<\/p>\nRemember the good ole days? As a young lad growing up as a sand-lapper in Beaufort, SC I have fond memories of mosquitoes, Spanish moss, red bugs, marshlands, and even that strange Gullah dialect that was embedded in the people in the backwoods of the estuary. These were days when we left our doors unlocked, rarely made appointments for anything, shared our resources, trusted neighbors and strangers, and lived a relatively simple lifestyle. <\/p>\n
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Remember the Esso station? I recall being upset when they changed the name to Exxon. We purchased our gas there and a dutiful attendant approached us with a smile, filled our tank with gas, checked our oil, and cleaned our windshield. <\/p>\n
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I vividly remember the Coburg Dairy milk truck arriving in front of the house and the driver hopping out to deliver four quarts of milk in glass jugs. He left them on our brick steps under the carport. My mother, who did not work, or one of her children, picked them up and put them in the \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcfridge. Since I was the oldest, I often had that privilege. It was a special day when my parents approved a quart of chocolate milk. <\/p>\n
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It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fun to reminisce those good ole days with family and friends! And that brings me to the point of this blog. As a Christian educator I have a proclivity for finding interesting and helpful resources. Let me introduce you to Reminisce Magazine. Reminisce is a magazine that is devoted to remembering the past. I find it delightfully refreshing. And for those who work with senior adults, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s an especially helpful resource that our older and more \u00e2\u20ac\u0153mature\u00e2\u20ac\u009d congregants enjoy. Good jokes, recipes, stories, vintage photographs, and real-life memories of the 20’s, 30’s, 40’s and 50’s\u00e2\u20ac\u201da relaxing stroll down memory lane. Check out Reminisce Magazine<\/a> to learn more about this useful resource.<\/p>\n Happy memories!<\/p>\n Remember the good ole days? As a young lad growing up as a sand-lapper in Beaufort, SC I have fond memories of mosquitoes, Spanish moss, red bugs, marshlands, and even that strange Gullah dialect that was embedded in the people … Continue reading 
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