Packing for a flight to Philadelphia to visit family and celebrate my granddaughter’s birthday, I ran across a small bag of Buffalo/Indian head nickels in the dresser. Buffalo Nickels have always had a special place in my heart. They brings back fond memories of the 1950s. I recall sorting through the coins collected with my brother when I had the privilege to join him on his paper route. Continue reading “Buffalo Nickels & Memories of Yesteryear”
Halloween is a very special occasion when you are six years old. I remember well the year 1954 and our little house in Rosemont, PA, just west of Philadelphia. As the frost comes on the pumpkin now, over sixty years later, I am sure there is still a bit of the child left in me to play make believe again this year.
Do you remember the excitement of being old enough to join in on something you were always left out of? I absolutely detested being told “You’re not big enough!” Why is it that the grownups got to decide everything for you anyway! But, not this time, I was a big first grader now. So I was old enough to go out trick or treating. Wow! I could hardly wait. Continue reading “Halloween Memories from the 1950’s”