The family telephone on the wall (later
on a table) in the hallway.
The family camera, a Kodak box Brownie,
in a desk drawer in the living room
The family radio (and later TV) in the
living room
The family games, all stored in their
original boxes in a drawer upstairs.
Note: These first four are no longer "family" things as they are now available on personal electronics. I wonder if that is part of the cause of the way our society is slipping away.
The family car, parked in the garage unless Dad was at work.
The family car, parked in the garage unless Dad was at work.
The family vacation, perhaps a day at
Morse Museum, or an afternoon at Mascoma Lake or Crystal Lake
Fishing Bloods Brook and being disdainful of the little stocked trout with white meat, but keeping them anyway.
Hanging around the garage, being impressed with the FWD, and Eddie Fitzgerald's wrecked LaSalle.
Fishing Bloods Brook and being disdainful of the little stocked trout with white meat, but keeping them anyway.
Hanging around the garage, being impressed with the FWD, and Eddie Fitzgerald's wrecked LaSalle.
The family pew, always the very same
one in the Congregational Church
The family get together, usually at my
grandparent's big farm house.
Going to a two room, eight grade school - the big kids (4th graders) had the window aisle and I so wanted to be a big kid and sit along those windows. Eventually, I did, but the very next year, I was in the other room and along the wall side. Tsk.
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