Tuesdat --- Memories

I have been sitting here thinking about growing up in the fifties and how much has changed in my lifetime so far.

My older sister and I did many things together. She, being 1 1/2 years older, didn't like that as much as I did. But in a small town your circle of friends covers a span of years. One time when the snow was really bad we walked down to the store to meet the school bus and long after it should have been there we and some friends of ours got a ride with someone we knew in the back of a pickup. After riding 11 miles to the school we decided we didn't want to walk in late so we decided to ditch. We hitched a ride with someone else and went, not home but, to Winter Park Ski area and watch some competition that was going on. That involved retracing the 11 miles we had just traveled plus another 8 miles up to the ski area. Our ride took us as far as Hideaway Park and there we decided to walk the last 2 miles.
We had just started out when I saw a couple of snow plows in front of a cafe and figured if the plows were there Dad and maybe the father of two of the other girls were inside having coffee. Judy decided that if we were to keep from being caught ditching school we should go around the other side of the building. That was no easy task because the snow didn't get plowed down there.
After getting very cold and wet we finally made it to Winter Park about noon and we ran into some kids we knew from school. And that's when we found out that for all of us that rode the school bus... There was no school that day because the bus had gotten stuck. We hadn't officially ditched after all.