Childhood Memories

[rhertz]

Originally Posted by Al Swearengen

Man...your mention of "Red Man" brings back some good memories! I chewed Red Man Wintergreen for years...finally had to give it up. Just a whiff of it'll take me back.

I can proudly say that I never had a chew of Red Man.. I tried once, but I just couldn't do it. But I did dip snuff once or twice as a young'n... Or maybe I snorted it!

[Al Swearengen]

Originally Posted by rhertz

I can proudly say that I never had a chew of Red Man.. I tried once, but I just couldn't do it. But I did dip snuff once or twice as a young'n... Or maybe I snorted it!

Yeah, I used to dip "Hawken" wintergreen...more memories. Yeah, theres that ultra-fine ground snuff powder for snortin...I could never get into that.

[Morpheus]

Originally Posted by Al Swearengen

Yeah, I used to dip "Hawken" wintergreen...more memories. Yeah, theres that ultra-fine ground snuff powder for snortin...I could never get into that.

I used to chew redman, or preferably beech nut. I still chew on long car trips. It keeps me awake. Drives the Mrs. nuts though.

[rhertz]

Originally Posted by Al Swearengen

Yeah, I used to dip "Hawken" wintergreen...more memories. Yeah, theres that ultra-fine ground snuff powder for snortin...I could never get into that.

When I was about 4 years old, my parents left me with an old lady babysitter who used to snort snuff... Very weird... I just went back to watching Star Trek and eating my delicious Swanson TV dinner.... Nothing wrong with being in your own world...

[Al Swearengen]

Oh yeah, Beechnut was good too. Yeah, old ladies who snort snuff...thats kinda scary. Mmmm..Swanson TV Dinners...Yum...makin me hungry!

[Morpheus]

Originally Posted by rhertz

When I was about 4 years old, my parents left me with an old lady babysitter who used to snort snuff... Very weird... I just went back to watching Star Trek and eating my delicious Swanson TV dinner.... Nothing wrong with being in your own world...

Originally Posted by Al Swearengen

Oh yeah, Beechnut was good too. Yeah, old ladies who snort snuff...thats kinda scary. Mmmm..Swanson TV Dinners...Yum...makin me hungry!

One of my fondest childhood memories was going to the grocery store and picking out my TV dinner. I usually went for the fried chicken with the cobbler that you had to leave covered until the end. Not so fond was waiting the 45 minutes to an hour for the damn thing to cook. As I got older I switched to the El Charrito Saltillo Platter. Ole!

[Al Swearengen]

Originally Posted by Morpheus

One of my fondest childhood memories was going to the grocery store and picking out my TV dinner. I usually went for the fried chicken with the cobbler that you had to leave covered until the end. Not so fond was waiting the 45 minutes to an hour for the damn thing to cook. As I got older I switched to the El Charrito Saltillo Platter. Ole!

I LOVE the El Charitto Saltillo Platter! I figured I was the only guy in the state that ate those damn things! Nice to meet a kindred spirit!

[Al Swearengen]

How about the NightHawk Western Charbroil? Yeah!

[Morpheus]

Originally Posted by Al Swearengen

I LOVE the El Charitto Saltillo Platter! I figured I was the only guy in the state that ate those damn things! Nice to meet a kindred spirit!

I knew I liked you Al.

[Morpheus]

Perhaps if we could persuade Joe to eat a saltillo platter, it might change his perspective.

[Pocahontas]

Okay Pie was your first pie a mud one? I can so remember sitting out under a big ole oak tree on my great grandmother's farm in Simsboro making those mud pies. It was fun getting dirty. We also went swimming in the pond and played in the barn in piles of hay and no telling what else. And yes I even fired a gun at some bottles and cans. The noise scared me to death though.
Ma bathed us at night in some kind of aluminum tub due to a shortage of well water. Thanks for jarring my memory on this thread! See I'm not a total city slicker...my mom's family were country folks!

[piemaker720]

Originally Posted by Pocahontas

Okay Pie was your first pie a mud one? I can so remember sitting out under a big ole oak tree on my great grandmother's farm in Simsboro making those mud pies. It was fun getting dirty. We also went swimming in the pond and played in the barn in piles of hay and no telling what else. And yes I even fired a gun at some bottles and cans. The noise scared me to death though.
Ma bathed us at night in some kind of aluminum tub due to a shortage of well water. Thanks for jarring my memory on this thread! See I'm not a total city slicker...my mom's family were country folks!

Is I did the mud pie thing, I can relate to the bath. My dad's dad was from Newellton in Tensas parish. Their house was in the sticks, dirt road, surrounded by cotton fields.They had an out house and we took our baths in a number 3 wash tub on the back step in front of the world. They also had well water, these kids of today would not have faired well back then. We slept at night at night with the window open [ it had no screen on it[, there was no air conditioner. One night we were asleep and a cat jumped through the window and landed in the bed with us. About made all of us have a heart attack, especially whe we could hear the panthers hollering in the field around the house. Funny what simple times those were, except for hoeing or picking cotton.

[piemaker720]

I have a childhood memory that just hit me. I guess I was about 16 and my boyfriend was over at the house with a group of us. We thought we would play a joke on him and lit some of those smoke bombs and set them in his car. Damn things tinted his windows and his coat that was lying on the back seat. His windows was different colors and would not wash off. Shocked all of us including him.

[piemaker720]

This memory is from my dating period. I was dating this guy who I will call Charles and he drove a truck cross country. Well he left out on a trip and I never heard from him again. So after 3 months I said heck with this, not even a phone call, so I start dating Tommy. After 3 months it was my birthday and Tommy and I was going out with friends to party. The place we went to was owned by a friend of mine where everyone hung out. Well that afternoon Charles shows up at my door to surprise me after 6 months of not hearing from him. Well I told him I was dating Tommy because I never heard from him, not even a phone call. He left and went to the bar where we was suppose to go that night. A friend of mine called saying Charles was there and was talking about me. Hey I look at it this way, If you care for someone and can't be with them at least phone so they know you care. Any how when I got there that night Charles was hugged up with this ole girl at a table. Me and my group was at the end of the bar and they were telling me what all Charles had said. Well after a hour I told my friends watch this, they knew I was up to something. I went over to the table where Charles was with this girl. I yelled you SOB leave me home with five kids, no food or money while you are out here chasing other girls. I hit the table with my hand the other girl hauled butt and I walked off. Everyone was laughing. After a few minutes Charles came over and ask me why I done that. I told him he did not have to talk about me the way he did just because he could not call me and I didn't wait 6 months. He was not mad, we are still friends but that girl ran everytime she saw me after that.

[Morpheus]

Originally Posted by rhertz

I can proudly say that I never had a chew of Red Man.. I tried once, but I just couldn't do it. But I did dip snuff once or twice as a young'n... Or maybe I snorted it!

When I was 10 or so my friend and I were lounging about on the porch eating "push ups", you know, those orange sherbet ice creams in the cardboard tube with the plastic disc and handle. I remember finishing my push up and daydreaming about building a toy car from the plastic parts when my friend produced a can of Skoal bandits, which were conveniently packaged pinches of snuff inside a fine mesh bag so that the snuff didn't get all your mouth.

We both placed one "between the cheek and gums" and started on the 5-6 block walk to soccer practice at a local elementary school, spitting every other step whether we needed to or not. About halfway there I began to feel dizzy and discarded my "dip". My friend was able to hold his for maybe a few more strides, but then he was done too.

First on the agenda at soccer practice-LAPS! We both completed two laps and came back to take a knee. By now the field was spinning. I don't remember feeling sick, but soon enough my friend and I were on our hands and knees with a good square yard of orange foam between us!