Your Questions About Gardening

GardenersCardiff answers:

I have wonderful memories of the Christmas seasons throughout the 1950s. We would go caroling with our neighbors during our school vacation. Sometimes during the afternoons with just the kids and mothers and sometimes after supper when everyone’s fathers were home from work.

I enjoyed visiting the local amusement park on warm summer nights and hearing the new pop music played over the park’s PA system.

I liked flying kites and riding bikes around town with the kids in the neighborhood.

I liked playing kickball with the boys and girls on my street. As kids we didn’t think it was summer vacation until we gathered in a neighbor’s large flat back yard to play this beloved game. After the games we would go buy ice cream, eat it on someone’s porch and hope we would hear songs like “Lollipop, lollipop” or “Mr. Lee” or “Jim Dandy (to the rescue)” on someone’s little transistor radio.

As a teenager I loved dancing, so I attended most of my high school’s Saturday night sock hops in the gym. (1959-1962) Some girls would wear a minimum of two crinolines whenever they went dancing or rollerskating. Some even added a hoop to the highly-starched crinolines. Girls would call it “V.H.L” (or “visible hoop line”) when the wire hoop poked out near the circle skirt’s hem. They called it sloppy or “She’s trying too hard to look cool.”

I enjoyed sitting on my papa’s lap and being rocked. He would read to me, sing with me or just talk with me. As an adult and looking back, I now suspect Papa knew I enjoyed being held and talking with him about little things. I enjoyed his company and his gentle British accent. His love for kids nurtured my own love for kids and being an affectionate papa and grandpa.

It’s 1955 all over again…http://youtu.be/_5tkDOQ77wk

GardenersCardiff answers:

Are you serious? That’s like saying that Black farmers are embracing the slavery again because they grow their own food. That’s just ridiculous…

GardenersCardiff answers:

Where are you? The 90s? Hip hop has grown soft. Every hip hop song is now a love song.