Growing up in a small town was a happy experience for me. We had everything we needed for our day-to-day lives. A one hour ferry ride to Seattle covered everything else.
The 1940s and 50s preceded a television in every home so ‘remote’ was used to describe distant islands or people who didn’t communicate actively. A cell was a small part of your body or a room in a jail. Text referred to written material and a hummer was a person who hummed. Fingers were digits, ram meant a male goat, and LOL or BTW were typos on a manual typewriter.
My remembrances focus on family, friends, the neighborhood, and my interests while growing up. I hope you will enjoy a chance to step back to what seemed to be a simpler life.