tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post8090681334930639816..comments2024-02-16T18:19:13.539-08:00Comments on Ramblings From Yet Another Stranger on the Bus: R.I.P. ~ Remembering Tiny TearsLeslie Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-6868564738364571072009-12-05T14:30:26.723-08:002009-12-05T14:30:26.723-08:00Here's how schizophrenic it was for me. In my ...Here's how schizophrenic it was for me. In my 50s I was having a talk with a man I was involved with. We were talking very seriously about ourselves and what shaped us. I told him, sincerely, I am a mix of Gidget and a hippie chick radical. That is my truth.Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-76113131902735153992009-12-05T14:23:38.335-08:002009-12-05T14:23:38.335-08:00Right, Limes, and that's what I find so fascin...Right, Limes, and that's what I find so fascinating about the differences between the two decades and the people who experienced those differences.<br /><br />Incidentally, when I said you were a child of the 50s, I just meant that was your earliest reference point, not that you preferred them to the 60s, which you obviously didn't.<br /><br />I feel like everything after 1980 is a combination of the two. It looks more like the 60s on the outside, but there's still plenty of 50s on the inside.Kirkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02155991693956178030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-20615495527031443962009-12-05T14:16:52.615-08:002009-12-05T14:16:52.615-08:00Kirk, I can tell you that Ken dolls bore no resemb...Kirk, I can tell you that Ken dolls bore no resemblance to a real man, either! A woman might have been shocked into a coma had she relied upon Mattel for her sex education.<br /><br />Remember, what I'm writing now is late 1958 and I'm only 6. I absolutely came of age in the 60s and it WAS a time. Remember, the Badger and I met 3 days after the MLK assassination, and RFK would be killed in 2 months. I shook his hand at a mass rally the afternoon of the day he was shot. He was in Olvera Street, the original Mexican settlement that became L.A. He spoke about 2 words of Spanish with his Boston accent and the crowd went wild. I was afraid of being crushed. The Badger attended a protest beside the singer Judy Collins and encountered Jimi Hendrix on Sunset Blvd. So you see, there is much to come and I was part of what was going on in our changing world. I have a great leather belt I love to wear with jeans. The man who made it was willing to custom design the belt buckle and I pondered on that awhile. "Limes?" Nah ~ why would I want a belt buckle with my name on it. My buckle says "1968". That's how attached I feel to the 60s.Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-42960229197568607722009-12-05T14:15:01.998-08:002009-12-05T14:15:01.998-08:00Looks like I had my own culture shock going from o...Looks like I had my own culture shock going from one to the other.Kirkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02155991693956178030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-91690588673198414202009-12-05T14:04:38.285-08:002009-12-05T14:04:38.285-08:00I believe you that that was common in dolls back t...I believe you that that was common in dolls back then, I just find it ironic that it was taboo in just about every other aspect of '5os culture.<br /><br />I don't know about the doll that pooped, but I had two sisters, and they had a lot of Barbie dolls over the years, which I prechance to see sans clothes from time to time. It's a good thing they introduced sex ed back in the '70s, or I would have grown up with the entirely wrong idea. <br /><br />I preferred board games as a kid to actual toys: Monopoly, Life, Clue, etc.<br /><br />You're about 10 years older than me, yet you see yourself more as a child of the '50s than the '60s. I say this because I was born in 1961, started school in 1967, yet I identify more with the 70s than the 60s. I think that's because there really no culture shock going from one to the other going from one to the other. They just sort of blended together, which I believe was not the case with the 50s and 60s. Maybe you can write a future post on what it was like to go from the conservative 50s to the revolutionary 60s (though not literally on January, 31, 1959) Only if you want to, of course. It's your blog.Kirkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02155991693956178030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-18603333630154460822009-12-05T13:41:49.077-08:002009-12-05T13:41:49.077-08:00Kirk, wetting dolls were pretty common. Also, if I...Kirk, wetting dolls were pretty common. Also, if I'm not mistaken, in the 70s when we were oh-so-natural and organic, I believe there was a doll made that did more serious business in a diaper. I was an adult by then. I didn't own such a doll.Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-62825200636634500892009-12-05T13:30:39.909-08:002009-12-05T13:30:39.909-08:00The fact that Tiny Tears wet her diaper is interes...The fact that Tiny Tears wet her diaper is interesting. I must have seen hundreds of TV shows made between 1950 and 1970 (you see how I spent my childhood) and bowel movements are never mentioned, yet they sold dolls with them. Go figure.Kirkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02155991693956178030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-74533695596094072342009-12-05T09:58:54.191-08:002009-12-05T09:58:54.191-08:00@ GJ - THANK you. Coming back to your place again!...@ GJ - THANK you. Coming back to your place again!Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-16468724248745019512009-12-05T09:55:13.100-08:002009-12-05T09:55:13.100-08:00Limes - (copy of reply to your comment left on my ...Limes - (copy of reply to your comment left on my blog) I sense a lot of frustration in how you describe your non-enlightenment. This whole 'spirituality' (if you read my previous comment to Standing - you know I hate the words)- thing is just a choice we make in how we think. The whole God thing - please, don't tell me ANYONE knows ANYTHING for sure about that one. We make him up and I'm not even going to capitalize him. But there IS a higher (even hate that word) way of thinking about everything. And you're right - that willingness thing is HUGE. Sometimes it takes an earthquake of the worst kind.Garlandless Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13959608333810848422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-37921783285705261422009-12-05T08:45:35.690-08:002009-12-05T08:45:35.690-08:00Well, Mickey is OK enough (are you any relation to...Well, Mickey is OK enough (are you any relation to the Mouse?), but Taggie made me snicker out loud! Debbie sounds like an early conquest in one's mind, Tag. Your use of the word Twister has just set me off, too. Inside joke I'll try to turn into a blog post, as it is among the funniest things I have ever seen in my life.<br /><br />Well done - "forin". I'd have lamed out and used it in place of "foreign". Your usage is much more creative. Tip of the hat!Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-34810005582329227032009-12-05T08:40:33.531-08:002009-12-05T08:40:33.531-08:00Childhood nickname was Mickey, should have hung on...Childhood nickname was Mickey, should have hung on to it.<br />My next door neighbor in Ohio was Debbie, She may have been the best athlete in my elementary school. I don't think of girls as just playing house or tea parties with dolls. <br /><br />Then Debbie and I turned into teens at the same time, no more Twister. It became indecent.<br /> wv- forin. Debbie and I couldn't get within forin ches of each other without blushing.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00533184345345882921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-51586954001052151532009-12-05T08:25:46.899-08:002009-12-05T08:25:46.899-08:00Saturday morning reminder to self: the music you l...Saturday morning reminder to self: the music you live with can affect your mood. ;~} I'm at the office terrifying home dudes, but pleasing birdies and myself again with Dancing in the Streets. "Limes, that video is just WRONG!" "Well, that's the word I used about it in my post, homes."<br /><br />Last night I went home and did something completely different. I published all of your comments, but I did not sit down to start typing replies feverishly. My friend had sent me literature about a subject I need to learn about. Took a trip to my bookcase where sat the seminal writing about it that I already owned. Then I did more research online. I'm on my way! I slept through the night, not troubled.<br /><br />@ Dear Kass ~ I think we all had that bike, Kass. Maybe it was the only one considered acceptable for young ladies in a certain place and time! Mine was purchased at Grand Central - how's that for popping out an SLC institution name?<br /><br />It is interesting to me that you brought the dolls into bed for fear they would suffer, otherwise. I was suffering and, therefore, I brought the girls into bed with me. By the way, you wrecked your doll bathing her. I was notorious for cutting dolls' hair terribly. I'm surprised I'm not a hair artist today. Life sized dancing dolls! I forgot to put it in my Davy Crockett post. One of my gifts was the life sized Davy. I'd slip his elastic straps over my shoes and we did some fancy stepping! He was taller than I, so he kind of bent in the middle with his rear end sticking out.<br /><br />I'm going to visit Rachel's blog today.<br /><br />@ Tag ~ Don't know that the Badger will pop back on to admit to toe tapping, but I can tell you a series of lively e-mails was being exchanged immediately after I posted. He applied some very descriptive words to the video, Mick and David. They were dead-on. But those words will not appear on this blog. He LIKED it.<br /><br />Tag, it's interesting that you key in on my writing being the telling of a "girl's story". Yes, I had dolls, toy dishes, etc. Lots of relatives and friends fed that girl thing. But my dad always treated me like his "child", not necessarily his "daughter". Expert basketball and baseball were required, and when he selected a gift for me it was a book or a board game or something "human" but not "girlie" or "boyish". I wasn't the kind of hellcat you're describing of you and your brothers. But I'd almost make a claim that I was gender neutral.<br /><br />@ GJ ~ Nice to see you here! I have a couple of things going on with memories. First, I do have a steel trap memory compartment in my head. I was able to tell Kass my street address from 1958 and if you'd like the loan number from Ex's and my first mortgage (1977), I can provide it. But what I REALLY remember is how things FELT. I'm all about feelings, so I have the sensory memory leading, and the concrete details fall in behind. Being a "feeler" is both good and bad. One could possibly bleed to death remembering and feeling the same event over and over again.<br /><br />I like your use of the word "fragile". For I am that. All crumbling parchment or finely cracked, delicate porcelain overlaying rusty cast iron. Eggshell surrounding stainless steel. But I wonder why my stories make you feel fragile. Do you feel the impending doom or sense the crash to come? That's how it was for me at the time I'm writing about. Floating through the days on the surface, waiting for the maw to open up and roar.<br /><br />@ Everyone - OK, it's already well known how much the WV games titillate me. Tag, excellent use of muntlar! Kass, I may have used taggie as Tag's childhood nickname. But I like what you did with it, too, and so, I'm IT!Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-23317772985778766212009-12-04T19:04:25.415-08:002009-12-04T19:04:25.415-08:00You have such keen memories. I wish I could rememb...You have such keen memories. I wish I could remember things as well as you do. Reading your posts sparks something in me - I can't quite put my finger on it. It makes me feel fragile.Garlandless Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13959608333810848422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-74207587581745063382009-12-04T18:12:05.826-08:002009-12-04T18:12:05.826-08:00Have you told Rachel Fenton you accepted her award...Have you told Rachel Fenton you accepted her award. I'll bet she would be tickled.<br />WV= taggie - taggie, you're it.Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-17792956181646545362009-12-04T18:10:32.036-08:002009-12-04T18:10:32.036-08:00Badger, don't tell you weren't at least ta...Badger, don't tell you weren't at least tapping your toes with Mick and Davey. Limes this is interesting getting childhood from a girl's point of view. I wonder what my sister went through with 4 brothers. GI Joe, Air rifles, footballs, basketballs and skateboards all over the house. We tried to kill our toys. RIP Batman, knuckleball to the head took him right out. Boom! wv-muntlar. I went to LA in 1963. A muntlar I was back in Ohio.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00533184345345882921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-49137427516493061782009-12-04T18:07:57.303-08:002009-12-04T18:07:57.303-08:00Limes - That's MY
bicycle! I remember having...Limes - That's MY <br /><a href="http://kasscho.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-things-i-save_11.html" rel="nofollow">bicycle</a>! I remember having a favorite doll with a soft body that I went EVERYWHERE with. I took a bath with her and her Kapok-stuffed body swelled up with water, but I kept her for weeks until the smell got so bad my mom found her in the closet and made me throw her out. It was devastating. When I was a little older, I used to sleep with every one of my dolls, even a life-size dancing doll. There was barely any room for me on my single bed. I felt like they were alive and real and if I didn't have them in my bed with me, they would suffer.Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-37992821882071560332009-12-04T17:08:16.113-08:002009-12-04T17:08:16.113-08:00You may have something there, Badge. However, that...You may have something there, Badge. However, that Tiny Tears was MY Tiny Tears, so she may simply have grinned widely, reached her soft plastic arms out to me and rocked like I rock to it. Sometimes the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. Nice to have you aboard the bus this afternoon.Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195616894993495285.post-50481288511243926152009-12-04T16:53:01.924-08:002009-12-04T16:53:01.924-08:00I suppose that if Tiny Tears had seen this video, ...I suppose that if Tiny Tears had seen this video, she might have fainted after wetting herself from laughing so hard!Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11938379025774754317noreply@blogger.com