Musings on our past
Bring back the 1950s. What ever the city used then, grounded the mosquitoes.
As a kid, it was known as the fogging machine. The fog was so thick that you couldn’t see anything. As kids it was part of the summer fun to chase the fogging truck down the back alleys and streets as it fogged the area.
Cars couldn’t follow it, but back then with no air conditioning in cars, the driving welcomed the fog as it went through their cars, killing the mosquitoes hiding under the car seats.
The best summer fun was when low flying planes dropped out advertisement fliers from the air. The game plan as a kid was to catch as many before they hit the ground. Hanging out at the icehouse was the coolest place to be, if you could stand the smell of ammonia. If we weren’t at the icehouse, we were at the downtown swimming pool, riding our bicycles downtown with a rolled up towel and 10 cents to swim all day long.
The rules were that you had to shower before you could get in the pool. If the lifeguard saw that you came out of the building dry, he would yell at you to go back inside and shower off. The water was cold and we didn’t like to do it. Guess it was a sanitary thing. I taught myself how to swim in the pool when I was 11 years old. The deep end was 12 feet. We would dive down, pick up the iron drain cover and swim back to the deep end ladder, then put the iron drain cover between our legs and it made a fast ride down to the bottom. Fun times.
Making it to retirement age, only by the grace of God, we did …