My friends that were the same age as me that I started with dropped out at age 15 so I finished the last two years as the only old guy.
Loved the campouts and trip to Colorado in 1975.
Monday, March 25, 2019
Boy Scouts
I was in Boy Scouts from age 11 to age 17. I was in Cub Scouts starting at either age 8 or 9...moving to Webelos at age 10 and then Boy Scouts.
My friends that were the same age as me that I started with dropped out at age 15 so I finished the last two years as the only old guy.
My friends that were the same age as me that I started with dropped out at age 15 so I finished the last two years as the only old guy.
Friday, March 8, 2019
Family Food on Weekends
Weekend suppers as I recall were hamburgers on Saturday and pizza on Sunday.
My dad was involved on Saturday nights. So his day was starting early on the pancakes/waffles/French toast...doing chores around the house and then Saturday evening fry cook. We bought ground chuck as I recall and had a patty maker (some type of press). Cheeseburgers were an option. My family liked to warm up buns in bun warmer. This was before microwaves so it sat on a burner. You'd put a little water in the bottom and steam the buns. To be fancy, you could butter the bun and put it on the griddle and toast it. I remember having chocolate milk with the burgers (actual chocolate milk but maybe with syrup or Quik at times). And then watching The Jackie Gleason Show and then a local movie show called The Big Show.
Sunday was pizza and often pizza "boats" from Dahl's grocery. And then it was Pepsi poured from a warm bottle over ice. And wavy chips and chive AE dip.
Sunday lunch would be waiting for my mom to come home from church where she worked. I remember having chipped beef on toast and pot pies were common as well. What amazes is thinking back that we had to wait for the pot pies...45 minutes in the oven!
My dad was involved on Saturday nights. So his day was starting early on the pancakes/waffles/French toast...doing chores around the house and then Saturday evening fry cook. We bought ground chuck as I recall and had a patty maker (some type of press). Cheeseburgers were an option. My family liked to warm up buns in bun warmer. This was before microwaves so it sat on a burner. You'd put a little water in the bottom and steam the buns. To be fancy, you could butter the bun and put it on the griddle and toast it. I remember having chocolate milk with the burgers (actual chocolate milk but maybe with syrup or Quik at times). And then watching The Jackie Gleason Show and then a local movie show called The Big Show.
Sunday was pizza and often pizza "boats" from Dahl's grocery. And then it was Pepsi poured from a warm bottle over ice. And wavy chips and chive AE dip.
Sunday lunch would be waiting for my mom to come home from church where she worked. I remember having chipped beef on toast and pot pies were common as well. What amazes is thinking back that we had to wait for the pot pies...45 minutes in the oven!
Tuesday, March 5, 2019
Memories of my father
Random memories of my father Richard H. Andrew...
Saturday mornings making pancakes or waffles. He would get up well before we did to make the batter and let the bubbles dissipate (so he said) so the batter would be better. My memory is he would get up at 5:30 (an unheard of time on a Saturday to a child). I'm not sure what went into deciding pancakes or waffles. We loved both. He never sat down with us. I picture him standing by the griddle or iron making the next one/batch. And there was usually enough batter left for Dean and I to have more for lunch...but we made those.
He bought ice cream in gallon cartons. Not the best brand and not the worst but we seemed to have ice cream every night around 10pm. I had a roommate in college who told me they had ice cream once a WEEK! And the joke became how big of a bowl we would bring out to the living room. And it was to the living room...not the kitchen. And either with Hershey's syrup or Nestle's Quik.
I remember him bringing home 3 Musketeer bars or sometimes Milky Way bars and putting them in the refrigerator.
He would stop at Reader's World by Drake on the way home from work every so often to bring home The Sporting News and sometimes other publications so Dean and I could keep up on sports.
When I was young, he clipped my nails and read to me.
He played catch with us. Once in awhile he would come out to the back yard and demonstrate hiking a football or drop-kicking a football. Dean reminded me that he said he would play catch with us AFTER we got our chores done. I may not remember that because I was always trying to get out of chores.
I remember once I was shooting baskets in the driveway with a few friends and my dad parked the car...walked toward the court and called for the ball. He shot a little push shot and swished it...walked by us and said "face" (in your face)...my friends thought he was pretty cool for that.
He took us to sporting events. I know we went to Kansas City a few times to see the Boston Red Sox. That was a big deal to stay overnight. I remember eating at Waid's Restaurant. When I was in high school, I wanted to see some NBA games. The (then) Kansas City Kings were known as the Kansas City-Omaha Kings. So some of the "home" games were played in Omaha. He took me to see my favorite player Pete Maravich and also we saw the San Antonio Spurs with George Gervin and Larry Kenon. And we drove back after the game so that was late on a school/work night.
I don't know if we were "taught" to do this or if we just followed suit, but when we went out to eat, I also seemed to look for the most inexpensive item which was usually a "stack of 3" pancakes and "milk with the meal". Maybe we just like pancakes but I still do that when I'm out to a restaurant that serves breakfast.
Saturday mornings making pancakes or waffles. He would get up well before we did to make the batter and let the bubbles dissipate (so he said) so the batter would be better. My memory is he would get up at 5:30 (an unheard of time on a Saturday to a child). I'm not sure what went into deciding pancakes or waffles. We loved both. He never sat down with us. I picture him standing by the griddle or iron making the next one/batch. And there was usually enough batter left for Dean and I to have more for lunch...but we made those.
He bought ice cream in gallon cartons. Not the best brand and not the worst but we seemed to have ice cream every night around 10pm. I had a roommate in college who told me they had ice cream once a WEEK! And the joke became how big of a bowl we would bring out to the living room. And it was to the living room...not the kitchen. And either with Hershey's syrup or Nestle's Quik.
I remember him bringing home 3 Musketeer bars or sometimes Milky Way bars and putting them in the refrigerator.
He would stop at Reader's World by Drake on the way home from work every so often to bring home The Sporting News and sometimes other publications so Dean and I could keep up on sports.
When I was young, he clipped my nails and read to me.
He played catch with us. Once in awhile he would come out to the back yard and demonstrate hiking a football or drop-kicking a football. Dean reminded me that he said he would play catch with us AFTER we got our chores done. I may not remember that because I was always trying to get out of chores.
I remember once I was shooting baskets in the driveway with a few friends and my dad parked the car...walked toward the court and called for the ball. He shot a little push shot and swished it...walked by us and said "face" (in your face)...my friends thought he was pretty cool for that.
He took us to sporting events. I know we went to Kansas City a few times to see the Boston Red Sox. That was a big deal to stay overnight. I remember eating at Waid's Restaurant. When I was in high school, I wanted to see some NBA games. The (then) Kansas City Kings were known as the Kansas City-Omaha Kings. So some of the "home" games were played in Omaha. He took me to see my favorite player Pete Maravich and also we saw the San Antonio Spurs with George Gervin and Larry Kenon. And we drove back after the game so that was late on a school/work night.
I don't know if we were "taught" to do this or if we just followed suit, but when we went out to eat, I also seemed to look for the most inexpensive item which was usually a "stack of 3" pancakes and "milk with the meal". Maybe we just like pancakes but I still do that when I'm out to a restaurant that serves breakfast.
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