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Show From C. E. Pleas, Chipley, Fla.: I remember the days of the dip candles and how we had to keep the wicks pulled tight in pouring the tallow or they would not burn evenly, and the tallow would run down one side and waste. From ' Ronald Albright, Chicago: To heck with the joys of the 1880' s. I remember "the good old days" weren't so convenient dripping drip-ping and smelly candles and lamps, smokey fireplaces and wood-burning ranges, water way down at the well, the cream and butter a bitter cold walk away at th-? spring house, and a slow old horse to carry you to town on a trip that took all day. Now I hop into my gas buggy whenever I need a loaf of bread or a little pipe tobacco and am downtown in 15 minutes. I have many happy memories of the old days, because I knew no better then, but I would hate to return to old times again because then 1 would be haunted by the memories of modern day electricity, radios, television, autos, airplanes, and above all, medical science that keeps my rheumatism under con-troL con-troL From Joe Mains, Cleveland: I remember re-member when a farmer bought a sulky plow he was accused of being lazy and wanting to sit down at bis work. Bankers sometimes refused credit to a man who owned a sulky plow, using it as evidence against his character. From Mrs. Elizabeth Olney, Kalamazoo: Kala-mazoo: I remember the hitching posts that used to line the streets. They were the parking meters of their day, except you didn't have to put a penny in. When automobiles began to come in, we used to give them the dickens if they parked in front of the hitching posts and kept the horse and buggies away. (Mail your memories to THE OLD TIMERS, Box 340, Frankfort, |