h/t Mr. Pinko.
But not with Wonder Bread bags. My parents refused to buy it because, “It’s not real bread”. 😂
I did this for my sneakers 😂
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We always used bread sacks for our feet and hands.
wore ’em under my mittens too!
Must be a northern thing.
Yup! ❄️❄️
well … if you did it Florida …. you’d just be considered another ‘Florida Man’
My Mother wouldn’t buy no damn Wonder bread, either…
I’m not gettin’ this either. You wear them over your shoes but under your mittens?
I lived in Minnesota as a wee tiny child. Mainly I remember going into the bathroom and hiding under towels on top of the heat register on the floor.
And yes, I was hiding from having to go outside in winter and wait for the bus.
And no, it never worked.
Wonder Bread wrappers used to be waxed and were used to wrap sandwiches for school lunches.
I used them as condoms. 😉
Mangia Cakes!
&
White Breads!
If you ask I’ll explain it.
I just realized there’s something doubly appropriate about using a Wonder Bread bag for when your pup pinches a loaf.
@Burr ~ if you were ‘ a wee tiny child’ in Minnesota, you’d wear them under your diaper …. keeps Mom from hanging them outside because, less washing! … which in the frozen tundra of Minnesota, creates diapersicles … but a great cure for diaper rash, eh? 😉
Uncle Al ~ thanks for the ‘Ralph & Herbie’ reference
Yup yep wearing them right now. Canada.
Mo, I did kindergarten and the first grade. Thursdays was the day during hockey season when the school let you wear your jerseys to schoo.
My first exposure to gang culture. The whole schoo was a sea of green,orange, red and blue. I didn’t care if my best friend showed up in the wrong color jersey, he was the enemy for that day.
Outdoor hockey. First graders. Whole game was just dogpile or smear the queer. We had no real concept of scoring goals. Our whole deal was destroying the other team.
“Did you see that? Number 7 slammed Johnny. Get him.” The message would go up and down the bench. Play resumes…..no one does a damn thing except check number 7 into the boards and dogpile the kid.
Loved that game.
Only way to get your shoe into, and then back out on your foot, from those rubber over shoes or boots. Even kept your feet somewhat warmer on those below zero Wisconsin days.
My sneakers were so ugly I had to use two bags on each one!
Huron,
Honestly never heard of it.
Mangia cake is a term Italians used to reference Canadian’s born in Canada because the bread was so white & like a Cake. Literally Wonder Bread.
My Jewish my father in law taught me “the white Breads” for the same reason since Authentic Bagels are quite Dense. I had never heard that before.
Cheers Malcolm Sr. !
Burr,
Right now on my front porch we have a human MMA dummy wearing a Boston Bruins Jersey with a Santa Cap & a Coof mask.
We are Boston fans In Toronto and we hear the shit from Leaf fans all the time.
The only answer is “Bobby Orr” & “Don Cherry” and then you get the Nod. Truth is Truth, sorry leaf fans.
Go Georgia!
Halloween we stick a few arrows in it.
The little kids love it.
I had the main joint on my left big toe replaced with an artificial joint last Monday. The doc said to leave the bandages on until he sees me on Tuesday. He said whatever I do, don’t let it get wet. My sister bought me a special thin rubber boot on Amazon that has a flexible rubber seal. You stick your foot into the see-through boot and the seal fits tightly around your leg above the calf so no water gets in during showering. Works great! Who knew!
NHL trading cards were more popular than baseball cards. We had the Minnesota North Stars and everyone was scared sh!tless of the starting line up of the 76′ Flyers.
These crazy bastards were out role models.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGOxVBG4bfk
Thanks for this post.
It’s been 50 years since we did this and haven’t thought of it since.
We had those white rubber boots to wear in the snow when we had snow days and no school.
Would put them over socks before inserting feet into the boots.
We didn’t wear the boots much so sizing was a challenge and the plastic bags helped.
Good times.
highly prided in Nam.
We didn’t go through bread loaves very quickly, so it required a month or two of savings those bread bags to have a “pair” for each kid.
Since mom would only buy whatever bread was on sale, or she had a coupon for, I don’t think I ever had a matching pair of liners.
…and we had to go to school in howling shark-filled firey snowstorms too, uphill both ways, because no one could afford good weather.
And we didn’t have bread wrappers, couldn’t afford bread. We had to use frogs instead, if we could catch them in the shark filled firey snowstorms.
And we had to put ’em on our ankles. We didn’t have feet, couldn’t afford them. Mom had to slice them thin so we could eat them all year.
And we were grateful for what we had…
Ah Burr, the memories. My first hand to hand in 63 was a dog pile also.
Back in the day when you actually had to walk to school a particularly large and nasty 3rd grade bully (who had been held back, which they also used to do) would plague the 1st graders on our way home particularly us breeds.
I was big for an injun but no where as big as this kid. Anyhow our defense plan was a flanking attack cause us redskins are sneaky but once he snagged the first of us it was just a full on dog pile.
Being bigger and slower than my peers all that was available of the bully was his foot and ankle so since punching that seemed silly I locked teeth like a pitpull and bit him.
I am satisfied to say that scream was his loudest and that’s where I acquired my taste for leading a squad and defending my countrymen.
That big shit either made the NFL or prison or probably both but he never attacked the tribe again.
Thanks for the trip down memory lane.
Post Script, that’s where I also learned that no plan survives first contact with the enemy.
Used them in Ohio on the farm growing up to help muck boots slide off and on easier. Really works too.
SNS – yes, it was uphill both ways 🙂
Worse, mom was a bus driver so if I didn’t get there, she would hear from the teachers.
Got a large family, Pinko?
Well Cisco…..it….never really occurred to any of us to bite our opponents.
I do remember Scott something (our center) went at it with another kid. Scotty drops his gloves and goes in for some some fisticuffs. The other kid kept his gloves on AND dipped his head so when Scotty tried to knock him out he hit the helmet instead.
Poor kid, his hand hurt like a son of a gun, made him cry…
That was the end of the other kid. Most of us wound up in the penalty box. Because you’re not really supposed to check the guy without the puck. Repeatedly. Until the refs got mad and his mom took him off the ice.
And then we had one game against the city kids indoors on a zambonied rink…..That didn’t go well either. Turns out us suburban kids who played outdoors on a pebbly rink FLEW over freshly graded ice.
Apologies to number 9 in the green jersey. I simply couldn’t stop fast enough…in theory. I mean I never tried to stop if I had an opponent in front of me. I just figured it wouldn’t work.