In the November/December 2018 issue of Good Old Days, Robert B. Williams tells a story about his hardworking, tough-as-nails dad who regularly played a guitar on Saturday nights in their living room. Young Bobby watched and wished he could play too, but nobody was allowed to touch his dad's guitar. One Sunday morning Bobby couldn't resist the temptation. He picked up the off-limits guitar and tested it out. When he tried to replace it gently, it shattered the silence as it fell to the hard floor. Bobby braced for the worst, but was instead treated to a guitar lesson by his dad, the first of many that brought them closer together.
Our February Issue
Out in the Cold
Behind the Counter
Life at the Family Store
Matches Made in Heaven
Young Love and Lasting Romances
Dear Friends of the Good Old Days,
"A pound of Bucky Bologna, please," I said to the meatcutter behind the massive chrome counter. I could barely see him from my short, 5-year-old's perspective. But he knew who I was and he was familiar with my request so he grabbed the chilled chunk of meat from its position behind the glass and began slicing it "just so." Despite the lack of eye contact with his pint-sized customer, the butcher...
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During the late 1930s, my dad owned a grocery store at the corner of Ninth and College in Terre Haute, Ind. He jokingly nicknamed the store "The Busy Bee" because business was usually slow. Dad spent much of his time sitting on a stool in the back room, reading a newspaper or listening to the radio.
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