another beautiful outdoor adventure day
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“in this modern world where activity is stressed almost to the point of mania,
quietness as a childhood need is too often overlooked.”
-margaret wise brown, american children’s book author
when we were growing up
our mom would buy bridge mix
for when she had company coming over
my sibs and i
would quietly sift through and pick out all of our favorite pieces
leaving the rest
we each chose our favorites
until there were not many left at all
i think we left my mother
the giant nuts covered in chocolate and perhaps a cream or two
probably no one’s favorites
we just couldn’t help ourselves
reasoning out if we each only took a few
no one would notice
but the math was not on our side
nor was our mother, in this case.
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bridge mix info: (you never know when you will need this info):
bridge mix: consisting of nuts, fruits, and cremes, covered in milk and dark chocolate.
Brach’s is the major US producer of Bridge Mix. Hershey Canada sells it under the name “Bridge Mixture.”
Bridge Mix was formed mainly when the former employee of Hershey Foods dropped the candies from six conveyor belts on a foot bridge. The bridge was used in the plant to repair equipments and was made to tilt to remove the fallen candies. The candies were then placed in big containers around the facility and the staff was allowed to have candies from the “Bridge Mix”. The Bridge mixture was then given a formal name of “Bridge Mix” by the new management. It has also been found that the name “Bridge Mix” comes from the game of cards, “Bridge” since Bridge matches have been considered notorious for getting snacks and candies on the tournament tables.
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“one of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats.”
-iris murdoch
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source credits: brach’s candy company, hershey’s canada, ifood.tv
a very cooperative model, not me, but she has a similar look
can you see her?
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when i was young
i was shy
and used to believe
that if i had sunglasses on
i was invisible
which worked well for me
until i found out
it wasn’t true
tried to remember all that i had done
while thinking i was invisible
and wow.
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“i am more than what you see.”
-ray bans
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photo credit: pinterest
Toy Department during Christmas season in the J.L. Hudson store, Detroit – 1957
loved this view of the toy department at the store during the Christmas season.
toys were displayed on shelves, tables, and display cases,
with decorations featuring elves, a sleigh, and reindeer in background.
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this is where i went every year
all dressed up fancy
to buy little gifts (with help from the elves) for my family
to see santa
to have a special lunch
always, always amazed
by the glamour and magic of it all.
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“like snowflakes, my christmas memories gather and dance –
each, beautiful, unique, and gone too soon.
-deborah whipp
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credits: detroit memories, linda yates rudnicki, j.l. hudson’s
A girl named Madeline, with a vivid imagination and remarkable awareness of how bureaucracy can dash dreams, got her wish when she asked Los Angeles animal control authorities for a license to own a unicorn — if she’s able to find one.
The first-of-its-kind permit came with strings attached, however: The mythical creature must be provided ample exposure to sunlight, moonbeams and rainbows and have its horn polished at least once a month with a soft cloth.
Director Marcia Mayeda of the county Department of Animal Care and Control sent the girl a heart-shaped, rose-colored metal tag with “Permanent Unicorn License” emblazoned on it, along with a white fuzzy unicorn doll with pink ears, purple hooves and a silver horn.
The department’s response came after the girl wrote it a brief letter last month: “Dear LA County, I would like your approval if I can have a unicorn in my backyard if I can find one.”
Its five conditions for unicorn ownership also require that any sparkles or glitter sprinkled on the animal be nontoxic and biodegradable, and that it be fed watermelon at least once a week.
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“reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.”
-C. S. Lewis
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credits: los angeles county animal care and control, AP
first snow of the year – outdoor adventure day
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first time with sustained snow play for many
running, jumping, sticks, snow angels, footprints, chasing,
snow picnic, snow story, snowballs, duck,duck,polar bear game,
lost mittens, noses running, rosy cheeks
eating lots and lots and lots of snow
one said it was the best snack in the world
and it just might be.
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“there is no land like the land of your childhood.”
-michael powell
i loved wearing the costumes of my childhood era
and happily ‘suffered for my art.’
recent neighborhood nextdoor comments on the halloween costumes are wonderful:
They were so ugly but if you made your own costume, it wasn’t cool. We had to buy these things…jumpsuit tore easily, and elastic snapped off mask. And the sweat…and trying to breathe through the tiny mouth hole!
Those masks were so HOT! Didn’t hold us back tho! Was so safe then and went out by ourselves.
You couldn’t see out of them, sometimes the parts that touched your face were sharp, the elastic that held it on got tangled in hair. It is a wonder we survived Halloween in these masks!
then the elastic broke so your mom tied it and was even tighter and hotter!
and tangled it whatever hair was still left!
I’m surprised there weren’t thunderstorms inside the mask with all the condensation from breathing too. My favorite was my Hot Stuff costume. I still have a picture of me in it!
I totally had one of these costume with the mask…but this…this looks like a Pink Floyd video.
It was miserable wearing those masks, but we didn’t care, we wanted that candy !!
Looking back at those costumes, they were actually a little creepy!!
How about the little tiny slit near the mouth so that you could attempt to get air? Your parents couldn’t understand why you had to take it off before you went up the steps of the next house. Your face would be drenched with sweat but you would wipe it off and keep going.
Made of suffocating plastic but we loved them anyway.
happy halloween!
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“when you’re wearing an animal costume and something bad happens,
your facial expression doesn’t change. the animal is deadpan the whole time.
if you’re skiing in a gorilla suit and you fall, you just see a gorilla who has no emotion.
it’s just a stoic gorilla wildly falling down a hill, out of control.”
-dimitiri martin
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photo credit: vintage pinterest
“crack the whip’ sculpture – sunset hills, flint, mi
j. seward johnson, sculptor
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being the youngest in our neighborhood gang
i was often the smallest
finding myself on the end of ‘the whip’ during this game
sometimes it felt like i was flying
and highly likely that i was.
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“being smart as a whip means knowing when not to crack it’
-vera nazarian
back in time on a summer’s day
when your parents thought
you and your friends of all ages
were just pedaling around the block for hours
but in that time you really
explored abandoned houses and those still under construction
built your own underground fort
jumped in the mud to see if it was quicksand
left your socks behind
met a new kid
balanced on a a board going over the water to get to the other side
found a golf ball
explored the gravel pit
rolled down a hill backwards
shared snacks that fell in the dirt
had the best day ever
every single day.
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“keep your children wild, don’t make them grow up too fast.”
– brooke hampton