Never Went Hungry

I remember those red wax lips, they came in different colors in 1965-67.

I tried eating one once.....bleh

Wow, I haven't thoughtof those waxlips for years.  Yes -they were yucky (I suppose allof us had to try them at least once.)

Hi Paul, your little trip down memory lane mad me laugh. I'm 64 and grew up in SW Philadelphia and we use to do the same thing. But, in our case the camp fire was down by the railroad until we got caught and Frank's dad made us a grill out of a five gallon steel bucket. I few holes around the bottom, a piece of heavy wire mesh on top, some charcoal and we had our camp fire in the back yard. 

Not very glamours, but we use to play army sneak attach through the vapor cloud produced by the cities mosquito control trucks that sprayed the neighborhood every few weeks. Nobody told us about DDT! 

The soda bottles went to Campo's store but the hot dogs came out of our mothers refrigerators. I forget what happened to the money we got for the bottles, but I do remember eating alot of Drakes Ring-Dings.

Hi Fellows

As long as we're going down memory lane, here's one that will almost make you cry.

Before we moved to Bethesda, we lived about 12 blocks from Union Station in Washington, DC.  We weren't suppose to but about 3 or 4 of us would run down to the station to watch the trains come in.

I never forget when you walk in the station you almost broke you neck looking up at that high ceiling.  We could stand there for 5 minutes looking at the pigeons flying around that ceiling.  What art work.  When I think back, how I don't know, but we were in awl of the beautiful statues way up high along the ridge near the ceiling.

Then we would go down to the big black iron gates that went out on the platforms to stand there like we were in jail and watch the steam engines come in.  They looked like they were 25 feet high, AND ALL THAT SMOKE.

If we were lucky (and we watched the ticket checkers like a hawk) , to see if they got distracted, and when they did, we would sneak onto the platforms, running through the steam that was being released down near the places where you would stand, and spend hours running back and forth the full length of the platforms watching the trains come in and back out and watch the fancy people come out of the cars that had those private rooms that were very expensive for the average guy.

Once in awhile we would get on a car and run to the other end and jump off.  I never got the nerve up to hide on a train and let it go off somewhere.  I knew I would get strapped to within an inch of my life if I did, so I didn't.

Boy that was the greatest times in a boys life.  It's some of my fondest memories along with learning to ride a horse.

Paul

No...no way you could eat them.  The ones made after the war (Postwar Lips) from about 1945-1955 had pretty good flavor in them for about a ten second chew; then you needed to get rid of them. Never tried the 60's variety, though.

I had an affinity for wax as a kid...I even took bites out of wax fruit...but only once.

Remember those little wax soda bottles that you would drink out of?

I ate one of them once too....bleh bleh

Keep it up...you'll end up in Mme Tussauds Wax Museum.

We used to walk the ACL tracks in town up to where all the ball fields were, but I never did like looking thru the ties on the small trestle down at the water in the Elizabeth River (well, it was mostly swamp but lead to the ER).

The one thing we all did was ride our bikes behind the mosquito man's truck.  With all that DDT bellowing out the back you could just make out the pinkish tint of the brake lights whenever he was stopping, just in time not to ram into his truck (I'm surprised I haven't come down with something yet from breathing all that stuff).

One of my buds father was a Colonel in the National Guard.  He had an attic full of army stuff.  When we played army...we PLAYED army   even ate some rations a couple of times "while on maneuvers".

This is for SJC,

You don't look old enough to remember the Hiser bowling alley in Bethesda.

I used to work there setting pins.  The old fashion way.  After 3 balls were

thrown I would step on a treddle and 15 steel pins would pop up and I would

set the pins with holes in the bottom of them on the pins. Then I would drop

the ball in a high galley and send it back down to the people bowling.

I would get 25 to 50 cents tip when the people left. 

They always got a kick by throwing the quarters down the lane to where I was

Then I would go up to the Hot Shoppe for something to eat.

Corvettte (Paul)

I'll bet none of you remember the Good Humor man when a Good Humor was 10 cents, & if you were lucky, you would get a good Humor that said Lucky Stick on the stick hidden under the ice cream. Next time you would get a free one. How did we get on this TRACK anyway?