I'm often wondering when I could 'make' time to write up some of my own personal history - not that it's been that exciting so far but there are certainly some things I'd like to make clear to my descendants and the odd thing or two I think I might be the only one to know about now - or, at least, the only one who can remember.
Reminiscing about my university days yesterday I was realizing I could likely start a good chunk of my personal history beginning...I remember when.
So just 'for fun' here are a few things here - (in no particular order at all).
Following John (Diefenbaker's) footsteps on a Vancouver sidewalk (perhaps to my mother's embarrassment. She was then pretty much a capital L Liberal, federally speaking, meaning for the national Liberal Party, and not Diefenbaker's Progressive Conservative Party).
When Vancouver area pedestrians crossed the street first, and vehicles had to wait
My first British Columbia history project
And later joining in the Nestle boycott
Nickel candy (I don't think I'm really old enough to remember penny candy.)
Vancouver fogs (Now known as pollution.)
When boys were boys, and girls (some anyway) were cross about it
'Party line' telephone service
When I was planning on having 6 kids
My son telling someone,'Mum reads even the small print'.
Thinking I might have been adopted
My first computer
When I had (and occasionally even signed) a nickname
Baking my first chocolate cake (it 'bounced'.)
Wearing a hat (and gloves) to church
My Grandma and Grandpa Rogers (I do wish I remembered them so much better though.)
Strawberry tarts at Woodward's store in downtown Vancouver
When my very favourite thing was reading (That's NEVER changed!)
My 21st birthday present from my father (a bottle of Kahlua)
Getting a new outfit for Easter
Separate basement recreation areas for girls and for boys in school.
Singing songs from The Merry Widow while dancing out of Vancouver's Stanley Park after a Theatre Under The Stars show (1956)
When my favourite colour was blue. (Before that, green; never pink.)
My dad answering the private business line as 'City Morgue'. Grandma Scott (my Na) didn't appreciate that!