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Show ft REMEMBER"! ' BY THE OLD TIMERS I . 1 From Mrs. Katherine Glatt, Bop-land, Bop-land, California: I remember when as a little girl in St. Paul, Minnesota Minne-sota big blocks of ice were cut out of the Mississippi River and sledded to the top of a hill where an ice palace was built. There were toboggan to-boggan clubs, beautiful floats, and my sister, being queen, sat in majesty covered in eiderdown and white bear skins. Her carriage was drawn by six white horses, led by men in white robes. The palace was stormed with colors, and they emulated from all the windows. It was a grand sight to see, with the poplars knee-deep in snow. Some nights the sky wa; dazzling, dazz-ling, the Aurora Borealis or northern north-ern lights casting streams and arcs of light in glorious colors a wonderful display coming from the northern horizon toward the zenith. After the second ice palace the city officials decided not to build any more ice palaces, for the hot summers couldn't melt them and i was considered a bad advertisement advertise-ment lor winter and summer weather conditions. (Editor's note: Mrs. Glatt is 80 years old, but we promised not to "tell.") From S. J. McGinnls, Culloden, W. Virginia: I remember in the ltte nineties when father and mother stayed up until midnight on Christmas eve, cooking and baking, bak-ing, and listening to the boys talk about Santa Claus. Our stockings we hung with safety safe-ty pins, over chairs, the next morning morn-ing to be found loaded with good things to eat, and with clothes. The snow was deep on the ground. . Those were the happy and good old days happy days of our life when $5 would buy more than $25 will today. IVIall contributions to this column to The Old Timer, Commnnity Press Serr-Ico. Serr-Ico. Box 39, Frankfort, Kentucky. |