Hello Hodgepodge!

Goodbye tax deadline, hello Hodgepodge!  Participating in The Hodgepodge is way more fun than paying taxes, so let’s join in a little mid-week fun with hostess, Joyce, and friends.  Here are this week’s questions:

1. April 15th is the deadline for Americans to file their state and federal income tax returns. What’s a job you do on a regular basis that could be described as ‘taxing’?

I find cleaning the bathroom to be very taxing, and I hate doing it!  I’m okay with cleaning the sink, and even the toilet, but that shower stall, with all its soap scum, is no fun at all to clean!

2. I’m participating in the April A-Z blog challenge, and the Hodgepodge happens to fall on Day O this week. In keeping with that theme…olives, onions, oysters, okra…of the foods mentioned, what’s your favorite O food?

I don’t like olives or oysters, so I’m going to have to choose onions over okra–especially those sweet Vidalia onions!  They’ll be ready, and coming to a table near me soon!

3. What is something memorable you experienced as a child that your own children (or future children/nieces/nephews) will not get to experience?

They will never know the age of innocence and freedom that I knew as a child! The streets of our little town were safe, and most people didn’t even lock the doors of their houses at night.  Children rode their bikes everywhere without fear of anyone bothering them.  Small groups of children could even go trick-or-treating without their parents!  All television programming was “family friendly”, and in good taste.  Movies weren’t filled with violence and sex.   The majority of people still believed in God, had morals and values, and lived by the “Golden Rule”.  You could trust people to do the right thing.

4. Term limits for our elected officials…your thoughts?

Yes, please!  We need term limits for elected officials.  The age of “career politicians” needs to come to an end!

5. On April 18th, 1775, Paul Revere made his famous ‘midnight ride’…when did you last make a midnight ride? Perhaps the fate of a nation wasn’t hanging in the balance, but tell us where you were headed anyway.

I honestly don’t remember, because it’s been quite a while since I’ve been on a midnight ride!  Neither Ed or I can see how to drive well at night anymore, so we make it a point to be home long before midnight.

6. What would freak you out more…a mouse running across your floor or a big fat hairy spider?

A mouse, because I know, where there’s one, there’s bound to be another, and they can be difficult to get rid of.

7. I love it when people ask me...if my daughter and I are sisters!


I’m still thinking of, and praying for, the victims (and their families) of Monday’s bombings at the Boston Marathon.  What a shame!  So many lives changed forever, in the twinkling of an eye.

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My Old Neighborhood…

 Actually, I had more than one neighborhood while growing up.  My family lived in at least six different neighborhoods during my childhood!  The final house we lived in was my favorite, and I’ve always considered it my childhood home.  We moved there when I was eleven, and my parents lived there for about eight years.

Before we moved to my final childhood neighborhood, my uncle and his family were living in the house that we eventually ended up moving into.  My family and I lived one street over, so I was a frequent visitor to my cousins’ house!  My uncle had two daughters just a couple of years older than me, and we had some fun times playing at their house.  The house was already like a “second home” to me by the time we moved there. 

mama during one of those fun times...Christmas 1970!

The house was located beside the main strip of Highway 301 which runs through our town.  In those days, the teenagers rode up and down the strip of Highway 301, between Reese’s 301 Drive-In and The Dairy Queen–because there wasn’t anything else to do!  (there still isn’t!)  Teenagers weren’t supposed to loiter, so they had to keep riding!  I could see the “main drag” from my bedroom window, and it was always fun to see who was riding up and down the strip!  Teenagers love to ride, you know!  Sometimes all that riding caused excitement!

this car belonged to a friend...he actually drove his "convertible" around town!

Late one night, my future hubby and I were sitting in his car, parked in front of my house.  We did that a lot at the end of our dates.  I had to be home by 11:30, but Ed could stay later if he wanted, so we frequently sat and talked a while.  Ed’s car was  facing away from the main strip of highway.  Suddenly, we heard a very loud crash down by the highway!  It turns out that a couple, out on a date, were going way too fast, lost control of the car, and hit the light pole at the end of the road in front of my house!  Not only that, but somehow the car flipped!  The couple had some minor injuries, but no fatalities, thank goodness!

There was a small vacant lot beside our house, and a larger vacant lot across highway 301.  Eventually, someone decided that the larger vacant lot across the highway would be a great place to host the yearly carnival!  So for a week each October, the carnival was held across the street from our house!  Lights, noise, action–until 1 o’clock in the morning–for six days!  Oh, and that vacant lot beside our house?  It became the parking lot for the carnival! 

me and a friend...the small vacant lot is behind us, then Hwy 301, then the larger vacant lot where the carnival was held

The house next-door to ours was a rental house.  At one point, a mother and her teenaged daughter moved into the rental house.  The daughter was a couple of years younger than me, and looked like Cher. From that moment on, things got a lot more exciting in our neighborhood!  Before long,  the house next-door became very lively, with a never-ending stream of visitors–both male and female.  The females were young, shapely, and wore revealing clothing.  We don’t know for sure what went on in that house, but we were pretty sure a lot of  it had to do with sex and drugs.  The girl who looked like Cher?  She is now a resident in a nursing home, a victim of her lifestyle choices.

The little house across the street was a hub of excitement, as well. It was the home of a middle-aged divorced woman who led an active social life, too.  Her little house can be seen in the background of the “convertible photo”.  Between the house next-door, the house across the street, and the “main strip”, there was always plenty of activity in our neighborhood!  My parents spent a lot of time peeking out of the windows!

my parents, relaxing in the backyard...daddy's garden is in the background

I married and moved away in 1972.  I left all of the neighborhood excitement behind.  My parents bought a house in a quieter neighborhood,  a couple of streets over, in 1973.  Somehow, their new house never felt like home to me. 

I used to ride by the old house and remember…I have lots of good memories of living in that house.  Some fun family Christmases in the living room, playing with my Barbies in the floor for hours,  getting my first kiss from Ed while standing on the front porch!  Spending fun times with friends in my bedroom–while watching the cars going by on “the strip”.  Gathering vegetables from daddy’s garden or sprawling out in a lawn chair in the backyard to get a suntan.  Good times, gone but not forgotten!


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