Rich & the Brass Bell

This bell looks very similar to the one we had. It was a brass bell that mom would often ring for dinner. There was a time when I was in 1st grade at Mark Twain Elementary. I was on the bus going home to the brown house (Wellington Street), I looked out the window of the bus and there was my mom on the side of the road. WHAT! Mothers are never in viewable sight out of the home when you are coming home on the bus. If they are there it means they are not at HOME! Anyhow, as the story goes, Rich was holding the brass bell and opened the door of the blue van and fell out. The bell just gashed the heck out for his little three year old chin. Mom said that she found someone to watch the rest of us kids so she could take him in for stitches. Mom said it was the most horrible thing to watch, those doctors washing out his chin. Needless to say, I think the bell was no longer seen......

Van entertainment

Oh, me me me! I get to make the first post! Okay, first story. I remember riding in the back of our blue ford van on a trip to (I assume Utah). This was our first van after the mustang went the way of old horses. I think like a 1970 model. Anyhow, Mom had made curtains so we could sleep and a denim cover for the back seat that she could put games, toys, color books etc in to entertain us. I reached in an pulled up......a Ziploc bag full of pee. I guess one of the boys either couldn't wait or just wanted to pee in it. Nice!