For Lent this year, I thought I would (attempt to?) give up saying bad things. The root of this is primarily work-related negativity; however, it carries into all areas of my life. Just try cutting me off on my drive to work . . .
Which brings me to the fact that I grew up in a house where swearing, or even using phases that smacked remotely of cursing, was verboten. No room for negotiation.
So today's Casey Kasem long distance dedication goes out to my wonderful mother because every time I hear it on the radio (which admittedly is a lot lately), it reminds me of my proper upbringing. Sorry for the lapse mom.
Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Back in the Day
Wow, this video brings back so many memories. Taking the bus downtown with my mom to go to the dentist and stopping to watch the clock at Midtown Plaza. Going to dinner at the Spring House many, many times. Riding our bikes down a relatively quiet Monroe Avenue to Pittsford Plaza and eating french fries at the cafeteria in Woolworth's. Picking up the latest 45s at J.C. Penney. Getting our new shoes for the school year at Altier's -- where they measured your feet and made sure they fit perfectly. And getting S&H green stamps at the supermarket, affixing them to the coupon books and leafing through the catalog for free goodies.
Great childhood. Fun video.
Great childhood. Fun video.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Richie
I just posted a note on the memorial page at Miller Funeral Homes website under the obituary for Richard S. Doser who passed away yesterday at the age of 87.
"Rich was our carrier in Pittsford when I was growing up and I LOVED him. We called him "Richie the mail man." My friend Steve and I (and our dogs Barney and Wendy) followed him as he walked throughout our entire neighborhood every single day. He was the nicest man on the planet and he would let us put the mail in our own mailboxes which was a huge treat. (Seriously! Mind you, it was the early 1970s and I was like six years old.) I've thought about him a lot over the years and now wish I had reached out to say "hello." His memory is very special to me. With ALL of that said, I'm very, very sorry for your loss. Your entire family is in my prayers."
May God bless Richie the mailman. And may he rest in peace.
"Rich was our carrier in Pittsford when I was growing up and I LOVED him. We called him "Richie the mail man." My friend Steve and I (and our dogs Barney and Wendy) followed him as he walked throughout our entire neighborhood every single day. He was the nicest man on the planet and he would let us put the mail in our own mailboxes which was a huge treat. (Seriously! Mind you, it was the early 1970s and I was like six years old.) I've thought about him a lot over the years and now wish I had reached out to say "hello." His memory is very special to me. With ALL of that said, I'm very, very sorry for your loss. Your entire family is in my prayers."
May God bless Richie the mailman. And may he rest in peace.
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