Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
TO ALL MY EWING "COMMENTORS:" ("COMMENTERS?")
AND PEOPLE ALWAYS COMMENT ON MY MEMORY! YOU TOO, MY FRIENDS!
THIS IS A "RE-RUN" OF A 2009 PENNINGTON GRAPHIC. I AM POSTING IT AGAIN SO THAT VISITORS TO THIS SITE CAN NARROW DOWN THEIR SPECIFIC SEARCHES ON A SPECIFIC SUBJECT. HERE'S HOW: WHEN YOU LOG ON TO MY BLOG, YOU WILL SEE A WHITE SPACE UNDER THE HOME PAGE GRAPHIC WITH THE WORD "SEARCH." IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR "PENNINGTON" AS IN THIS CASE, TYPE IN PENNINGTON (UPPER OR LOWER CASE, NO QUOTATION MARKS.) CLICK ON SEARCH. WAIT A FEW MILI-SECONDS AND WHILE STILL ON THE PAGE, ARROW DOWN TO THE FILES FOUND. REMEMBER TO RIGHT CLICK ON THE GRAPHIC AND CHOOSE "OPEN LINK IN A NEW WINDOW" WHERE YOU CAN SAVE IT TO YOUR COMPUTER. PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO CREDIT THE TRENTON TIMES, GAZETTE, OR TRUE AMERICAN, AND ALSO THE HAMILTON TOWNSHIP PUBLIC LIBRARY LOCAL HISTORY COLLECTION. HAPPY HUNTING AND ENJOY!
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Back when quality was a "given" in the auto industry, the venerable Chevy along with the Ford was king of the road. The two gentlemen in the graphic on the left made an indelible mark in the annals of Trenton automobilia. The firm was taken over and run for a very short time as Cahill Chevrolet.
Tom, these Hop Flying Club wings are available on e-bay for $29.95, 1940 vintage in brass. Quite handsome. The coffee table with a blanket became my shelter where Sgt. Preston and I weathered the blizzard. Then it was out under the forsythia where the lawn bench was flipped and a wide plank was drawn across it. Sky King and I would then search the mesa in the Cessna Bamboo Bomber, the trusty Songbird for Penny and the rustlers. The steam, the smell of the woolen mitts drying over the heat "grate" and sometimes just the right "cast of light" will bring the memories back.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
MY CLASSMATE LEE BELARDINO WROTE:
AHH, KINDRED SPIRITS! Those old radio programs played a major part in our character development. STEVE CANYON! I FORGOT ALL ABOUT HIM. HE WAS ONE OF MY FAVORITE MILTON CANIFF COMIC CHARACTERS.
Monday, November 21, 2011
As to amateur radio on the local level, the cell phone has largely replaced the great on the air conversations we had back in the pre-cell phone years with our "2 meter " transcievers. The W2ZQ Delaware Valley Radio Association's radio repeater was alive with local amateurs from dawn to midnight with lively conversation. It is currently a mere shadow of its glory years before cell phones. However, amateurs have other reserved radio frequencies in the radio spectrum. These "high band" frequencies give amateur operators the ability to communicate all over the world with their larger and more sophisticated radio transceivers. (a transceiver is a truncated radio term: TRANsmits, and reCEIVEs) When I finally retire for good and have more leisure time for this fascinating venture, I hope to put a vertical antenna in my back yard and talk to the world with my transceiver which was a much appreciated gift from an old ham radio buddy of mine, Paul W2AEI.
REMEMBER TO RIGHT CLICK ON THE IMAGE AND CLICK ON
"OPEN LINK IN A NEW WINDOW" TO ENLARGE THE GRAPHIC.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
SPEAKING OF HIGH SCHOOL REUNIONS, THE POEM BELOW IS A CLASSIC AND UNCANNILY TRUE REPRESENTATION OF REUNIONS FROM THE FIRST 5 WHEN WE ARE ALL YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL TO THE LAST WHEN WE ARE SADLY CLOSING IN ON ETERNITY. AS A MEMBER OF THE CLASS OF 1951 AT HAMILTON, "THE CLASS WITH CLASS," I PROUDLY AFFIRM THAT I AM A CARD-CARRYING MEMBER OF THE RESIDENTS OF WHAT I LOVINGLY REFER TO AS "WRINKLE CITY." WE EARNED EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THOSE WRINKLES! I GOTTA GO NOW ....Uhhhh. I FORGET WHY......WAIT, IT WILL COME TO ME.....Hmmmm.....MUST BE THAT DAMN SENILITY THING I HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT OVER THE YEARS.
This poem is a classic! It should be read aloud at every high school reunion:
An announcement arrives in the mail,
A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand;
Make plans to attend without fail.
I'll never forget the first time we met;
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress.
It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,
And everyone thought it was swell.
The men all conversed about who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.
The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.
No one had heard about the class nerd
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.
The boy we'd decreed 'most apt to succeed'
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted 'least' now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.
They awarded a prize to one of the guys
Who seemed to have aged the least.
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast.
They took a class picture, a curious mixture
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs..
At our next get-together, no one cared whether
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we'd all gone to pot.
It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans..
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.
By the fiftieth year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.
And now I can't wait; they've set the date;
Our 55th is coming, I'm told.
It should be a ball, they've rented a hall
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.
Repairs have been made on my hearing aid;
My pacemaker's been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;
And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.
I'm feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to party
I'm gonna dance 'til dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun; But I just hope that there's one
Other person who can make it that night.