Do You Remember.... a Random Selection

I still look for four leaf clovers. . . and press them in books. I also have some of my grandmother's books with bits of unidentifiable vegetation between the pages.

Can't do that with an E-book.

Baby doll nighties --  oh, yeah. These were de rigeur in the Fifties.I'm pretty sure that all my classrooms up through sixth grade had these cursive ('real writing,' we called it) and printing guides. In spite of that, my handwriting is well nigh illegible.  Oh, and the lovely, pull down maps -- they were kind of magical. I wish I had a set right now.

Dyed chicks used to show up in dime stores every Easter. Thank goodness, this practice has been banned. But one year, I received a red one and it became my grandfather's special pet, following him around the yard. My grandfather was devastated when he accidentally stepped on the chick, putting an end to a brief existence.

 I really miss library cards. I used to love to see who'd read the book (or at least checked it out) before me. And when.  Sometimes I would find that some unknown and I had very similar tastes in reading.

Oh, yes -- these old timey desks were standard in the public schools in Tampa in the Fifties. Most of them had holes for inkwells and ancient graffiti . Ancient wads of gum underneath too.