Do You Remember
It’s been said that “if you remember the sixties, you weren’t really there.” I must respectfully disagree. Introducing a new series about a decade that no one in our country should every forget about.
How many of you remember this line: “Lawzee, scope them turkeys out!”
For nearly a century after emancipation, black people couldn’t eat at the same restaurants, use the same toilet facilities, stay at the same hotels, go to the same schools as whites, or live in certain places. And then a black woman refused to give up her bus seat and sparked the Civil Rights Movement.
When I was growing up, the Fourth of July meant many things. There were picnics with homemade ice cream, potato salad, watermelon, and BBQ. Flags were flown on just about every front porch. Concerts with stirring patriotic music were held in the courthouse gazebo. But the most enjoyable part of the Fourth of July involved fireworks.
During George Brite’s thirty-four-year tenure at SPS, many of his students went on to become accomplished and widely-acclaimed musicians, conductors, and high school band directors.
Before Reasor’s Rewards or Warehouse Market’s blue Magic Coins, there was S&H Green Stamps.
Is there still a place for April Fools’ Day, in today’s world of 24/7 satire?
Those of us who grew up in the 1950s and 1960s lived under strict rules of behavior. One of those rules was our curfew.
Blue Laws, like the one that’s up for a vote on Tuesday, have largely been repealed, but a handful of them still exist.
High school was a place where I was no longer a “little kid,” but that didn’t mean that there weren’t hijinks from time to time.