Editor’s note: This is the 95th of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– The milkman cometh When I was a kid, maybe 70 or 75 years ago, we did most of our grocery shopping at Spring’s Market. It was a small…
Author: Bill Boyd
Editor’s note: This is the 93rd of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– Number please It seems like every time I turn around, a new iPhone is coming out on the market. Each model, of course, is better than the previous…
Editor’s note: This is the 93rd of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– Number please It seems like every time I turn around, a new iPhone is coming out on the market. Each model, of course, is better than the previous…
Editor’s note: This is the 92nd of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– My first goal Sometime in the late 1930s, when my sister Maryann was a teenager, she really wanted a pair of ice skates for Christmas. So one day…
Editor’s note: This is the 91st of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– Going shopping One of my favorite things to do when I was about six or seven years old was to go shopping in Columbus. My mother, or one…
Editor’s note: This is the 90th of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– Bank night It’s a Tuesday night in 1939. I don’t know the exact date, but I know it’s Tuesday night, because my grandmother, Hettie Tracy, is getting ready…
Editor’s note: This is the 89th of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– A cat tale I have never been a cat person. I don’t dislike cats, but I have no real fondness for them either. As far as pets go,…
Editor’s note: This is the 88th of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– Frog legs When I was a kid, my dad usually went frog hunting once or twice every summer. He would go at night, armed only with a flashlight…
Editor’s note: This is the 87th of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– Rug beaters Some time ago, I wrote about cleaning the wallpaper in our house during the 1930s. That was part of our “spring cleaning” routine, and when I…
Editor’s note: This is the 86th of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– High drama When writing a column like this, I have to rely a lot on my memory. My long-term memory is usually pretty good. But sometimes it lets…
Editor’s note: This is the 85th of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– Cleaning wallpaper My wife was watching television the other day. I think it was the Home and Garden Channel, and they were talking about how painted walls are…
Editor’s note: This is the 84th of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– “Blockhead” In my six years in Marysville’s West Elementary School, I never had a teacher I didn’t like. Sure, I liked some of them better than others, but…
Editor’s note: This is the 83rd of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– Fishing with my sister Just about every eight or nine-year-old boy likes to go fishing, and I was no exception. My dad fished quite a bit, and I…
Editor’s note: This is the 82nd of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– A bird in the hand When I was about 10 years old, I had a friend named Bill Porter. Bill was one year younger than me, and lived…
Editor’s note: This is the 81st of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy. Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. –––– A heavenly smell It’s a Monday morning during the summer of 1939. I am seven years old and I got up a little later than normal this morning,…