Back in the Day

One of my relatives, Boone Hays died on the Oregon trail coming from Missouri.

 

not all recollections are fond. that sign in the barber shop window that was still there, well into the mid 1960s for example. yah, that was within my life time.
for cultural context, the beatles had just given up their beatle haircuts and were starting let theirs grow out, oh and those two lane highways, they saved passenger rail for another decade before they were replaced by four lanes and deviders, but or course there's still a lot of two lane in rural areas where there just isn't the traffic for more then the occasional slow traffic pullout and passing lane.

but will i remember u.s. 40 (now interstate 80, they reversed north and south numbering when the interstates replaced the two lane u.s. highway system) being two lanes form auburn california the rest of the way east as far as salt lake utah. it wasn't until 62 the freeway (east from sacramento) made it as far as colfax, and it wasn't until the mid 70s, that the four lane made it the rest of the way over donner summit, into and through reno nevada.

 

Daughter in law just gave me one!

 

i remember every niche, before it became so popular it was over run by mundane. and always subconsciously, though seldom overtly, looking for the next one that had yet to be.
i remember all of the magical little secret places in the forest (and all of them more sacred then any church or book, which is probably why some nut is trying to burn all of them)

 

Am old man I worked with in the early 60s told me he went to the store in Coalinga California in the late 30s and told the owner that he had two kids and no money. He said that he was going to get milk out of the cabinet and that the owner could either call the police on him or write his name down and that he would pay for the milk when he got a job. The owner kept track of what he took and when he got a job--he paid the owner. The owner had a customer for life after that.