Then & Now
Rusty of St. Paul writes: “When I was growing up, in the late 1950s and 1960s, we had an old, heavy Admiral TV. It had a black steel cabinet which sat up on legs. It had tubes that had to warm up before the image on the screen appeared.
Continue reading “The key to fixing stuff: A good, firm slap of the hand!”In memoriam
And: Gee, our old LaSalle ran great!
Zoo Lou of St. Paul: “The recent passing of longtime St. Paul Johnson boys’ hockey coach Lou Cotroneo brought back special memories of attending the high-school hockey tournament at the old St. Paul Auditorium in the early ’60s. How we managed to get into this wildly popular event is a highly improbable, if not downright miraculous, saga of good fortune and pure luck. And Lou was a big part of that saga.
Continue reading “Sneaking into the hockey tournament: Those were the days!”Fellow travelers
Or: The simple pleasures
Kathy S. of St. Paul: “Subject: Watching joy.
“My first trip to the West Coast, to celebrate a lost loved one, was over MEA weekend. We came home with many precious grandbabies, all of whom did as well as they could on the plane.
Continue reading “Tiny dancer can’t keep up — but can keep spirits up!”Then & Now
And: The Permanent Family Record
After a considerable absence, we welcome back Jim Fitzsimons of St. Paul: “Subject: Uncle Ralph Then & Now.
“A couple/few years ago, the Pioneer Press ran a special section in their Sunday paper. It was a retrospective featuring several photographs that had appeared in the paper over the decades.
“One photo was taken in June of 1942. It shows a group of very excited second-graders getting out of school to start their summer. My dad showed me the photo and asked if I recognized any of the kids in the picture.
Continue reading “Fourscore and one years ago . . . school was out for summer!”Life (and death) as we know it
A Lady Who Loves Little People: “Last March, my husband and I were on a cruise where we met a couple who told us a remarkable story.
“Both E and C emigrated as adults from the Philippines to New York; however, they didn’t meet for several years after their arrival. This is their story:
Continue reading “Twenty-two years later, she gives thanks for an argument lost . . .”
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