We had trolleys that ran on tracks, we had some home deliveries in a horse drawn wagon, milk by Bordens and bread by Whites. I remember the iceman in the Summer, when he turned his back or was making a delivery, we stole chips of ice, heavenly, cold, stolen, ice. And when he returned he would take out that ice pick he had in a leather holder attached to his belt, and chips us off some, and give it to us. It was not as good as the stolen ice.
We listened to the radio, a big Philco. I always sat it awe of it, imagining what the "voices" looked like and where the voices were coming from. We used our imagination, what a great thing that was, vivid pictures in the mind. We got a lot of news, shopping sales, sports, comics and local information, from the newspaper. It was a Sunday morning institution. Dad got the front page, brother Bud got the sports, I got the comics, Mom got it all when she cleaned up. I don't remember her reading the paper. She was a Mom, she took care of the house, cooked, cleaned, I don't think the news was important to her.
In the Fall, we had Halloween and Thanksgiving. In the Winter, Christmas, which was in our house, about a week. Trimmed the tree on Mom's birthday, the 18th, church, a few families we visited, the BIG morning of opening the presents. We did have a play at school, with the Wisemen, the Baby, Mary and Joseph, the Star, Santa. A candy cane was a nice gift. I got my Blue Lionel train one year, late 30's, lights in the cars,a crossing guard that came out of his shack, waved a lantern, logs that rolled on to a flatcar, awesome.
We can never go back, but what a great time it was.
