By Staff
I remember long before Dowagiac had a sewage disposal plant.
All of our sewage was discharged into the Dowagiac Creek at several different places.
The one place I distinctly remember was down by the old water works by Lions Park.
This wa a choice place where us young kids went to catch minnows like chubs, horny heads and shiners.
These were the minnows used to catch bass and pike, or pickerels.
These minnows used to congregate where the large sewer pipe dumped into the creek.
It was quite a disgusting sight to see raw sewage going into the pristine waters of the Dowagiac Creek.
Don't you think Dunkin' Donuts should be called Dunkin' Friedcakes, like what we used to call doughnuts?
Well, my child bride wife did it again. After we came home the other night in the dark after playing cards with our friends, I had gone in the house while Peg put the car in the garage.
She came into the house all upset because the (blankety blankety) lights would not turn off, so I had to go out and get our car book and find the reason why.
I found out she hit a wrong button when she got out of the car at our friends' house.
You know sometimes these new-fangled cars with all these buttons ain't so great after all, are they?
How many remember a "Taylor Tot?" It was a little metal stroller that had a metal tray in front of a wooden handle and a metal tray for the child's feet to rest on.
The seat was surrounded by carved metal and it had small rubber wheels. These were popular in the 1940s.
Something I remember about my dad was he never wore a necktie with his pants and white shirt, but always wore an open suitcoat.
And when he wore his bib overalls, he always had a starched white shirt underneath them.
Now tell me, why does a 76-year-old man remember things like this?
Do you know some people call Memorial Day Graveyard Day?
When you have a shirt that has arms too long, use a couple of rubber bands as sleeve garters.
Back in the '30s, lots of old houses back then had 10-foot ceilings and lots of large windows.
I remember my folks washing and starching our lace curtains.
They then had to be stretched on a curtain stretcher. This was a wooden frame with rows of sharp, headless nails. After this, they were hung at the windows.
My father had a four-foot chrome rod that was put through the hem on the bottom of the curtain with two little chrome weights that hooked onto the ends of the rod to make the lace curtains hang straight.