I have been reading t
The Saturday Evening Post and have enjoyed it ever since my MOTHER introduced me to it. This was sometime in the early 1950’s. I have enjoyed it all these years. I was born in January 1947. This year I turned 75. I never thought I would last this long as my father died in 1959. I was the oldest at 12 and my youngest sibling was 2 out of 6 kids. Of course I was the sngel of the bunch. I hope my mother is not reading this! LOL!
Well, as always, the most degrading ones are (usually) the funniest. It looks like table tennis or ping=pong was becoming quite the thing in the 50’s. Number 5 (also at top) has to be the worst. This poor wife landing in the coal storage area to retrieve that ball ALL covered in soot?! Number 2 with dad landing in the trash can? Sheesh!
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I have been reading t
The Saturday Evening Post and have enjoyed it ever since my MOTHER introduced me to it. This was sometime in the early 1950’s. I have enjoyed it all these years. I was born in January 1947. This year I turned 75. I never thought I would last this long as my father died in 1959. I was the oldest at 12 and my youngest sibling was 2 out of 6 kids. Of course I was the sngel of the bunch. I hope my mother is not reading this! LOL!
Well, as always, the most degrading ones are (usually) the funniest. It looks like table tennis or ping=pong was becoming quite the thing in the 50’s. Number 5 (also at top) has to be the worst. This poor wife landing in the coal storage area to retrieve that ball ALL covered in soot?! Number 2 with dad landing in the trash can? Sheesh!