Yesterday

[4651feeder]

Procured in Kalamazoo last time I went thru ON TARGET, not that I need them just cause...

All I can add is today will become someone's yesterday, remember that as you help shape their memory.

 

[Lmo1131]

The smell of wood smoke on a cold winter morning takes me back to my youth every time.

For me, it's the smell of COAL smoke on a old winter night; haven't smelled THAT for a LONG time now.

 

[Lmo1131]

Boy Scouts in the '60s; camping, fishing, hiking, 3-day canoe trips, building stuff with rope lashings. Led by "real" old men, every one of them a vet, who knew their ****, and didn't put up with any.

 

[BigRed]

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Procured in Kalamazoo last time I went thru ON TARGET, not that I need them just cause...

All I can add is today will become someone's yesterday, remember that as you help shape their memory.

There ya go!

Those are the only ones I can find on the market and I get by the case from time to time.

They aren't as good as the old OBT, but better than anything else out there.

 

[red_zr24x4]

For me, it's the smell of COAL smoke on a old winter night; haven't smelled THAT for a LONG time now.

Oh yeah, we burnt coal in the 70's
That's another smell that brings back memories

 

[DoggyDaddy]

Oh yeah, we burnt coal in the 70's
That's another smell that brings back memories

I remember Dad getting a small load of coal from some of his greenhouse owning buddies when I was a kid, to burn in the fireplace. They all had coal fired boilers to heat the greenhouses back then. I used to take pennies and set them on a flat spot of one of those big chunks of anthracite coal and heat them up red hot, then take them in to the bathroom sink with the fireplace tongs to quench them. I liked seeing the colors they would turn (like case hardening on an old firearm kinda).

 

[red_zr24x4]

I remember going with dad to the grain elevator and getting a pickup load of coal at least once every winter.
He died when I was 8, and its one of a handful of memories I have.
For the life of me I can't figure out where the Elevator was, and I never think to ask mom. Seemed like it took us forever to get there. I can still picture the worn wood plank floor and the old coke machine with the glass door you opened to pull out the bottle pop

 

[DoggyDaddy]

I miss being able to rabbit hunt just down the road from where I live now (in the house I grew up in). Best rabbit hunting I ever experienced. Now there's a BMV and some other offices in a small "strip mall" type of structure there. Just north of Round Hill Cemetery between Old Meridian and 135 if any other southsiders are familiar with the area.

 

[red_zr24x4]

I miss being able to rabbit hunt just down the road from where I live now (in the house I grew up in). Best rabbit hunting I ever experienced. Now there's a BMV and some other offices in a small "strip mall" type of structure there. Just north of Round Hill Cemetery between Old Meridian and 135 if any other southsiders are familiar with the area.

Everywhere we used to rabbit hunt has been sold off, and my cousin (more like a big brother) has passed
I often think about going to South Dakota again to PD hunt, but it wouldn't be the same without Bob

 

[DoggyDaddy]

Everywhere we used to rabbit hunt has been sold off, and my cousin (more like a big brother) has passed
I often think about going to South Dakota again to PD hunt, but it wouldn't be the same without Bob

Dad had friends with property in various places (probably long gone by now) that we used to hunt also. One guy had a farm down between Bloomington and Martinsville with a small patch of woods where I did my first squirrel hunting.

Another had some farm property that abutted a railroad track where we hunted rabbits and quail once. I got my one and only quail when we flushed a covey and I fired the old bolt action 16 gauge I was using before I even got it up to my shoulder and got lucky. IIRC it was up somewhere close to Lebanon. I remember that that was the most wonderful meat I had ever tasted. Mom cooked it up just for me.

 

[johntheplinker]

Going to the u-pick strawberry patch with mom. Guy always joked about weighing me going in and coming out. Picking strawberries til I ached, my fingers and mouth were red... but then had mom's strawberry preserves for another year. Mmmmm...

Occasionally, she'd buy grape jelly, I think just for the jars because it would just sit in the fridge hardly used til it fermented because there was always some strawberry.

Wouldn't by chance have been Ahren's near Huntingburg? I spent many a spring day there with my grandparents picking and eating.

 

[SheepDog4Life]

Wouldn't by chance have been Ahren's near Huntingburg? I spent many a spring day there with my grandparents picking and eating.

The one I recall was somewhere off of US-41 North of Hazelton/Princeton. But near Huntingburgh was also a distinct possibility as in middle school I was in the Oakland City area.

Hunting and fishing spots... those I can remember where they were... strawberry patches on a Saturday morning, not so much. Lol!

It's been so long, I forget what we called it, I think strawberry butter, but the excess sugar that foamed to the top when simmering the preserves... THAT I remember like yesterday. Lol!

 

[churchmouse]

For me, it's the smell of COAL smoke on a old winter night; haven't smelled THAT for a LONG time now.

When you walk outside here you can smell ythe wood stove. I love it.

Been oh so many years since we had a coal stove. We were kids living in an old farm house out by Danville and it had a coal stove.

 

[BigRed]

Does coal not deliver more btu?

 

[churchmouse]

Does coal not deliver more btu?

It does I believe but the characteristics are different than wood and its much dirtier if memory serves.....

So much easier to stack cut/split wood than store loose coal.

 

[BigRed]

It does I believe but the characteristics are different than wood and its much dirtier if memory serves.....

So much easier to stack cut/split wood than store loose coal.

Yep.... cinders are useful for making a walkway to the outhouse though!

 

[dprimm]

I miss checking the cattle w grandpa. Driving the farm truck all over (started age 9).

Took my son sledding for the first time this week. Want much more of that.
Want him to grow up knowing how to grow and prepare food. I want him to love the land the way I saw grandpa (and learned). Want him to love to shoot the way my uncle does (and I am trying to learn from)

I think most of all, I want to be remembered for doing the right thing, even when it was hard. Not losing my temper (yea, probably the other way) and making sure the family is taken care of. I also don’t mind being remembered for not giving a crud what most think of me.

 

[DoggyDaddy]

Yep.... cinders are useful for making a walkway to the outhouse though!

I remember when our house had a gravel driveway (concrete now), and it had "clinkers" (Dad's term for them) mixed in with the gravel. I think it was actually coke from the power plant maybe? I just remember they were hard, black, shiny and jagged.

 

[yote hunter]

Miss being young and innocent, not a care in the world. Times sure have changed.

 

[SheepDog4Life]

I remember when our house had a gravel driveway (concrete now), and it had "clinkers" (Dad's term for them) mixed in with the gravel. I think it was actually coke from the power plant maybe? I just remember they were hard, black, shiny and jagged.

In middle/high school, our track (and elementary playground) was cinders/clinkers. Tripping on the hurdles meant a long session with tweezers. Bicycle wipe-outs on asphalt were less injurious, lol!