Memories, Deb! I, too, climbed trees, built forts in the desert to play “war” w/ the neighborhood boys, tubed the canal & hunted up scorpions & rattlers for fun. Didn’t come home til Mom rang the cowbell for dinner. You could hear it from everywhere 😊
Memories, Deb! I, too, climbed trees, built forts in the desert to play “war” w/ the neighborhood boys, tubed the canal & hunted up scorpions & rattlers for fun. Didn’t come home til Mom rang the cowbell for dinner. You could hear it from everywhere 😊
Brass "ship's" bell, or a reasonable facsimile, mounted outside the back door at our house. The whole neighborhood knew it was roundup time/dinnertime at our place. A little like conditioning (ref Pavlov's dogs) and did engender some degree of embarrassment. For a while, in emulation, a parent in another home tried a fog horn can. It didn't last. Never knew if it was because the kids rebelled loudly enough or replacing the cans wasn't worth the $ or headache. Ah those halcyon dayz.
Not coastal. My grandfather spent his working life at sea. Little influences in our home life; the bell; the paintings of the sea and of boats; hand carved sail boats from 2x4s with a cardboard sail on a dowel rod and a string attached to a screw eye above the rudder so the boat could be pulled back and not just sail off into unretrievability...
Memories, Deb! I, too, climbed trees, built forts in the desert to play “war” w/ the neighborhood boys, tubed the canal & hunted up scorpions & rattlers for fun. Didn’t come home til Mom rang the cowbell for dinner. You could hear it from everywhere 😊
My mom yodeled 😳 the whole West end of town knew who.
My aunt used her husband's elk whistle. He was a hunter in Montana.
That’s hilarious! I thought the cowbell was embarrassing 😳🤪
Brass "ship's" bell, or a reasonable facsimile, mounted outside the back door at our house. The whole neighborhood knew it was roundup time/dinnertime at our place. A little like conditioning (ref Pavlov's dogs) and did engender some degree of embarrassment. For a while, in emulation, a parent in another home tried a fog horn can. It didn't last. Never knew if it was because the kids rebelled loudly enough or replacing the cans wasn't worth the $ or headache. Ah those halcyon dayz.
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I grew up in the “Wild West”, hence the cowbell; did you grow up on a coast where a brass ship bell would be “normal”?
Not coastal. My grandfather spent his working life at sea. Little influences in our home life; the bell; the paintings of the sea and of boats; hand carved sail boats from 2x4s with a cardboard sail on a dowel rod and a string attached to a screw eye above the rudder so the boat could be pulled back and not just sail off into unretrievability...
Lol that’s awesome 😁😆