Front row Middle girl yes that’s me.
Mom got me all dressed up and walked me to the top of the street.
The rest of the kids from the neighborhood where there too. Not sure if my Mom was the only one to take photos but I can tell the sun was in my eyes. Didn’t we all look like we were eager to attend. The real photo she should have concentrated on getting was the last day I attended SCHOOL, now that was the most important day!
My best friend was in the back row standing next to a boy. She moved here from the deep south Georgia and Alabama . We were best of friends instantly. We did everything together. She would come places with my family like to Zoos and Parks and I would go with her family to the Ocean. The place I always went with them to, is still my very favorite section even though storms have destroyed so much of what was so beautiful.
We had one TV, a Black and White for years. We also got to play after supper, under the one street light, which happened to be right in front of our house. We played kickball and dodge ball life was good.
Out of all the years Cathy and I attended school together we were only in one class together, eighth grade math. By then we liked boys though neither of us were allowed to date. Boys would come over and sit around and listen to music with us but no dating.
When we went to high school we parted ways she went to the local high school in town and took college courses
while I took a test to be accepted to the new School in town. Vocational/Technical High School that had students from five towns attending. It was a beautiful school and I met so many wonderful people and you know most of our small class of 1974 is on my Facebook Friend list. I think this speaks volumes of the times and the families. We came from hard working, Blue collar workers with one car, 3 kids and a dog and no divorces.
I never asked if we were rich or poor I never went without supper unless I refused to eat what Mom cooked. Remember the dog, he would eat ANYTHING, he was our best friend at the dinner table till Mom caught on and tied him outside while we ate. We tried to always finish supper no mater how much we hated Lima Bean Soup so we could have dessert remember she was a great baker, her cakes and pastries were the best tasting.
We were allowed to go out after breakfast and not return till lunch you see we lived on a dead-end road with just 15 houses on it and all our other friends lived in the other houses with their brothers and sisters. We were never inside unless it was raining. We always played at each others houses. The Mother’s we always home. I can only remember two times I actually had a babysitter well till I turned eleven and became one. I babysit my brothers, I had 3 of them and then babysit for a family with 8 children and a family with two of the sweetest little girls. I made enough money babysitting and always bought family gifts at Christmas but put mine and my brothers names on them for our parents.
So many things happened on this dead-end street where I grew up. I loved this place so much I never wanted to grow up. It was a place where many memories, that will last a lifetime, were made.
17 thoughts on “Our Bus Stop”
Wonderful Eunice. Such sweet memories!
Thanks Cindy I did have a great childhood which makes the years in between s hurtful to have been a part of 🙂
Love the new photo!
This is wonderful – reminds me of my childhood too. Good times!
Yes they were through my eyes as well Glad you had a great childhood too
Such a lovely story Eunice – thank you for sharing your past. You sound like like you had a lovely time growing up in these street…I wish times were again like this.
I wish that life for all the children of the world it was pretty mush perfect in my eyes though Mom tells me know for may of the parents on that little street it was more like Peyton Place 🙂 it was the 60’s 🙂
I love this post because it shines with the simplicity and innocence of a time I miss too (even tho I’m much older). I thought our family were rich, but of course we were not. One car. Out all day playing. Sneaking food to the dog. Are you sure you didn’t live next door? Great post and you were an awfully cute kid!
Thanks for reading and enjoying and you know what I did not have then I more than make up for now with you and the others I adore 🙂
I was such a quiet kid then you could shut me up long ago I found my voice ASK MY BROTHERS 🙂
I would have loved to have grown up on the same street then you could have babysat me 🙂
Like was so easy being a kid back then wasn’t it I know my parents struggled to give us all that was truly important what happen the children and parents today just don’t get it 😦
I was so cute I couldn’t go out of my parents sight 🙂
Great post Eunice! I enjoyed reading it. I was fortunate to have great parents and great memories of childhood as well. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all children were so fortunate?
From your lips to God’s ears as they say. Life should be simply wonderful.
That’s so great and it appears we are similar in age. Remember the dresses and the haircuts and the adventures in the simplest activities.
LOL life was good back then I am 56 🙂
going on 90 🙂
A lovely story.
Cute picture! Very stylish!
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