Skip to comments.Pictures Like You've never Seen
Posted on 04/20/2014 6:10:03 AM PDT by lbryce
Things sure have changed since I've been a kid. The bus driver going
quick over a tight turn was as exciting as it ever got. Not like this.
So, you don't believe that's Dolly Parton. (Well, looking at
her blouse who would blame you? That kid sure grew up fast.
It may look sublimely other-worldly but I promise you it ain't that
planet they just discovered described as "could possibly harbor water"
That is one scary hare. Freaky-looking, too. Heck, even I would cry, now, sitting next to that thing!
I remember one time my neighbor came over dressed as Santa Claus, my mom arranged it through some do gooder organization, I knew it was him, it was ridiculous.
Hare? I thought it was a werewolf.
In the lowest picture... does anyone remember those baby shoes? Oh my... we all had them. My Mom even had some sort of bell that would clip onto the laces (I guess Moms thought we were cats?!) Mom’s generation and the one before her would get the shoes bronzed. I guess they were dipped in some sort of metal so they could always have the first baby shoes.
That Easter Bunny pic is gonna give me nightmares! LOL
My grandmother gave me my first shoes as bronzed bookends when I graduated college. She said it was to keep me humble and remember my beginnings. Didn’t work.
I think it was Buster Brown! Mom would polish them every single night and change the laces. One pair of lace in the shoes, one in the laundry and one set waiting to be used. The bells were used (I think) so Mom could hear if the bell was far away (thus trouble) vs closer.
“Oh my... we all had them. My Mom even had some sort of bell that would clip onto the laces”
I was tethered outside to a porch post once in a while when mom didn’t want me to wonder off. LOL
I believe that was right after the toilet vacuuming incident.
What is funny is I kept all 3 kid’s first pair of shoes as well. Stride Rite. Not that they will ever really appreciate them or see the sentiment but oh well. My one daughter’s shoes are teeny tiny while my son’s looked like something that belonged to Big Foot’s kid. All worked out.. she is a size 6 and he wears a 14. Little Miss number 3 had average shoes.. she’s not done growing yet.
YOU were one of THOSE kids! LOL!! What is it with kids (usually boys) and their fascination with toilets?!! My son was about 2 1/2 and dumped a Costco size baking soda into the toilet.. followed by a gallon of white vinegar. I was dusting and all I heard was him RUNNING. The toilet looked like a volcano... foam spewing everywhere! The only good thing is the toilet was unbelievably clean. LOL!
Keep it up, Mikey!~
I hear remodeling is a snap over there....
Our peach tree wouldn’t had enough switches for that stunt.
“YOU were one of THOSE kids! LOL!! What is it with kids (usually boys) and their fascination with toilets?!! My son was about 2 1/2 and dumped a Costco size baking soda into the toilet.. followed by a gallon of white vinegar. I was dusting and all I heard was him RUNNING. The toilet looked like a volcano... foam spewing everywhere! The only good thing is the toilet was unbelievably clean. LOL!”
Now that is brilliance! Your son and I need to compare notes. LOL
I was fascinated with all mechanical and electrical things. I vacuumed the toilet out twice and dumped water into a lit touché lamp as the bulb exploded and hit the ceiling. My crowning achievement was sticking a slinky into an electrical outlet and watching it burn up and turn to powder.
Don’t get me started on things with fire involved. LOL
My mom was a saint and thankfully I grew out of it all.
Well, most of it. I’m a plumber by trade and like to work on cars. I made it to 51 anyway. My older brother had a thing for hammers (dad was a carpenter) and Christmas decorations. We finally had to get a shorter tree and keep it about 4 feet off the floor. The 50’s to the mid 60’s were fun times at our house.
Then there was the time my brother had a raging fire going in the fireplace in the middle of July and..........
Well, anyway nobody went to the hospital.
The dogs teeth used to freak me out.
It was Keds for me.
It’s actually spelled Lagos.
“That’s my dog Tige, he lives in a shoe, I’m Buster Brown, look for me in there too.”
You weren't that far off. The creature in the window could pass for the HillaryBeast.
Froggy the Gremlin and Andy Devine.
I can only imagine that your Mom had these thoughts... “One day, he’ll have kids of his own. I hope he has a dozen just like him!” When Mom was alive.. her kids would share the antics of her grandkids. She would HOWL! I mean to the point that one day.. she fell off the chair she was sitting on. But.. she would defend them. “Oh, he’s interested in science.. that is good. (Or after my daughter used a permanent marker on the wall) “She’s very artistic. That’s a good thing”. Funny... I don’t remember her being so forgiving and excusing when I was little. LOL!
Shouldn’t that be “Legos, Niagra Falls”?
Thanks for the memories. My brother and I grew up to be quite harmless but very industrious. (grin)
Mom has been gone two years this past April 1st. She had a great sense of humor and was a great person to have long talks with. I miss her very much.
Pop is 86. He built his first house in 1948 at the age of 20 after he got out of the Navy. He closed up his business 6 years ago. Plenty of houses were built in between. They are his legacy.
Not relevant to a Punnologist.
froogy the gremlin....and Barack Obama....?
I remember the Buster Brown shoe store in Bimidgi, MN, circa 1955. They had a stand with an x-ray machine. You put your foot in the slot at the bottom and you could watch your foot bones wiggle in the screen on the top. They had a lot to learn about radiation at that point.
it took me well over a MINUTE to pick that up!!!
Oh, yes, we had those baby shoes, as well. My mother would also use the bells, but I think it was to entertain the baby, but maybe it was to warn the birds. :)
One of my sisters had her children’s first shoes bronzed. Another sister had a daughter’s ballet shoes bronzed. These children were born in the 1960s and 1970s. Not sure how the bronzing thing started, so now you have inspired me to try to find out.
That would be Bemidji, gusher.
Aha...we moved away when I was in first grade, no excuse, though.
I shouldn’t have been such a hardass.
Spent some time there myself. A sweetness to the air in that place, and of course the grand early stirrings of the Mississippi River at the edge of town.
Lake Itasca, I presume.
Bronzing: There’s a company that still does it.
More info on bronzing:
It’s a stock photo though I’m guessing you are right.
Used to camp up there during my college years although the raccoons had taken over the place, snarling and fighting and rattling trash cans all night long.
Many years later I lived near Bemidji and what surprised me, in a good way, was the wide glabrous seemingly motionless expanse of the Mississippi, just east of town I think, that some friends of mine lived along.
It was like a long wide perfectly still pool, but it had the banks and twists & turns of a stream—and it wasn’t still at all but slowly, silently flowing.
Somehow it was always startling to think of the roaring mighty river it soon became.
What’s old is new again!! I simply love the traditions of keeping the “first”. I have locks of hair (from the first hair cut), baby shoes, first outfits and (I hate to say this because it sounds morbid to some) but baby teeth. I also preserved the Christening gowns in the hope they will use them for their first child. My youngest had her gown made from my wedding dress and it is spectacular. Thank you, Bigg Redd.. you made my day!!
No dog has shark teeth!
My youngest had her gown made from my wedding dress and it is spectacular.
What a wonderful heirloom!
We have in my family a baptismal gown, purchased by my mother for her first grandchild in 1958. It was worn by most of my mother’s 29 grandchildren and by most of her great-grandchildren, including my 3 magnificent grandsons.
I LOVE that! A gown being passed on is so special. With two girls, I decided that my wedding gown was dated. The coloring (champagne) wasn’t a good one for either and to be honest.. I didn’t want either a fight over it or for them to feel like they “had” to use it. The Christening gown that was made was beyond spectacular. Super long train that draped over your arms and beading/sequence used so delicately. I saved the other “scraps” of the gown in case they want it sewn into a wedding gown they choose or they can have it sewn into a ring pillow. You know what’s funny, Bigg Red. We’ve sort of gotten away from “heirlooms”. Everything today has to be new and such. I guess I’m old fashioned or sentimental that way. (((Hugs))) Mom
That sound just wonderful. You are very clever. Did you make the baptismal gown yourself?
Yes, heirlooms are often not appreciated today in our throw-away society. The notion of passing on wedding gowns seems to have faded away. In my small town there is a second hand shop run by volunteers for the benefit of our local hospital. I have never visited the store, but I read an article about it in our local paper some time back.
Seems they have a ton of wedding gowns. I suppose that there were many brides in the past who had saved them in anticipation of passing them on to daughters or granddaughters. And, of course, there was a time when it was very difficult to afford such a gown, whereas now most brides have the money to fork over for the dresses made in Asian sweatshops.
Don’t get me started on the weddings that young women plan these days. If the time and effort they spent planning the marriage was even 1/10 of the time and effort they put into planning the wedding, they would most likely be married more than a just a few years.