My mom and I were remonising about having a clothes
rack in the utility room with ten pairs of gloves
drying on it, Those were the days.
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Also will NEVER forget the smell of 30 some pairs of galoshes (would call them rubbers but some people would snicker and we would get no where)and the wet wool(?) coats all stuffed into the closet ... PHEEEW!!!
Also most of FIRST period was dedicated to getting undressed from the 2 or 3 layers of clothes.
In the evening most of LAST period was dedicated to sorting out and getting the kids dressed to leave...
It was a Catholic School and we rode County buses so if the County shut down early (HA HA) our school may - or may not.
Tough noogies if you missed the bus...NO law suits.
That was in ‘mild’ Orange County (NY).
Spent a winter N. of Sullivan County and lived outside of Livingston Manor - about 15 miles bus wouldn’t come up the hill in bad weather so we had to walk of sled or ski the 3/4 miles to the bus stop...bad thing was the one or two times the buses didn’t run WE didn’t know .. Even in NYS in 1950 all houses and farms didn’t have a phone and a few didn’t have much electricity.
NO bus, walk back up the Mountain and go do chores like nothing happened....
AH sweet yute.
galoshes
Was going to mention them.
Remember the joke about the couple that was always
having kids? The went to the doctor and he told them
what to do to stop it. but soon they came back in and
the woman was pregnant. The doctor said, “I told you
what to do to prevent this, what went wrong?. and the woman piped up,
“Well, you told us to put a rubber on the organ, but
we didn’t have an organ so we put a galosh on the Piano...”
Wet galoshes, wet gloves, scarves heavy coats, the
cloak room at school was a mess.