1- Add 1 inch of water to a saucepan, add the water to insert into a steamer basket. When the water comes to a full boil then place the eggs in the steamer basket. [You can just add the eggs in 3/4 inch of water, lf you don’t have a steamer basket]
Next- After covering the pan letting the eggs steam in the boiling water for 17 minutes, [if you use regular size , or 15 minutes for 6 large]
If using the regular size eggs, reduce the heat by a couple a of minutes, Then shock them in cold water.
Now- After peeling the eggs, using a sharp knife, slice each egg in half lenghtwise. Remove the yolk halfs gently and place them in a small mixing bowl. The egg whites should be arranged on a serving platter.
Next– Using a fork, mash the yolks and add the mayonnaise, mustard, onion, tabasco sauce, adding just a spirnking of salt and pepper. To get a creamy consisiency you can add more mayonnaise.
Next– Spoon or pipe with a piping bag [star tip] or use a spoon to put the egg yolk into the white halfs, then last, add the mixure into egg white halfs, then last, sprinkle with paprika. Enjoy ! You can visit Simply Recipes below for more ways to prepare these great holiday eggs!
With Easter almost here it brings back good memories of when my Grandparents would come for a visit on the saturday before and give each kid a box of those marshmellow eggs that come in one dozen cartons.
And on top of that we all got a dollar bill! Wow! it went far for a kid then so after a short stay they would go next door to my Aunt and Uncle “my Uncle was my Mother’s brother” and gave my six cousins the same as us.
And they also came on the Christmas holidays to give each kid a dollar bill. My Grandparents lived a few miles from us and we used to visit from time to time, my Grandfather would pick up My Mother and me and sometimes my sister would come with us also, and they lived right by the major river and I aways remember how it remided me of the house on the tv show “Lassie” with timmy and his folks on the farm.
It was a small house with the meadow grass growing high in the back and and it was like in nowhere land with a small traven across from the house, once my grandfather who called me “Skipper” wanted to take me out in his rowboat on the river but my Grandmother and Mother yelled at him “you can’t take Bobby out on the river” I don’t think we had life jackets at the time! i’m kind of glad we didn’t go out. So Easter always brings back those memories when my Grandparents would visit
Then at home we went about coloring eggs the night before and getting up in the morning to get at your basket with all the goodies in it with the chocolate rabbit, jelly beans, and those peeps, and the grass always seemed to linger for weeks after the baskets were put away! I’m sure you have your memories of Easter past and are just as special to you,
Back in 1965 I walked around the block from my house to my friend’s home who was the lead guitar player of our band we started in 64′ and he was in the backyard with a guy I met who was in his brothers band at the time and he came from Texas and man could he play the guitar! he played what is known as “travis picking” he was fast and knew a lot of songs anyway, I brought my guitar along as me and my friend would always practice, so I’m sitting there as he’s picking tunes out on my friends guitar a 61′ Gibson SG Solid body a Beauty! Anyway as he’s playing I had my guitar on my lap and he says try playing along so I’m like are you kidding!
I knew a number of chords at the time so I played along as he called out the chords, about 4 or 5 and it was was fun and we had a great time, little did we know it then but over the next few years he joined a group called “Dr Hook” and played lead gutiar and they had a few songs on the charts one was ” Sylvia’s Mother” and one of the guys in the the group came from the city we lived in at the time.
So I can say I once played along with a guy who was on a record lable and had hits on the charts, they were together a number of years after then I guess they just went thei own way.. Yes I had a great time back then in the backyard playing along with a great guitar player from Texas!
In the mid-50’s we would go over to the Monastery across the street from our homes, where we played stick ball, baseball, and 2 hand touch football. When we weren’t doing any ball playing sometimes we would climb the fence which the Church had put up to keep people out of that area, at times we would just lay on the green grass and stare at the clouds talking about what we wanted to be when we grew up.
There was a cemetary where the Priests were laid to rest over the fence but we never went to view them, we never wanted to because you never did that, and sometimes we would over the fence to just walk around it was large area and the grounds were always taken care of by the maintaince men.
But we really wern’t allowed there at any time so we had to watch out for the “Fast Runner” he worked mostly in the kitchen area and had a good view of the grounds, so every time we went over there one of us had to be the lookout for him! Whenever he spotted us he would come out running!
He never caught any of us but we ran as fast as we could to jump over the fence I think he could have got one of us if he really wanted, but we weren’t taking any chances that’s for sure!
The Church is still there but empty and the land was up for sale, and it’s sad because it was the biggest Church in the county at the time which many people attended at the time, In the back area of the Church grounds they built condos a numer of years ago.
They did rebuild the grounds where we played ball, it’s for the high schools in the area today for sports and they did a great job with it, but it will always be that place where we would play and try to out run the “Fast Runner”
Back in the mid-1950s the P.A.L. in my town would hold try outs for the little league teams and depending on your age, a kid could go to the stadium about 4 blocks away the same one we always went for the 4th of July events every year.
It’s funny now but when I think back of the names they used for the teams, like the “mosquitoes” the “bugs” and a few other names I don’t recall now any kid that got to try out lined up and had a turn at bat only, I remember getting real nervous as the line got shorter just like, waiting in line for your vaccination shots like I wrote about awhile ago
Anyway my turn came up and I got at the batters box, the kid on the mound wound up his pitch and down it few and a fast ball at that! I had just a second to decide to swing or not but I took my best shot and missed, so I said I’ll get the next one, and I missed that one also I’m like wow! I should have clipped that one at the most and the next swing was the same.
So I stuck out and that’s the only time you got on a team and if you didn’t get a hit at bat it was like, sorry kid maybe next time or next year. But it was fun to play at the try outs and in the stadium at that!
Hi, I added 5 new songs to the Jukbox today “Since I fell for you” by: Lenny Welch, “Up on the Roof” and “Save the last dance for me” by: The Drifters, “She’s a fool” by: Lesley Gore, and “To Sir with Love” by’: Lulu
Here’s one for the books! I think it was the summer of 1957/58 when word got around that there were two New York Yankees showing up at the restaurant around the block from my house, I don’t remember who spread the word but it was a suprise to say the least!
We didn’t know who it could be we heard it might be a pitcher or a hitter but it didn’t matter anyway, I mean where does a kid see Yankkee players other then TV or at the ball park? and In a store just a block from you home!
Most of us kids were yankee fans that I can remember but a few of us liked the Brooklyn Dodgers, and a great team they were! With Roy Campanella, Sandy Koufax, Pee Wee Reese, and other greats. It seemed like the Yanks and Dodgers were always in the world series in the 1950’s.
But back to my story I got together with a few of my friends and we hurried to the store and we were like, it can’t be true why would the Yankees come to a store right in our neighborhood what’s the odds?
So we crossed the steert and walked into the store and sure enough there they stood with a bunch of people and other kids who were waiting for an autograph! I did get one Yankeet to sign my ball but I lost it sometime later over the years. It was Bill “Moose” Skowron! who played first base at the time. And I can’t recall the other yankee, I think it was Gil Mcdougald But I’m really not sure but his name seemed to click in my head when thinking back but it was when I was 10 or 11 years old.
We found out later it was the store owner who knew one or the other of the players and that’s how it came to be that 2 yanks made a visit in a corner store on a summer’s day in the 1950s. Let’s Go Yankees!
Today is George Harrison’s 76th Birthday! He was born in Wavetree, area of Liverpool in 1943 he grew up in pubic housing, and had 2 brothers and named, Harold and Peter and one sister named Louise.
George grew an interest in music at a very early age mostly by listening to his father’s record collection which included many American country music artists, he got his first guitar when his Mother brought him one at age 13. And after trying it out he couldn’t get a handle on chords and the threw it in the closet, and even tried to learn the trumpet, without any success.
One day his brother fixed his guitar and then he learned a number of chords nad listened to records and artists like, Chet Atkins, Buddy Holly, Carl Perkins, and Eddie Cochran. Later on he formed a band named, The Rebels and soon met Paul McCartney who attended the Liverpool Institute as George attened at the time,and McCartney asked Harrison to sit in with his band that the John Lennon formed called the Quarrymen.
But george was too young and John asked him to join when he was age 16 years old. In 1960 the Quarrymen band was changed to the Beatles. He was lead guitar in the group and man he could play his that Gretsch guitar like no one else a great guitarist!
He wrote some of the best music in the group such as: Something, Here comes the sun, Taxman and much more and he had a great career as a solo artist in the later years. His absence is still felt today. Happy Birthday George! Thanks for the Memories!
This is a true story that’s bitter-sweet for me from the 1950’s through the 1960’s It’s about a childhood friend who passed away in 1966 in an auto accident, he was only 19 when it happened but my story starts from the 1950s, he lived a couple of houses from me and he would hang out with us and in the summer and we played a lot of baseball across the street at the monerstary grounds.
Kevin was his name and he had red hair and freakles and he was the one kid on the block who seemed to have all the bats, baseballs, beause most of us had only one bat between us and I didn’t have a glove that was left handed, so I always had to use one of their gloves I was the only left handed kid of the boys.
So we would choose up sides and play baseball but if Kevin didn’t like being wrong on anything and then he would take all the balls and bats, and storm off and go home and the game was over! This was normal for us “here he goes again”! Then we would find a way to play a new game. There was a couple of summers we would play our “world series” game and his Grandfather who lived with him would be the coach, it was played like a real game 9 innings and 3 outs, like real baseball but not a full lineup!
I don’t remember who won the games but it was fun to just play in it and Kevin brought all his equipment with him! And we were like hope he doesn’t get mad and leave! But he ever did most likey because his Grandfather was there. Over the years we moved on and I only saw him at the dances we played at as a band in the 60’s, he was in high school then and would come with a few other kids, and I think a girlfriend, we would say a quick hello untill the next time.
Kevin had this great car that he fixed up a real cool looking car and the last time I saw him I was walking down to the poolroom that me and my friends used to hang out in the 1960s and it’s weird, but as I was walking across the street I noticed him waiting for the light to change he was the first car, I was about to say hello but the light changed and he took off and I just went my way, and in the morning my father said to me “Your friend was killed last night in an accident” I read the headline I coulnd’t believe it!
Every once in awhile I think back and remember Kevin and think how sad because he was a bright kid and who knows what he could have been if he lived we’ll never know. I wanted to share this with you because Kevin never got the chance to look back, so whatever decade your favorite memories are from as a kid, cherish them all.