until their fingers would bleed and crack open, the heat from the hot soil since they didn't have money to buy shoes in the summer time and pulling those cotton sacks down the cotton rolls all day.
It really makes you stop and think just how lucky we are today. Signing off now from the plains of Tennessee.
Monroe, United States
I can remember my father who was born in the depression talking about his father would leave home before daylight and arrive back home after dark walking 10 miles each way to use a hand plow and if he got lucky a horse and plow, working in the fields all day long for only one dollar.
Hearing the family stories of my grandfather/mother raising 8 children in those times was really a sad part of our history, not only in America but the entire world.
Hearing my mother talk about picking strawberries for 3 cents a quart, She says when they finally did make it to the times where they got 5 cent a quart and a dime if they capped them, they were (quote)stepping in high cotten.
You know hearing all the stories or my parents and grandparents picking cotton by hands in the hot fields until their fingers would bleed and crack open, the heat from the hot soil since they didn't have money to buy shoes in the summer time and pulling those cotton sacks down the cotton rolls all day.
It really makes you stop and think just how lucky we are today. Signing off now from the plains of Tennessee.
Old Fashioned Milk Delivery
Memory From:
John, UK, Old Fashioned Milk Delivery
When I was young we had our milk delivered to our door and one of my jobs as a 9 year old was to bring the milk in before it exploded due to pushing the milk bottle cap off the top of the milk bottle , We were also not as well informed regarding our health and my mum used to order gold top milk which meant it was much creamier and we know now also pretty bad for our cholesterol levels, I did enjoy it on my breakfast cereal which I think in those days was cornflakes. How our tastes change just a few years ago I had the opportunity to have my cereal with milk that was extra creamy and I hated it.
John, UK, Old Fashioned Milk Delivery
When I was young we had our milk delivered to our door and one of my jobs as a 9 year old was to bring the milk in before it exploded due to pushing the milk bottle cap off the top of the milk bottle , We were also not as well informed regarding our health and my mum used to order gold top milk which meant it was much creamier and we know now also pretty bad for our cholesterol levels, I did enjoy it on my breakfast cereal which I think in those days was cornflakes. How our tastes change just a few years ago I had the opportunity to have my cereal with milk that was extra creamy and I hated it.
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