Boy Brains

Boy Brains....Boy Brains....Boy Brains....Boy Brains....Boy Brains


Achoo.  Wow, I better put my hand over my mouth so I don't achoo my brains out of my mouth.  Personally, I think that same thing might have happened to a few boys or men, whatever you want to call them.  Sorry boys!

Boys do have different brains.  Let's take those men who like or have Man Caves.  What in the world do they do in those Man Caves?  Oh, I know.  They look at Playboy Magazines and wish to heaven they were sitting in that loverly scene with those beautiful women.  I wonder  what those magazine women have over us beautiful, fat, dowdy, hair not combed, teeth not brushed women of these boys. I mean men.  I can't see why these boys, I mean men, like to look at "Paper Women" when they could have their loverly wife who is still in her bathrobe, the same one he has seen her in for the last 30+ years.

These "Paper Women" can't lean over and kiss the boys on the cheek.  "Paper Women also can't bring the boy's slippers or bring him a beer when he hollers out "bring me a beer".  Oh yes, these "Paper Women" also can't cook a meal for the boys who spend so much time out in the man caves and only come in when they are hungry.  What would they do if the "dowdies" in their life waited until the "Paper Women" cooked the meal.  Lots of skinny boys out in man caves around the world.

Of course, some boys, I mean men, even want wifey to bring the food out to the man cave so he doesn't miss a beat.  But, is that really too bad a thing for wifey?   Just imagine wifey getting a bit more time to slip into a bubble bath with a few candles lit for peace and relaxation, while sipping a glass of bubbly white vino.  Not forgetting the time to clip the toenails and paint them with a nice tone of pink.  Pink tootsies are so comfortable and pretty just like the "Paper Women" wear.  Ahhhhh....time in the Wife Cave.   Away from the paper women of the world and the boy brains.  Yes people, boys, I mean men, do have brains....little as they seem sometime.....boy brains don't grow up.  The boys do grow up, but the brains remain boy brains.  And..... I'm not kidding.


Old Springfield Info and Pictures
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A snowy winter night scene of the Lake Club.  The Lake Club has been known to have been haunted .... so they say.  The following site will give you an idea of why people think it was haunted.  As an aside comment, I went there in the 1970's and felt the willies.  My drink was spilled somehow but none of us at the table could figure out how that drink spilled.  I only went back once more and I had the same willies.  No more for me.  Then it burned down....mysteriously I might say.  oooooohhhhh

http://www.prairieghosts.com/lakeclub.html

 

 

 

Inside of the Lake Club, Springfield, IL

 

 

Springfield's Gulf Mobile Ohio  (GM&O) Train Station waiting room and inside at the ticket counter in 1949.

 

 

 

 

 

Gulf Mobile & Ohio (GM&O) train station - outside in 1949.  Still located on third street corridor between Jefferson and Washington but is now Amtrak. 

Quote For The Day

Two and two the mathematician continues to make four,

in spite of the whine of the amateur for three,

or the cry of the critic for five.

 

--James McNeill

 

 



"When You Thought I Wasn't Looking".....a poem that describes what your child might write to you as a parent.....


When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a prayer,
and I knew that there is a God I could always talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good, and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be..

When you thought I wasn't looking I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking I looked at you and wanted to say,’

Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.'

                                                                ~~~~ Mary Rita Schilke Korzan

 

 

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J'eat Yet?

J'eat Yet?  J'eat Yet?  J'eat Yet?

When in the south talk like 'em.  I'm learning how to do that.  First time I heard "j'eat yet", I definitely didn't know what was being said.  Non-southerner here, believe me.

Then I began to catch on.  It meant "Did you eat yet".  Of course that was what was being said.  Only it was in what I call "mouth shorthand".

I knew what "y'all" meant but, when I heard "chugged full", I was baffled.  What the heck does that mean?  I had to ask the person who was talking as soon as she got done flapping her gums.  I casually said, "what the heck does "chugged full"" mean?  She told me it means full and overflowing.  Well of course it does.....when she first said it, she was filling my water glass and said "if I don't watch it, it will be "chugged full".

One day, in 98 degree weather, and while I was in the lobby of a building, a nice lady was "goin on" about this and that.  The door kept opening and closing and "leaving in" (as she said) hot air.  All at once she said I wish they would "close the newmonina hole".  What???????????  I was so shocked I know my eyes must have been about as big as silver dollars.  So she said...honey haven't you ever heard that?  NOOOOOOOOOO  I haven't.  She said it means I wish they would close the door.  OMG ....  I figured it had something to do with shutting the door, but I sure as heck wasn't going to get "Newmonia" in 98 degree weather.  But she was right.....I wish they would close the door as it was making me hot....but I didn't get "Newmonia" thank goodness.

Through the days, I also heard "well hush my mouth"; "sorry as a two dollar watch" (hey watch that .... I bought the cutest watch for not too much more than two dollars); "on me like white on rice";  awfullest"; "didja"; "crookeder"; "matoes"; "taters"; "tal" (which I think was towel); and "hankering".  One time I asked about ordering some flowers and the clerk kept saying something about the "floors"....I gave up, as I sure didn't want a bunch of floors being sent instead of the flowers I meant to send.  

Then came the very best mouth shorthand I heard on my road to discovery of southern "twang lang" (which is the term I've coined to mean the voice of the south).  I was sitting by a nice lady who said she wasn't feeling well.  I offered to call someone but she said no she would be ok.  All at once she said the heat was making her feel badly and she was a dizzy as a bessy bug.  To me that meant she must be pretty dizzy because if she's likening it to a bug, it had to be bad.  From previous experience with bugs in the south, I knew  I had heard references to a beetle that was called the Betsy Bug.   So, I knew that woman was really feeling dizzy because those Betsy Bugs are huge and ugly with a thingy on the front that looks like a horn. 

More than once, the following was said to me "you must be from the north".  Yes I am from the north came the response from me....  but I went on to clarify that I sure wished I was from the south.  So from now on I will have to claim ...... "American by birth - southern by the grace of God".  And, I will leave it at that.  Have to leave now and find some vittles as I really have a hankering for a big piece of old southern pecan (spoken with a long "e") pie and tater salad with a big slab of fried catfish with a toppin of remoulade sauce.  Yummee. 

I bet when I left the south, my new southern friends probably were talking about my northern accent and I was probably called a Redneck more than once.  And, because I kept asking questions like "Huh?",  I was probably labeled as one who doesn't have a lick of good sense or at least that I was so dumb that my brother-in-law was probably also my uncle.   And, they probably think that all of the Lite/Lower Fat Spam I've eaten over the years has caused cholesterol buildup in my brain veins and has caused me to be unable to understand "God's" language for the south.

Ya gotta love that twang lang y'all.  I'm gonna learnt that twang lang as soon as I can.


Old Time Stuff

 

Petersburg - Harris Opera House

 

 

 

Petersburg - Market Day Around the Square

 

 

 

 

 

Greenview - Marbold House with family in the yard 

 

 

 

Springfield - Champion Gas Station.

Unknown location at this time.

Quote For The Day

The only thing that overcomes hard luck is hard work

--Harry Golden

Greenview Fall Garage Sales
Fall town wide garage sales are October 6 from 8 am to 1 pm.

Death
Wayne Hohimer passed away on August 30.  He was born April 29, 1923.  He is survived by his wife Eloise, and daughters Karen Setzer and Shelly Cassen of Greenview; daughter-in-law Sheila Hohimer of Springfield; nine grandchildren; thirteen great grandchildren; and one sister, Shirley Milas of Lockport.


Once upon a time I thought about writing a book of poetry.  The thought went around and around in my mind and then I threw that silly idea out the window and decided that I wasn't ready to write a book of poems which most people wouldn't understand.  My problem is that people are always trying to determine what an author means with every word written.  

I remember back to my high school years when we were given a poem and then told to write about what it meant.  My mind always went blank.  How would I know what the author meant when he himself might not have known what he meant.  An author sometimes just writes what comes to mind with no thought to what he/she actually means.

It seems that every teacher I always had knew exactly what the author meant.  This was before I became wise and found out that the interpretation was the teacher's own interpretation of what it meant.....and when I wrote what I thought it meant, it never jived with the teacher.  Then I had a college instructor who put our class wise on interpretations and how authors sometimes never think about what the passage means...they just write.  And he also told us that just because a teacher has an interpretation of what it means doesn't mean that's what it meant.  Dang it....I always wrote down my interpretation for my high school teacher and I probably could have passed those classes after all.

So now I write for fun and who the heck cares what it means.  Sometimes I write random thoughts and most of the time these make sense .... but sometimes they don't make a lick of sense and are dumb besides.   Guess that's why I haven't yet decided to write my book of poetry or even finish my unfinished novel which was started long ago and is still waiting for my next thoughts.  Perhaps one day I will get the urge to write poetry and finish the novel.  But maybe I won't.  For now, I'll just continue to bore my readers on this blog with my whimsical words of wisdom....I think that's what they are. 

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"Sticks in My Craw"

My craw must be full of sticks.

For so many years I've heard the old phrase "sticks in ones craw or "sticks in my craw".  First of all, I didn't even know I had a craw.  So, to find out where my craw was,  I did an anatomy google search.  Birds have craws, and then it says an animal's stomach.  I got a little worried when I typed in the search on google as it kept changing my word craw to crab.  No I didn't want to know if humans have crabs, I wanted to know if humans have a craw.

Yes, I know Mr. Googleman, I know humans can have crabs and humans can also eat crabs (the right kind of course) but I assume that I need a craw to eat a crab or anything else for that matter.   Mr. Googleman (or if it Mrs. Googlewoman I wonder) is my craw in my throat?  But did he answer me?  NO NO NO.  What came up was the word crop and then it went on to explain that a crop was also called a coup or a craw but geeze Mr. Googleman was talking about a stomach where food was stored before digestion and then said like an earthworm, bird, leeches.  For some reason I really don't think I got an answer from Mr. or Mrs. Google person.  Dang it!!!  I really wanted to know where my craw was.

From now on anytime I hear someone say it sticks in their craw, I'm going to picture a big old earthworm, fat and dirty and creepy crawly, dropping food into their craw.  I know that what the person really means is something is bothering the person who doesn't have a craw, and that situation is very annoying and it really ticks off the person who doesn't really have a craw. 

My deduction of the situation is that I really don't have a craw until I say "something sticks in my craw", then I must have a craw and it must be full as heck because a lot of things annoy the heck out of me, including lots of people, stupid drivers, high gas prices, my utility bills, and the list goes on but I forgot one important thing that really bothers me, and that's a person who uses long sentences with no break, like this one.  The former sentence really sticks in my craw.  You be the judge.  Annoying isn't it?

 

This is a 1935 picture of the Illinois State Fairgrounds Coliseum.

This was the site of the Republican Convention starting on

June 8, 1935. 

 

 

 

South 5th Street Streetcar, Springfield.

Unknown date but I would guess the 1930's

 

 

 

The following is documentation of particular incidences in Springfield, IL area history.

 

 

April  1917 - An earthquake of moderate intensity occurred at 2:58 p.m. on the 9th of April.  It was felt as a series of rather rapid oscillations in a direction from east to west and lasting about one second each.  Reports indicate that shocks occurred at most Central and Southern Illinois locations.  No damage was done.  Instances were reported of houses jarring violently, people being frightened, telephone bells ringing and shutters on switchboards being jarred open by the vibrations.  At some of the fire stations in Springfield, the men were roused from bed by the "rocking of the beds".  (This was from an earthquake centered at Desota, Missouri and was rated as a category VI on the modified Mercali Intensity Scale - which would be between 5.0 and 5.9 on the Richter Scale.

 

January 1918 - One of the most serious traffic damaging conditions on record occurred the 10th - 14th.  With an accumulated depth of 9.5 inches on ground, snow began falling at 7:45 on the 10th, and by 8:00 am of the 11th it was being driven by a brisk northwest wind, increasing, and accompanied by rapidly falling temperature. The snowfall ended at 5:20 pm amounting to 5.4 inches: but a strong wind continuing caused the light and fluffy snow to drift badly until late of the night on the 12th, although there have been deeper individual drifts in previous storms.  By 3:00 am on the 12th the temperature had fallen to 20 degrees below zero, breaking all former minimum records for January with the exception of that month in1884.

 

"During the day (11th) traffic was considerably hampered, and from Friday night (11th) until Sunday evening (13th) was entirely suspended with the exception of the Illinois Traction System, which maintained occasional service to Decatur and Elkhart. By Sunday evening (13th), all railroads except the C&A managed to operate one or two trains two and from Springfield. No train entered or left the city from Friday night (11) until Monday morning (14th) on the C&A, and their Peoria Division was not in operation until Thursday the 17th. City traffic, in general, was badly demoralized and street car service seriously impaired. Considerable difficulty was experienced Friday, and on Saturday conditions were still worse: three lines not operating, and all cars taken off at 7:00 p.m. Partial service was resumed Sunday. The entire Second Street line, however, was not operated from Friday until Sunday evening.

 

"The unusual combination of deep and drifting snow with high wind and extremely low temperatures produced a condition unprecedented in years. During the night of the 13th, 1.7 inches more of snow fell, making a total accumulated depth of 16.3 inches, which is the greatest depth of snow on ground ever recorded.
 

Quote For The Day

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead.

Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.

Just walk beside me and be my friend.

--Albert Camus

 

 

I saw the following the other day and about laughed my socks off.  Each day we need to laugh a whole bunch just to ward of the evils of the day.  Enjoy!

 

"A couple was going on vacation but his wife was on a business trip so he went to the destination first and his wife was to meet him there the next day.

 

When he reached his hotel,  he decided to send his wife a quick email.

 

Unfortunately, when he typed her email address, he mistyped a letter and his email was delivered instead to an elderly preacher's wife whose husband had passed away the day before.

 

When the grieving widow checked her email, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor in a dead faint.

 

At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the monitor screen:

 

Dearest Wife,

Just got checked in.  Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow. 

 

p.s.  Sure is hot down here.

 

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Does the term "My Bad" irratate you?

WHAT A COP OUT THIS PHRASE IS!

I detest hearing someone saying "My bad" and especially if that person is older than a teenager.  To me it means the person knows they did or said something wrong but they sure aren't apologizing for doing/saying it.  Is this ghetto speak or what?  Or maybe another slang term like "baby daddy".   I sure would hate to hear a professional say this!

I also think it's usually said in a rather condescending tone which makes it even worse.  To me its not sincere at all.  What's wrong with saying "oops I made a mistake" or "sorry about that".  Either of those is much better and these not only states a mistake was made but apologizes about the mistake. When someone says it to me or around me,  I have upon occasion immediately asked "your bad what  --  bad attitude, bad mistake, bad day, bad language, bad what??" 

Each time I hear it I picture in my mind a naughty but haughty snotty nosed child saying the words.  Even if it actually is an adult I still picture the snot nosed child.

If they don't want to come out and say they made a mistake maybe it would be better if they spoke in Italian to say they made a mistake and say "mea culpa".  That way most people wouldn't know the person is admitting to a mistake.  But saying "me bad" just doesn't get it in my book!   Maybe I shouldn't even care but maybe I'm getting more sensitive about our American language in my old age.   Hard nosed aren't I.?!?! And, that's coming from the trailer park trash humor queen!


Random old pictures/things in Illinois

 

Union Pacific High Speed Streamliner in 1934 in Chicago.

This was a three car unit on this.

 

 

 

 

1940's Chicago La Salle Station

Streamlined Steam Engine between Chicago and New York City

 

 

 

 

 

B & O railroad.  Streamlined engine 1949 at the Rail Fair in

Chicago.

 

 

 

 

 

Original Menard county courthouse.

 

 

 

 

Lincoln Illinois Spiegel store downtown

 

 

Quote For The Day

 

Don't cry because it's over,

smile because it happened.

--Dr. Seuss

 

 

There are some best lines in movies which will never be forgotten.  Of course there were some that should have been forgotten because they were just horrible.

 

 

Some of my most favorite movie lines are:

 

***  Listen to me mister.  You're my knight in shining armour.  Don't you forget it.  You're going to get back on that horse, and I'm going to be right behind you, holding on tight and away we're gonna go, go, go.     From: On Golden Pond

 

*** Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.   From:  Gone With The Wind

 

*** Love means not ever having to say I'm sorry.

From:  Love Story

 

***  Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.  From:  The Godfather Part II 

 

 

 

 

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Swimming In A Borrowed Suit

Swimming in someone's suit?

To swim is wonderful if you like to swim.  But if you hate water, it's maybe not good.  And, in order to swim, you say you will have to borrow someone's suit......well that sounds like something I might not do.....nope on second thought, never would I do that. 

First of all, someone's suit might not fit.  You have to try to find one that will fit all portioned or unportioned parts of your body.  If you're a woman and are top heavy, then you'll need to find one with big enough boob cups to fit you.  And when you do, your smaller hips might have lots of baggy material just hanging there.  When the butt factor is what gives you trouble, that much bigger size you need just to cover your butt cheeks, might give you what is known as "saggy cups".  This could mean that your boobs might wander around and even fall out when there's too much room.

A person must realize that even a department store won't let you try on swimsuits without leaving on your underdrawers.  Now why would that be?  Ohhhhhh ick!  Can you imagine someone trying on a suit in a store and that person has the unspoken but gross V-A-G-I-N-A infection.   Or, even worse, it could be something else (sperminskis maybe).   Oh crap!  That suddenly makes me want to barf and never try on a swimsuit again.  Of course this body says to me, you should never try on a swimsuit because you look so terrible, and if you really bought one and went out into the world,  you would become the Eighth Wonder of the World .... otherwise defined as a classical construction of an antiquity .... a fat antiquity at that.

At this point, I see that I have four options.  Never borrow someone's swimsuit if I feel the urge to go swimming when it's hot.  Secondly, the other option is to choose to swim only when no one is looking because my suit might not fit.  Thirdly, is to not go swimming at all.  And fourth and maybe the best is to don't borrow a swimsuit.....get nekid and go swimming butt nekid while it's dark.  That way no one will see the eighth wonder of the world having a good time with an "unborrowed swimsuit"..... that eighth wonder classical antiquity will be in the "suit" she was born with.

Illinois State Fair

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1912 Illinois State Fair Coliseum with a covered walkway

Illinois State Fair Coliseum Building 1908

mid 1940's Illinois State Fair Happy Hallow

Illinois State Fair Machinery Hall 1910

Quote For The Day

A fanatic is one who can't change his mind

and won't change the subject.

--Sir Winston Churchill

This weekend will see lots of fireworks and kids calling out ooohs and aaahs.  But is it a good time to light those fireworks when our area is so drought sticken?  

I personally think that this year, fireworks should be banned so that a wildfire doesn't become a first for this area.  Not that a wildfire would burn acres and acres like it does in the forests of the western states, but there are small towns and subdivions in the woods (mine)  which could go up in a puff of smoke.

If you are a person who has a bunch of fireworks to set off to give a few people a bunch of laughs, think hard about this being the right time to give a few laughs when it could result in a lot of persons suffering from fires.  Their tears are not worth a few laughs for others.  The trade off isn't worth it in my book.

Have a good holiday weekend.  It will be a hot one for most of us so take precautions and drink lots of fluids!!

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Chinese Fire Drill

What is a Chinese fire drill?

As I thought about a Chinese fire drill, a big old smile came to my face.  I hadn't thought about this term for about 40 years. Maybe you know what it is, but maybe you don't.  This could have been a thing in the Midwest, I just don't know. 

When I was young a group of kids would hang together and ride around for hours. Of course, most of us had our parents' huge old cars to drive and they were so roomy and big, so about 6 to 8 kids could pile in with ease.  And, at that time, gasoline was about $.25 per gallon....yes, I said a quarter a gallon.  We would all pitch in a quarter to get gas to cruise so we always had plenty of gas.

The thing to do was go to the capitol city to cruise the two popular drive-in restaurants.  And, cruise we did, but we had to drive from one place to another which was from the south part of town to the north part of town.  In between we had to do something, so we would do Chinese Fire Drills.  Sometimes over and over again.

So what the heck is it you say?   Well....I'll tell you to ease your curiosity!

A Chinese Fire Drill is............Stop at a red light and all people on the driver's side would run around and get in on the passenger side and all people on the passenger side would run around to the driver's side and get in.

We did this time and time again.....except the driver would normally stay in place since it was the driver's car.   We thought it was fun and it kept us out of trouble.  Keep in mind we didn't have drugs back then....maybe a spot of alcohol but drugs were just not a thing we did.  So, we did good clean fun things .... some might have been stupid and no rhyme or reason as so why we thought they were fun.....but the Chinese Fire Drill just was fun.  And afterwards we giggled until we thought we would pee our panties.  And, we definitely giggled until the next time someone called out "Chinese Fire Drill". 

It might be fun to see if us old codgers could still do this......the young ones in the different cars at the stop light might think we have dementia but we would have the last laugh.  Try it sometime!


Hot Tyme In The Old Town

Bressmer's Downtown Department Store May 2, 1948

Bressmer's after the fire (huge damage on the right side)

Inside after the fire.

Bressmer's before the 1948 fire.

Quote For The Day

If you don't know where you're going,

you will probably end up somewhere else.

--Laurence J. Peter

Have you ever seen monkeys picking at another monkey?  One monkey will spread apart the hair and look and look.  Whatcha think they're looking for?  Fleas and lice and dry skin! That's what....grooming at its best.  And I've read they do this a lot after they've had a fight....to make up. 

I love watching these monkeys clean up another's flea and lice population.  At least it's cute until they get down to the private parts area...then it becomes pretty gross to see the way they do that.

They don't talk to each other during the process, so it seems the pickee is loving the feel of the picker's

monkey digits going through the pickee's hair.

hmmm.....wonder if I could get the other person in my house to do a bit of monkey clean up business.....don't think I have any fleas or lice but maybe dry skin which needs to come off.  Try it....you might like it!

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Being Old and Not Liking It

Ya say you're stiff....ha ha ha .... you're old maybe.

I'm so tired of getting up from bed or just up from the sofa and feeling joint pain.  It seems that my body screams.....but I suddenly realize it's not my body screaming, it's me, from the dang pain I'm going through just from getting up.  Is this happening to everyone in this small town?  Is it peculiar to small town life?  (ie nothing much to do, except for sitting around)

Another pain every morning has become my motto in the last few years.  Apparently when the pains start coming to a person, it's a warning to that person that the "official old age era" has hit!!  And I sure don't like it.  It seems mine gets worse every day, not just worse each year.....so does that mean I'm aging by the day I would ask???  But, of course, when I ask that question, no one answers me, so I guess I must form my own conclusions.....and the answer to my question is.....h*ll yes you're getting older by the day.....and you're a dummy if you think otherwise.  My reponse to that is....ok wise-arse......I was just asking.

So here I sit for hours at a time at my computer, with my knees stiffening with each hour I sit here.  SO...... my cure for that is..... not to give up my precious computer which has almost become a part of my body, but instead to stand in front of my computer for half the time I'm on it....at least my unhealthy knees and butt which is getting bigger and bigger from sitting so much, will not be so abused.  Amen.

Old Springfield

Entrance to Camp Lincoln, Springfield, 1910

Chicago & Midland Locomotive 2007

Springfield, 1950's

CIPS ice delivery truck early 1900's,

Springfield

Demolition of the old City Hall, Springfield,

7th and Monroe, June 28, 1961

Old City Hall, Springfield, 7th & Monroe 1908

Lamplighter Motel out by the Lake Springfield bridge

Parts of this still stand and are used as apartments.

Quote For The Day

A sence of humor is a part of

the art of leadership, getting along

with people, of getting things done.

--Dwight D. Eisenhower

How many nicknames do you have?  I have lots, and, most peeps probably do.  My most common nickname is "hey you"!  When people yell "hey you", I just know they are talking to me so I stop and listen to the important message they have for me.  Usually it's more in the form of a revised version of sign language....I call it "finger language" for sure, but for the most part when they yell "hey you" I get the "sign language one finger message".

Of course "hey you" isn't my only nickname.  I was once called "Boob" by an old neighbor who was straight from the hills of Kentucky.  That nickname stuck with me even after she moved back to Kentucky, and, when I once drove down to Kentucky to visit her, her first word when she saw me was "Boob".  God rest her soul for sure.

Curly Rae was another nickname.....as a child an old German neighbor's son used to visit our house often.  He loved my long natuarally curly hair (long gone) and he knew my middle name was Rae so it just stuck.  And at least one of my siblings, still calls me that name.

Carly has always been a nickname....through school, and in my working days, Carly stuck. 

Once I started doing history research and writing this blog, a nickname fell upon my head....."trailer park humorist".  That has stuck and I've made several references to this nickname, but.....I'm still trying to discover what the heck is a "trailer park humorist"???? 

 In addition to all of the above, I've been referred many times to being a "history buff", "car enthusiast", "witch" (and similar with one letter changed), "jerk", "idiot", "sicko", "pyscho", "betty crocker", "doll", "doll lady", "mama", "mom", "mother", "mamalama", "grandma", "grammie", "gram" and "honey".....those are the ones I can quickly recall.

Let me tell you.....I have so many nicknames, I can hardly remember my real name.  And, I sure don't know which of the nicknames best suits me.....I guess it depends upon the occasion and the interaction with a person.

So for now, I will sign off.....as the trailer park humorist.  Simply because I'm fascinated with this misnomer (??? maybe or maybe not).  Adios!

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