Something very specific to my home villiage and gone by the end of the 80s, and utterly meaningless to all other posters, but it should be known that I do miss the annual Clog Trip.
Sunday car rides. The whole family piled in and we drove around the area for about an hour.
Forgot about that! Once in awhile, on a Sunday, that's what my dad did. There was a great little bakery near our house and he'd surprise us with a box of doughnuts. Usually their crumb buns.I miss when doughnuts were a special weekend treat. Oh, when my Dad would come in with the Sunday papers and a box of doughnuts on top of them
Big wheels and steep hills