Soda, by Wendolynn

One Christmas Eve Adam and I thought it would be really funny if we shook up all of the 2 liter bottles of soda.  My mom was the unlucky one who opened the exploding soda.  After two bottles exploded all over the counter and floor, she realized that someone had shaken them.  She was not a happy camper.  I told her I had done it and helped with the cleaning.  I still remember how disappointed she was.  Too bad she didn’t think it was funny. J

Snot, by Nick Snyder

We used to get the TV Guide in the mail, and the address tag was stuck on with something like rubber cement.  I thought it looked like snot, so I peeled it off, put it on my upper lip, and went to show it to my dad who was in the kitchen.  We almost bumped into each other at the kitchen door.  He stopped and looked at me, I looked at him to see he had done the same thing.  We stood there and laughed at each other.

Yogurt on the Windshield, by Wendy B.

Katie Haas always caused a lot contention between us cousins.  One day, I apparently had upset her by knocking her lunch bag over without me knowing it.  That afternoon after water polo practice I walked to my station wagon and found the wind shield covered in strawberry yogurt.  Katie had gotten her revenge.  Because the yogurt had been sitting for a couple of hours, it was dry.  I had to drive home from Grossmont with my head out the window.  My dad and Brother Haas were both unhappy.  I am sure Katie didn’t get in trouble.

 

Broken Windows, by Nick Snyder

Adam and I were cleaning the bedroom when we were kids and we got in an argument over a Run-DMC cassette.  I got mad and threw it out the window, but the window was closed.  I wouldn't have thought something as light as a cassette would break a window.

Another time I came home from church, went to my bedroom, and kicked off my shoe ... through the window.

Biscuit Paolini, by Wendy Snyder-Bradshaw

The was this kid named Shaine Paolini who went to Grossmont.  He was in Adam’s grade.  We saw him everyday after school walking home.  As we drove by, Buddy would yell out, “HEY BISCUIT!”   He would always look at us.  Good ol’ Biscuit!

Side note: I just looked up Biscuit’s name in my year book to make sure the spelling was right.

 

Vaseline and Salt, by Gwendolynn

Buddy (Adam) and I liked to make the youth dances fun.  One night we decided to pour salt on the floor in the Zion building cultural hall.  We made a track and had fun sliding on the floor with the salt.  Another time we decided to try Vaseline.  It was slippery, but fun.  That poor floor in the Zion building! 

 

 

Roller Skates, by Wendy B.

I use to roller skate at the youth dances.  I would sneak my skates into the dance in my red Esprit bag and stash them under a chair.  I would wait until we had a good sized crowd and then start skating.  The chaperones always tried to catch me, but I would skate into the middle of crowd and everyone would hide me.  The first couple of times and I didn’t get caught.  When I finally got caught, I was told I would lose my dance card.  I promised not to skate anymore.

 

 

Tomato Punch, by Wendolynn

Buddy (Adam) and I loved to hang out together at the youth dances.  We always got at little bored.  One time we wandered into the kitchen at the Zion building. I happened to notice that there was a can of tomato sauce on the counter.  I got the great idea to pour the can of tomato sauce in the punch.  I found a can opener, opened the tomato sauce and when no was around, poured the sauce into the punch.  The punch was red and after I stirred it you could not tell that there was anything wrong with it.  Buddy and I hid in the kitchen and watched people drink the punch.  People would get a glass of punch, taste it and then make a face.  It was hilarious! 

 

Hot Tang, by Wendy B.

Lu and went to junior high together.  After school in 7^th grade, we would walk home and go to her house.  We would have hot Tang and watch Santa Barbara.

 

 

Curly Fires, by Wendy Snyder-Bradshaw

I wasn’t allowed to watch Beverly Hills 90210 at my house.  Buddy (Adam) would always invite me over or I would just show up on Wednesday nights.  We would watch 90210 and Melrose Place and eat a big, giant bag of curly fries that we cooked in the oven.

 

Ink Pad, by Gwendolynn

On time Buddy (Adam) and I were just messing around.  I found a pad of ink.  It felt dry so I decided to rub it on my lips to see if there was any ink on it.  I rubbed it around my mouth and above my lips.   Sure enough, there was ink on the pad and my mouth and lips were dark blue.  We decided to scrub it off with some kind of astringent, like Sea Breeze.  It took forever to get off and it burned.

 

Yogurt on the Windshield, by Wendy B.

Katie Haas always caused a lot contention between us cousins.  One day, I apparently had upset her by knocking her lunch bag over without me knowing it.  That afternoon after water polo practice I walked to my station wagon and found the wind shield covered in strawberry yogurt.  Katie had gotten her revenge.  Because the yogurt had been sitting for a couple of hours, it was dry.  I had to drive home from Grossmont with my head out the window.  My dad and Brother Haas were both unhappy.  I am sure Katie didn’t get in trouble.

 

Weird Al and the pink plate, by Wendol

One day us kids were driving down Ballantyne in the Nissan minivan.  There was a Weird Al tape in the car.  We saw Damian riding by on his scooter.  I asked if I could throw it at him.  Adam said yes and I threw it at him and hit him.  I also threw a pink plate out the window as we were going under the bridge.  We wanted to hear it shatter on the wall.  It was really cool.  (Sorry Uncle Wayne!)

 

UNO, by Wendolynn

On Christmas Eve we always played games.  One year Buddy (Adam) and I played UNO the whole night.  We made up different variations of the game.  The best game we played was one where each started with only card.  That game lasted for an entire hour!

 

 

You can be pink, by Wendy B.

Buddy and I spent a lot of time together in high school.  I don’t remember how this phrase came to be so funny to us, but we always said, “You can be pink!”

 

 

The Wizard of Oz, by Wendy Snyder-Bradshaw

One Christmas Eve we were gathered at my house for the annual get together.  All of us kids were being crazy. I am sure we kept pestering the adults to open presents.  Finally, we were told we had to find something to do.  We decided to perform The Wizard of Oz.  Adam, Lu and I were deciding who would have what part.  The only thing I remember is Amber crying because we told her she had to be the dog, Toto.  We never actually performed, but every year on Christmas Eve we always said, “Let’s do The Wizard of Oz!”

 

Jeremy is funny.

I wasn't there, but I've heard this story. One time my cousin Jeremy was in the street or about to go in the street, and Aunt Francie told him to get back and he turned around and said "What if I didn't have a face!?!"

That always makes me smile when I think of it. Snyders are crazy.

-Snydler

(This blog is just a place for me to stow away happy stories that I don't want to get lost to time.)

Flying Balls, with Janet Althaus

When we were kids several of the moms in the neighborhood worked at the elementary school. Janet Althaus was my mom's best friend who lived across the street.  Janet was always a lot of fun. The kids would come running to her with soccer balls and she would kick them (the soccer balls) into the sky and way across the field. Sometimes she would go too far and the ball would end up in the neighbors yard, at which time dozens of screaming children would run to the fence to holler until they got their ball back.

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-Snydler

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Grandpas pee too, by Lucretia Snijers

Once when I was little, maybe 6 or 7, we were driving somewhere and I had to pee so bad. There was no where to pull over. I remember being told "hold on, just wait, we are trying to get somewhere for you to go to the bathroom"....something like that. I have no idea who was driving or who else was in the car. All I know is Grandpa and I were in the backseat. I started to cry because I just had to go so bad. Grandpa started crying too and told he knew how I felt. He said something like "this happens to me sometimes too." He was so wonderful about making you feel ok about everything you did."

My grandpa "Bud" Burningam and his daughter Dorothy Jean.

Bud Burningham, my Grandpa

My grandpa had dentures. If you pulled on his ear he would make one pop out. The other ear made the other denture pop out. You could keep pulling on his ears and his dentures would come in and out.  He liked scaring us. He would whistle really loud when you didn't know he was there.

He had a garden at his house. He buried small steel trash cans and stored apples in them, under his apple tree.  I always thought that was neat because it just looked like a trash can lid on the ground, but when you picked it up there was a little can down about a foot and a half into the dirt.

I was very close with him. I loved spending time with him.  When he died someone told me that it would just look like he was sleeping when I saw him at his funeral. I think I was eight at the time. After I saw his body I commented to someone that it didn't look like he was sleeping because "he sleeps on his side."

If he was your grandpa, what do you remember?

Evil Kenevel

One time when we were kids I was riding my bike down Joyce Street. I was riding in the street and Mike Buchmiller was riding on the sidewalk. For some reason I decided to swerve in front of his bike. I don't think he even had time to brake much. We weren't going very fast, but he knocked me off of my bike. I hit the back of my head on the sidewalk pretty hard. I think he may have said, "man what are you doing?" or something like that. I don't think I said anything. I think I just rode my bike home and never mentioned it to anyone until today. There was a big goose egg on the back of my head and it was bleeding.