The Boston area lost a legend this week with the passing of
Larry Glick, 87, known to most New Englanders for being the late night voice on
WBZ-AM radio. He was the guy you listened to when you couldn’t sleep or for
those who worked the midnight shift.
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Another Trip Down Memory Lane
I know sometimes I reminisce too much, but what can I say. Today I received a friend request from one of my first cousins who I haven't heard from in maybe 20 years? She lives in Texas now. So of course I started thinking about that side of the family. This would be my mother's side.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday at the lake
So I was sitting here at the little house on the lake yesterday and there was a party going on next door. Loud kids running around like crazed banshees, adults telling stories certainly embellished by too much alcohol, adult voices shouting "You're going to get hurt if you keep doing that, so don't come crying to me" and then the inevitable answer a few minutes later "Mom, I'm bleeding."
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
The Great Chowder Debate
I've been thinking about Fourth of July the last few days, guess it's because it is coming up huh? So that means I have gotten to reminiscing about the old days here at the little house on the lake, and some of the Fourth of July cook-outs.
The first thing I remember was there was never a shortage of food. My Dad owned a grocery store so he would supply most of the meat which consisted of the finest hamburger this side of, well, anywhere. Back in those days beef didn't come in a box, everything was what we called hanging beef. I cut my teeth as a butcher on hanging beef, but that will be another "Good Ole Days" post. And we could always count on a bushel of fresh Maine clams. Back then fresh clams were probably less money than the hamburger which was pretty cheap. My father would pour corn meal on them and let them feed on that for a day, then haul them up here to the lake where he would soak them in the lake water the day before the Fourth, when it actually was celebrated on the Fourth, so that would make it the third. (What math skills)
He would steam some of them the night before and we, and the rest of the extended family who found their way up here would begin our feast. I still have the pot he would steam them in and I may even have the pan he used to melt the butter in. There would then be a clam shucking party, one would be eaten, one would go into the pot for chowder. The chowder was a two day affair to make. My father would start it on the night of the third, shucking and chopping clams, potatoes and onions. He would fry salt pork in the chowder pot, till it was nice and crispy, the pieces were then saved for the next day, well what was left after us kids would eat our fill.
The morning of the Fourth, the chowder would be put on the stove early and left to simmer for a bit, then the milk would be added. Usually about 11 AM it was time for the first bowl to be sampled. Then the rest of the clams would be steamed, the hamburgers cooked and whatever else we had would be served throughout the day.
Through the years my father would tweak his recipe. The first few years he would always listen to other peoples advice, add more of this, put this in it, etc. etc. everyone had their own ideas as to what would make it the better. Finally he stopped listening and made it his way, which was the best. Well unless you talked to my Aunt. She used the recipe which was my grandmothers. Her chowder was different from my fathers. She used much more clam juice, some would say too much, not as much cream and milk and would throw some cheese in it. Their place was and still is next door, and if she made a batch and my father made a batch, there was a constant parade of people back and forth trying each chowder. This always led to a debate on which chowder was the best, and which way was the better way to prepare it which, my family being one who will never let a good argument die, still goes on today, ten plus years since my father made his last batch.
I won't say which chowder won, all I'll say is my father made a larger batch and my fathers was the one which was always empty first.
The first thing I remember was there was never a shortage of food. My Dad owned a grocery store so he would supply most of the meat which consisted of the finest hamburger this side of, well, anywhere. Back in those days beef didn't come in a box, everything was what we called hanging beef. I cut my teeth as a butcher on hanging beef, but that will be another "Good Ole Days" post. And we could always count on a bushel of fresh Maine clams. Back then fresh clams were probably less money than the hamburger which was pretty cheap. My father would pour corn meal on them and let them feed on that for a day, then haul them up here to the lake where he would soak them in the lake water the day before the Fourth, when it actually was celebrated on the Fourth, so that would make it the third. (What math skills)
He would steam some of them the night before and we, and the rest of the extended family who found their way up here would begin our feast. I still have the pot he would steam them in and I may even have the pan he used to melt the butter in. There would then be a clam shucking party, one would be eaten, one would go into the pot for chowder. The chowder was a two day affair to make. My father would start it on the night of the third, shucking and chopping clams, potatoes and onions. He would fry salt pork in the chowder pot, till it was nice and crispy, the pieces were then saved for the next day, well what was left after us kids would eat our fill.
The morning of the Fourth, the chowder would be put on the stove early and left to simmer for a bit, then the milk would be added. Usually about 11 AM it was time for the first bowl to be sampled. Then the rest of the clams would be steamed, the hamburgers cooked and whatever else we had would be served throughout the day.
Through the years my father would tweak his recipe. The first few years he would always listen to other peoples advice, add more of this, put this in it, etc. etc. everyone had their own ideas as to what would make it the better. Finally he stopped listening and made it his way, which was the best. Well unless you talked to my Aunt. She used the recipe which was my grandmothers. Her chowder was different from my fathers. She used much more clam juice, some would say too much, not as much cream and milk and would throw some cheese in it. Their place was and still is next door, and if she made a batch and my father made a batch, there was a constant parade of people back and forth trying each chowder. This always led to a debate on which chowder was the best, and which way was the better way to prepare it which, my family being one who will never let a good argument die, still goes on today, ten plus years since my father made his last batch.
I won't say which chowder won, all I'll say is my father made a larger batch and my fathers was the one which was always empty first.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Sunday Drivers
I just got back from a Sunday Drive, my co-pilot and I headed out just to see where the road would take us. I like to do that every once in awhile, we grab the camera and see what we can find, which wasn't much today. I wish I could take the camera with me when I go to work as it always seems I find more interesting things when I am not trying to find them. Like life I guess. To the right is my co-pilot, Buttons. That's the dog that made me a dog guy. This is outside where he wanted to stop for Ice Cream. As I mentioned before, my Dad owned a couple of small grocery stores. He used to remind me all the time that the customers weren't here for us, we were here for the customers. So often today when you go into...
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Going, Going, ......
I read this blog post by Thom Ring "Help Not Wanted", from over on Roadside Online, and he got me thinking about things which used to be that are no longer. I mentioned a few of them in the comment section on his blog. And then this got me to thinking about why we no longer see these things. Now, not that I ever dwell in the past but... ok, I don't dwell in the past I pretty much spend all my time there...but I do get kind of nostalgic at times thinking of "way back then".
Sunday, June 13, 2010
When did everyone get so old?
As I sit here in the little house on the lake, on a grey and dreary day, I am thinking about life in general. Sometimes I wonder where it has gone. Today we are heading to a surprise birthday party for my youngest cousin, she is turning 50. Seems like just yesterday she was 49.
As anyone who knows me or reads this blog knows, I do tend to get nostalgic at times. I remember back to when I was a kid and the summers here on the lake and sometimes I wish life was still that simple. But was it really?
As anyone who knows me or reads this blog knows, I do tend to get nostalgic at times. I remember back to when I was a kid and the summers here on the lake and sometimes I wish life was still that simple. But was it really?
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Remember these anyone?
Fine Dining Indeed
As many of you know, I sometimes like to take trips down memory lane. Of course there are some who say my memory is a little fuzzy, or down right wrong. Not sure but it may have something to do with a very traumatic incident which happened to me back when I was one, but no need to get into that now.
Anyway I remember going into one of these when i was young, not sure if it was the time we all went to Washington D.C. or a trip I took with my grandparents to New York City, but I definitely remember putting quarters into the slots and taking the food out of the slots.
As many of you know, I sometimes like to take trips down memory lane. Of course there are some who say my memory is a little fuzzy, or down right wrong. Not sure but it may have something to do with a very traumatic incident which happened to me back when I was one, but no need to get into that now.
Anyway I remember going into one of these when i was young, not sure if it was the time we all went to Washington D.C. or a trip I took with my grandparents to New York City, but I definitely remember putting quarters into the slots and taking the food out of the slots.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Two Peas in a Pod
Well, I''ve just spent about two hours where I should have been writing, playing with my...
BLOGS!!!! I updated both of them, changed the looks around, just trying different things. Hope you like them.
While I was sitting here, I heard a truck coming down the little dirt road to the little house on the lake. This was at about 8:00 PM. Couldn't figure out who it might be. The neighbors due tend to get alot of deliveries from UPS and FedEx, but I figured it was too late for either of them to be here. And I was right, it was the Pea Pod truck. The Pea Pod truck you ask? Why yes, the Pea Pod truck.
BLOGS!!!! I updated both of them, changed the looks around, just trying different things. Hope you like them.
While I was sitting here, I heard a truck coming down the little dirt road to the little house on the lake. This was at about 8:00 PM. Couldn't figure out who it might be. The neighbors due tend to get alot of deliveries from UPS and FedEx, but I figured it was too late for either of them to be here. And I was right, it was the Pea Pod truck. The Pea Pod truck you ask? Why yes, the Pea Pod truck.
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