More Dad Tid-Bits
For a while, during the 'thirties, my Dad's family live in Las Vegas. My understanding is that they actually owned property there!
Of course, this was back before it was the gambling, whoring, entertainment capitol that it eventually became in the 'forties and 'fifties.
Yep, they sold that worthless plot of land and moved on to green er pastures.
D'Oh!
My Dad once sold a newspaper to Leo Gorcey!
There was a radio show called "It Pays To Be Ignorant" back in the 'forties. If I understand correctly, my Dad's cousin, Marianne Turpie was married to panelist Harry McNaughton. (You can use this information if the game "Six Degrees of Separation from Harry McNaughton ever catches on. You're Welcome.)
At one point, my Dad's family was living in an old house that had no inside plumbing. There was, however, a water spigot outside.
Grandpa's solution was to get a whole bunch of old galvanized pipes from a scrap yard and add some plumbing from the outside spigot to the inside of the house.
Apparently, though, the pipes used were old gas pipes, so, unless you let the water run a good, long time the water would smell like and taste like rotten eggs.
According to my Dad, thee fashion statement for guys when he went to school was to wear white corduroy pants. It was even cooler if you took a pencil and darkened in the lines between the cords. (I'm pretty sure Dad never owned a pair of said white corduroys, though.)
Of course, this was back before it was the gambling, whoring, entertainment capitol that it eventually became in the 'forties and 'fifties.
Yep, they sold that worthless plot of land and moved on to green er pastures.
D'Oh!
My Dad once sold a newspaper to Leo Gorcey!There was a radio show called "It Pays To Be Ignorant" back in the 'forties. If I understand correctly, my Dad's cousin, Marianne Turpie was married to panelist Harry McNaughton. (You can use this information if the game "Six Degrees of Separation from Harry McNaughton ever catches on. You're Welcome.)
At one point, my Dad's family was living in an old house that had no inside plumbing. There was, however, a water spigot outside.
Grandpa's solution was to get a whole bunch of old galvanized pipes from a scrap yard and add some plumbing from the outside spigot to the inside of the house.
Apparently, though, the pipes used were old gas pipes, so, unless you let the water run a good, long time the water would smell like and taste like rotten eggs.
According to my Dad, thee fashion statement for guys when he went to school was to wear white corduroy pants. It was even cooler if you took a pencil and darkened in the lines between the cords. (I'm pretty sure Dad never owned a pair of said white corduroys, though.)
posted by Craig D at 11:11 AM
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