Dear Bunch, I received a response to one of my recent messages from Barbara Petty (bpetty@erols.com) regarding my posting my memories and she modestly called my attention to memories of her own that is on the Lockport website. She referred to them as a "meager offering" to the webmaster. Oh, Lordy, Barb, what you wrote was FANTASTIC!! Complete with old black and white family photographs! And even though you're a tad younger than I, I've gotta tell you that I also painted my second-hand bycicle green, yes the boys tried to crash the girls' pajama party, no us girls didn't go skinny dipping in Lake Ontario but we did walk down the middle of Macklem Avenue in Niagara Falls at midnight in our pajamas, giggling all the way!! My father was also a movie projectionist--however it was in the 1930s and if any of you have watched those old movies, you might notice that on occasion there is a blinking(?) spot on the upper righthand corner of the screen. Daddy told us that it was a signal to the projectionist that it was time for him to switch to the next reel of film and he had just so many minutes or seconds to do it. When the second blinking spot showed up on the screen, that's when the second projector with the next reel was switched on. And yes, I also had a baby brother (born 1940) who tagged after me and my girlfriend Marilyn. He's nine years younger than I and by that time Marilyn and I were in our teens. So we used to try to scare him off with fancy words we had learned in our Biology class--The paramecium will get you! He didn't care, he just continued to tag along. And do you know what? When I was a kid my mother had the same problem with me as your mother did with you. For some reason when I would go out to play, I would never return back home at the hour she had set for me. And I always knew that when I returned late, I would be punished by being restricted to the area of only our back yard--for a full WEEK! And trust me, that was cruel and unusal punishment!! But I never learned my lesson. Oh how cruel mothers can be--and oh how she must have suffered from my constent whining and begging her to let me take one step out of the yard!! Paper dolls, Loblaws Groceteria, wonderful Kate Smith with her marvelous voice, cherry Cokes. . . oh WOW, what memories! Folks, check out what Barb wrote of her memories of Lockport--1943-1955--at http://www.lockport-ny.com/Features/Petty.htm Barb, I'm still giggling about that SHAMEFUL book "Peyton Place" and how I devoured every single lurid steamy paragraph! Thanks for the memories and I'll get back with you regarding your JOHNSON family from Wilson. I haven't had a chance to call Cora about it. vee