Thank you! Ms. Phyllis you look stunning today! My Dad was born 1945. I was 1965 but remember some of the things !

Miss Phyllis was such a beautiful special lovely lady. I miss her so much⚘⚘⚘and of course Mr.Bucky too.😥

Wonderful remainders of days gone past have a wonderful day hello to Mr Bucky

Looking beautiful:)

Thank you for sharing! I was born in the 70's so I love to hear about the older generations. I have a 12 and 14 year old that I want to hear this.

Beautiful lady inside and out. Really miss you and Mr Buckey. Enjoy going back to see all your videos I missed. RIP beautiful lady and Mr Buckey.

You are always beautiful, but you look *glamourous* today!

@KrysDlite

7 жыл бұрын

Heidi Hudgins That is the perfect word to describe her! I commented a minute ago and said she was stunning but that didn't quite express what I wanted to say (hope that makes sense, she is stunning of course but I was trying to think of a more accurate description). 😁 She looks glamorous, indeed. 👌🏽

@louann4992

7 жыл бұрын

Heidi Hudgins yes that's a good way to describe.

@pattycakes6636

7 жыл бұрын

I enjoyed this video on your grade school, you have a great memory. I went to grade school in Kansas City, Missouri. The winters were bitter cold with snow. When we arrived at school we had a big room next to class, for our coats, gloves leggings, hat and rubber boots, we called galoshes. In class we always said the pledge of allegiance. I do not recall teachers names or grades I was in. I do remember the principle would spank a child (boys as I recall). The whole school was allowed to crowd around and watch. One time I got around so I could see who the unfortunate person was. Well, it was my older brother! Shocking, I was stunned. Memories.......

Yes ma'am. I love your stories! Happy to listen to more. Thank you very much for sharing with us. 🤗

i love listening to your stories ! You are a beautiful Lady & I love your hair!

Just love your stories. I attended first grade in 1953. I spend 12 years in parochial school wearing a uniform, The boys and girls were to be separated in the school yard. My best friend and I were standing in the girls school yard and two eighth boys were chasing each other and ran through our area. They knocked my best friend over and all of her front teach were broken. I think I was in the third grade. I hadn't thought of that in many many years. I guess if we live long enough, there are many stories we can tell. I wouldn't trade my childhood growing up in the 50's for anything. I still think they were "the best of times". Oddly enough, I was also Mary in the Christmas play and given those exact instructions!

@Yogirliej4dee

7 жыл бұрын

In Canada BC, they made class size smaller to make things run better for teachers and we have more special needs students now. The kindergarten class here use round tables and did a lot of circle time.

I love to hear your stories of growing up in the 50s. It brings back so many memories for me as well. My my, how schools and teachers have changed over the years! How did we let this happen to the schools today? So many kids have no respect for other people or property. Sad..... If you don't mind me saying, you look absolutely beautiful with your hair down! Mr Bucky is a very lucky guy! Thanks for sharing! Bless!

Thanks for the stories. I was born in 1959, so my school experience was in the 60's/70's, but your stories encourage me to think about my own experience being a little kid and to remember all the things that were good. I cleverly leave the bad memories where they are.

Beautiful.

Always Beautiful Phyllis😀 Thank You for another wonderful story.

I was also born in Virginia and my first school year was there. Lice was a problem there even in the early sixties. My dad worked for power companies so he was transferred a lot. He was sent to Kentucky where TB was a big problem. One of my brothers and I flunked the TB test along with other students and the principal took us to the hospital for a chest X-ray. Thank God neither one of us had it. Boys were more important than girls back then and only my brother was tested to find out what was wrong with him. He had an allergy to birds. Keep up your stories. I love them.

You look so nice! Our "grade school" was 1st grade-8th grade. I started school in 1961. We had the school lunch program, the cost was 25 cents a day. EVERYTHING was made from scratch and during class, you could smell the home made rolls baking. I can still remember that every Thursday we'd have spaghetti with meat sauce, salad, hot rolls and a dessert. Also, on Fridays, we didn't have meat on the menu because we had a lot of Catholics in our town. Us girls also had to wear dresses everyday but, in the winter months, if the weather was terribly bad, we were allowed to wear long pants under our dresses!! (I'm a WV girl). We didn't have snow days back then, as long as you could get there, you went. I hated it because we lived directly behind the school. Some of the teachers and some of the kids that rode the buses couldn't make it so we'd have to sit in the gym and watch movies. Mom would not ever let us stay home on those days. I vividly remember the day President Kennedy got shot. So sad. Our schools were closed down for several days.

Phyllis, yes you look stunning and your heart is beautiful. I love your stories, so much. Sometimes, I yearn for those days. Thank you for taking me into a time that warms my heart! I just love you and Mr. Bucky. Same holds true for him.

You look so pretty!

@marquitasozio4459

5 жыл бұрын

Miss phy.lis, you should try Baker You should grease your cake pans. It IS Great!

I so enjoy your stories - thank you

Miss Phyllis, I just love your stories.

We're the same age. I entered Kindergarten the fall of '49. The discipline was very strict and miscreants were paddled. It didn't happen often simply because we didn't dare make trouble. I was never afraid, but we all knew the consequences of bad behavior. I had only one mean teacher, Miss Katz, for second grade. She told us the first day that she didn't like children. But parents supported the teachers rather than blaming them or making excuses for their children's poor behavior or refusal to do their schoolwork, as happens so often today. My father told me to behave and do my work, and I'd have no problems, and it was true. It was only the rare bully or constant discipline problem who was paddled with a parent there. The classes were large, about 30 to 32 students. By 3rd grade, the overcrowding caused old army barracks to be used as portable schoolrooms put in the schoolyard. I was in a portable for 3rd, 4th, and 6th grade. The hot lunch program provided a large, hot, well-balanced and very tasty lunch with milk for 25 cents a day, and it was all made on the premises. The walk to school was a bit less than a half mile, and we walked in all weather, including 3 feet of snow, bundled up like Ralphie's little brother in "A Christmas Story." We also had some classmates who had had polio during the scare years when public pools were closed, but there was no teasing, or else. Different times.

Oh Phyllis , that was so fun !!! I was in Lutheran grade school in St. Louis Mo. in the 50's. They were very strict but for the most part fair. We had a crippled girl in our class which was new to all of us. We were taught how to treat her nicely and help her through doorways with her crutchs. She had polio. It made me so sad to watch her. She tried to be cheery and never complained. . My extra favorite time of year was practicing for the Christmas program at the church. I was Mary too, we have something in common. Made me feel real special and I too was told to look loveingly at baby Jesus. Our principal used a belt on the naughty boys. What was hard for me was those naughty boys made me laugh so hard and then they got in so much trouble for disrupting class. love and blessings sweet lady. Oh by the way, you look gorgeous today ! Mr Bucky will get his little heart to fluttering !!!!

Gorgeous Phyllis!!💖 Love your stories. I was born in '55 and love to tell my children and grands of the good ol days! Thank you for sharing 😀

I love your varied stories. Never boring. Please more! I was born in 47 and your stories have made me recollect many of buried happenings. Thank you 😊

I enjoyed the school memories. I was born in 1950 so missed out on some of that but related to most of it.

Gorgeous!!!

Love hearing these stories.🙂

I loved hearing about your school years and your family. I also thoroughly enjoy all of your cooking videos and am so glad you enjoy cooking for us yum!!! You are a beautiful lady inside and out!!!

Oh my!! Love your stories. You are so beautiful! Thank you for sharing.

I too went to a school during WWII in a rural 4-room school. Lower 2 rooms for grades 1,2 and 3,4, upper 2 rooms for grades 5 and 6. The floors were hardwood and mopped with oiled wood chips every night (firetrap?), heated with a coal-burning steam-radiator system. I was there only for grades 1 and 2, then Dad came home from Europe and we returned to the big city. I was born in 1937.

I absolutely enjoy your stories. It reminds me of listening to my aunt's and my grandmother as well as my mom's stories.. I really like the real stories and how people act now as to how things are. TFS your stories.

Pretty is always pretty , no matter what age..Love your recipes...

I'm a 24 year old male and Im subscribed to her. Pretty sure she never expected my demographic. Phyllis you are beautiful and transcendent.

Looking Simply Stunning! A True Beauty Inside & Out

Found your videos a couple of weeks ago and just love them. It's like stepping back in time with your stories and wonderful recipes just like my mom used to make ! My mother worked full time but she cooked breakfast every morning and supper every night. We had desert with every supper. You look wonderful ! Thanks for bring back so many memories. Born in Lancaster County S.C.

You look fabulous.

Enjoy your stories! Your sister and you shared a lot! Poor mama.. 😊 You are such a natural beauty but your hair and makeup look awesome today!

Always beautiful, but you are prettier than a picture today.... Loved hearing the stories about grade school. To be honest, love anything you share. Thank You !

Phyllis you look lovely here .I love your hair and your make up is so pretty and soft. I love your story. I went to school in those years. I still remember my first years too. I can still see my teacher's faces. Amazing to think at 73 ; I can still remember back then. I love to hear you ...memories. Thank you. 😍

LAWD girl you look great.

Because of you I have no time to cook. I start off watching one interesting video and my eye wanders just so slightly to the right...enough to catch another video I HAVE to watch and then can you believe it? THE SAME THING HAPPENS AGAIN AND AGAIN...until something presses on me to get up. I've been cooking for over 45 years and still learn something new with every ideo you make. Thank you, Phyllis. You do look very nice with the curled hair.

Love hearing your stories. We are about the same age and you bring up many memories.

Looking good Ms Phyllis/ I enjoy your 1950's stories.They bring back memories for me. I was born in 1947 and went to school in the 50's....great time back then. We also had to wear dresses ,but in the Winter on really cold days the girls were allowed to wear pants under our dresses....LOL so we were double dressed. I remember all of my teachers were old also and none of them were married. Keep the stories coming .

Ms Phyllis I just finished watching the video you made right after you had that accident and then had pneumonia. Now I just finished watching this one so I say you have recovered very well! LOL! I too was at school, from 1949 on and I only remember one mean teacher, in 1st grade. She was very sarcastic and belittled anyone who didn't learn as fast as she wanted. Sarcasm doesn't work on children, they only know that you don't like them. All the rest of my teachers were great. I remember two that I specially loved; Mrs. Plum in second grade, who was also the town librarian. (I grew up in a small country town in California) She taught us how to memorize, and to this day I am still a good speller! And Mrs. Hart- something who was a tiny lady and all the kids loved her. Unfortunately the townspeople were very prejudiced and she was of mixed race and was only with us for a year. Sad the awful things that happened back then (and unfortunately still do). Some things are a lot better now, or at least people are more aware, by and large. I also remember practicing hiding under our desks in case the "commies" dropped a bomb! Like that would have helped! I enjoy your video's so much. You remind me of my mothers folks down in Texas, and my mother would so approve of your " lady like low voice!" She was forever reminding me to lower my voice;)

I like you story please keep sharing, Thanks

I love it love it love it thank you for sharing

Loved your stories/memories of school back in the 50's . Brought back memories !! Looking good today!

Wow, Love your hair and makeup. You look amazing.

Loved your school stories!

Love hearing all your stories, keep them coming.

beautiful inside and out

I very much enjoyed listening to your memories of elementary school. It's so refreshing to hear you say that at that time how teachers were greatly respected by not only the students but also the parents. Sadly, that is not always the case in today's world. I am now retired, but I was a teacher for 30 years in the public school system and the respect for teachers is definitely dwindling. I went to elementary school in the 60's and I remember being afraid of some of my teachers. I also remember being told by my mom that if I got in trouble at school that I'd get it twice as hard when I got home! I think in those days the parents supported the teachers more as far as discipline goes. Back in those days girls were not allowed to wear slacks to school. We had to wear dresses and in the winter when it was cold and snowy, those of us who had to walk to school were allowed to wear slacks under our skirts but when we finally arrived at school we had to take our slacks off in the coat room. I would really like to hear more of your memories of growing up. Thanks, Phyllis!

I forgot about the undershirts! My mom sewed buttons and buttonholes on my uniform blouses and skirts to keep looking neat.

You look amazing Phyllis. Such a beautiful woman. Mr. Bucky is one blessed man to have a beautiful woman and one of the best cooks around and the sweetest down to earth woman as his wife. Lord God blessed you both together. Such a lovely couple.

Love your stories. We are the same age so these memories are special to me. Looking beautiful today Ms Phyllis.

Phyllis, you are gorgeous!! Love your hair!

I just found your channel a few weeks ago and I just love it. You are such a wonderful woman. Thank you for sharing with us. I love your hair with the curls it's very pretty.You look beautiful.

I love your stories. You hair looks really nice in this video

I think that is why a lot of us behave. Oh my goodness need some of that now days. Thank You!!! Hugs!!

Somehow I vanished my comment before I finished it! I started kindergarten (half-day) in 1957 and I remember that there were at least 35 kids in my classes up through the 6th grade. We went home for lunch every day. We had buses but they were city buses, not yellow school buses. There were over 600 in my high school graduating class (1971) - now that same school graduates about 250/year. I well remember the undershirts! And dresses with puffy short sleeves and a sash at the back, maybe with smocking on the bodice. Worn with mary janes and white lacy ankle socks. I had a friend who wore leg braces because she'd had polio. I also had both measles and chicken pox - bad both times. A far more innocent and I think kinder time.

Miss Phyllis, you are looking gorgeous! I like hearing about your past. Some of it I can relate to as I went to school in the 1960s to 1970s. We had kindergarten separate from the bigger kids 2nd to 4th graders. I'm left-handed and it was not tolerated in 2nd grade Cathelic school, had the ruler hit my left hand by the nun school teacher. I was so upset that I was different. My dad pulled me out of the Catholic school, went to grade school. I did great after that. I was in concert band, won reginal clarinet quartet contest, won science fair contest, excelled in English. I believe a child should be praised and encouraged to do their best, not to be punished because they are different. I love hearing your stories and enjoy your recipes, thanks!

Phyllis, you look fabulous today! You look like your in your late 40's/early 50's.

I love these stories you tell. 😊

Oh how beautiful for Mr. Bucky or Church? Absolutely gorgeous Phyllis

Thank you 💖

I lived in a very very small country town and there were several boys who came to school barefooted......I doubt it was their choice. They just didn't have shoes to wear. I understand exactly what you mean about children behaving.....it was expected and enforced!!! No questions asked. The most dramatic thing that happened to me was during recess or PE or whatever it was called.......we were playing softball. I was the batter on deck and the batter before me was batting and she moved out of the batter area and hit me up 'side the head with the bat. I have always had a lot of respect for the baseball batting area to this day. We had grades 1-8 and a total of probably 65 or 70 students total. Each classroom had two grades. I remember our lunchroom lady with such fondness. She got government subsidies to feed us with and I know she could work wonders. I remember she would get spam and we loved it....she would cut it into strips and bake it in the oven in bbq sauce....she made navy beans and corn sticks. She made beef stew and spaghetti with meat sauce and I'm sure she made other things that were delicious but I just remember those things off the top of my head.. She also made fresh hot rolls everyday and they were wonderful. She was an old lady and she walked to work and then had to walk home after working all day. It was a hard job to cook, serve and then clean up for one little old lady. My dad was talking about picking her up and taking her home. She said many people passed her by because she only lived about 3 miles away, but she said it surely was a long walk in the afternoon. She would thank my daddy and tell him that at the end of the day the most wonderful thing in the world was to get a ride home. I loved your memories....please share more. It seems that we all had similiar things....there was always a bully and always a little rich girl....probably some mean boys too.....but I suppose that is what shaped us. Thanks for posting your videos, I look forward to seeing you every evening.

Life stories, cooking, I'm enjoying it all. You look amazing. Thanks for sharing.

I enjoy all your stories. Keep them coming.

You look amazing with your hair....Keep it... love your cooking too....

It was a little bit different in So Cal at that time. We had individual classes with at least 2 rooms for each grade, including kindergarten, with about 26-28 kids, if I remember right.

You look so pretty ms stokes

Beautiful!

That's so funny, I was chosen to be Mary in my school play too around second grade. I was also told to look at the baby with love and felt the pressure. Haha! Interesting how different generations can still relate to old school memories. =)

You are looking absolutely gorgeous! Thanks for sharing the memories! !

So fun hearing your memories! It made me take a walk down memory lane myself.

I'm a former teacher. I love learning about the real "old school".

I have been binge watching your videos for a week. I have not turned on the TV! You got me into the green smoothies, and I feel so much better! My ibs is healing. Thank you so much!

phyllis you look so pretty in this video. Love your hair. I love all your videos. All the cooking ones a great. Brings back memories. I learn from you also. I deeply appreciate all your videos, your husband and yourself. you're both a blessing. Thank you.

All of your videos are precious memories for your family. I wish my grandma had done something like this for me. There are some of her memories written down and I have her handwritten recipe cards,however I wish I could hear her voice and laughter again. You are sharing a priceless gift with them as well as us in cyberspace that adore you :)

I remember that our house had a quarantine card next to the front door when I had the Red or Hard measles. I saw it only when the public health nurse(we lived in a city in Ill.) came to our house to take the card off when I was better. Like you I was really sick. Remember the old desks with the flip up tops? When I was in 1st grade our class had really old desks, a whole row of them screwed down on the floor, no flip up top just a shelf underneath and a hole for an ink well in the top right hand corner. We got the new flip top ones for 2nd grade. We had a 2 story red brick school with a wide central staircase. For fire drills they would tell us and all the girls were to wear shorts or pants under our dresses because the fire exit from the 2nd floor was 2 huge tubes on each side of the school that you slid down! 2 6th grade boys at the top to help you sit and told you to hold your arms straight out. Two more 6th grade boys at the bottom of the tube that grabbed your arms and kind of slung you off easily so you didn't fall. It was the scariest thing for 3rd and 4th graders who now had classrooms on the 2nd floor. Flying down in the dark trying to keep your dress our of your face and hold your arms out so they could catch you and fling you off. We all heard such scary tales of what kind of injuries you would get if they couldn't grab your arms to stop you. Can you imagine anything like that today???

I enjoy these stories very much! I went to grammar school in the 60s in a small California town. My kindergarten teacher was a young lady and my 6th grade teacher was a young man, but the rest of them were older Mennonite ladies and they all spoke German and cooked German food and so we learned a lot of songs in German and ate a lot of good German food.

You are so pretty!!! I love your stories!!! Thank you for sharing! 💖💖

Love these kind of stories, more please.

I enjoy your stories. My time is well spent when watching or listening. I went to elementary school in the late 60s, early 70s in a small town in Kansas. My 2nd grade teacher did not like me for some reason. I remember her leaving scratches on my back, through my blouse, from her long fingernails. I remember going to her house, knocking on the door and asking her why she did it and why she didn't like me. She slammed the door in my face. Mind you, this was the next year, I was third grade. After that, my 3rd grade teacher had an attitude toward me and accused me of stealing a dime off her desk. I remember her telling me to take it, as it laid there on her desk. I refused because we were taught not to take things without asking our parents. My mom was furious. I remember her telling my dad that teacher was a horrible person. She and her husband filed for bankruptcy twice and knew all about thievery! Haha Off topic: Love your hair. I have straight hair, too and have an awful time holding a curl. Yours looks lovely.

Right,I went to K in 1970,and it wasn't required until '74 I think

O my..I'm so thankful the mmr shot came out and I had it

Very interesting stories of your primary grade years! Makes me think of when I was in kindergarten and first grade. Thanks for sharing!

I enjoyed this video SO much - THANK YOU!!! It helped me remember the excitement of gathering around the little tv set with my 3rd grade classmates to watch the inauguration of President Carter. Anytime you or Mr. Bucky share stories I am mesmerized and so appreciative!

Perfection! A classic southern lady, I loved this video! I was born in 1959 and I attended a little one room school with only one teacher for all of the grades, it only went up to the 8th grade. There might have been a total of 25 or 30 students in the whole school. My twin brother and I were the only ones in kindergarten and then first grade. then we moved and we went to what we thought was a big school, there were 14 of us in the second grade. There were only 13 of us in our senior class in 1977. Good times for sure.

Love the hair girl! Yes, I was one of those children who got a paddling for lieing to my teacher about a grade I said I had gotten on a phonics lesson. She had let us grade our own paper and then to my dismay, she had us all bring our paper up to her so she could double check, and I was mortified. So, I didn't tell my mother for 2-3 years because she always said if I got it at school, when I got home I'd get it there too. So when I did get up the courage to tell her, I waited until we were on our way to church and I remember she didn't say anything or holler at me, but I imagine she was holding back the laughter. When I asked her if she was going to punish me, she said she figured I'd punished myself long enough over it. Man, did I wish I had told her sooner. haha!

Thanks for sharing your memories of school. They spark my own memories of starting school in the later 50's. You look lovely today.

I have similar memories of school days. The big standout was the discipline issue. I remember a few more behavior issues than you do, but still not anything to mention up until junior high school. I remember a wonderful kindergarten, an interesting first grade, a sweet second grade teacher who would pop her contact lenses out during the day, and third grade teacher, Mrs. Floyd, who was African American. Fourth grade fifth and sixth was handled between two teachers in am and pm shifts. One semester I was sidelined from my peer group due to crowding, and it was very lonely for the few of us who had to continue to study independently. It is where I became a book lover. Thanks for this series. Please continue.

Hello Miss Phyllis. I've been watching your cooking blogs for sometime now ..but never commented also a long time subscriber..enjoy your smooth southern charm and relaxing voice. These school stories touch so much nostalgia in me I had to comment. Coming from Northeastern Pennsylvania..we have many Pa. German families here..plus the war brides babies were German and English mother's..your teacher with the ruler in her hand and the expensive shoes and clothes sounds like my teacher and she was a German woman..which my father is Pa. German and was very strict with all of us..we got the paddle at school and at home if we were bad.lol..I had older parents and went to school very similar to your story..we had a cloak room for our coats and hats and boots. Golashes with the metal buckles ..either black or red..lol.I can still remember the scent of the stick paste plastic containers and the construction paper and the waxed hard wood floors with a high gloss coat of schalack ..and freshly painted rooms on the first day of school..with my navy and white Buster Brown shoes and white knee socks and a dress or skirt..gum erasers..and my school was a 4 room school house ..first thru fourth..with a coopella bell tower..when the tower got taken away for safety and mantainance reasons..the teacher would ring a hand bell on a long handle out the window 5 Times and we would line up in 2 lines like soilders..couldn't talk and look straight ahead..and proceed into our rooms..the lunch wagon wasn't Iintroduced until 3rd grade..we thought that was awesome at the time..love there lunches also. Always had the softest buttered bread with every lunch and chocolate or white milk..curiosity of our many local dairies..which were of German decent..and right near to our communities.I often remembrance about my elementary school years..I also had the mumps and measles..we had a country doctor and I remember getting a shot of penicillin..which save my life.and he told my mother to keep me in a darken room..no sunlight until I was over the measles. Sunlight makes them bloom..and more red and increase. Thank you for your recipes and stories..wishing you health and happiness and a long life with your husband...P.S...are you by chance have native American in you? You look like my relatives on my father's side who are Pa. German and Lenni Lenape Delaware native american..you look stunning btw. Take care.💗 oh btw.I'm 55...had black and white tv until I was 15.. and penny candy stores were plentiful...luv those days!!!!

We played marbles and jacks. Loved jacks. We had paddles back in the day with holes in it.

I wish things were like that today, the kids would have more respect for their teachers and elders. By the way you look fabulous!

@calisongbird

7 жыл бұрын

babydoe42 bullshit. Corporal punishment is abuse. All it creates is fear and intimidation, as evidenced by the way she told the story. She said she just sat there quiet and scared. That's not the same as respect. Respect is earned. You can't beat respect into children- just fear.

Im so excited to have found your channel Phyllis!! I think its wonderful that you are putting your wonderful recipes and stories on. Im learning a lot about your cooking and baking. Thank you so much and keep them coming. God bless you!!

That is exactly the way I remember school. Also, We would never think of talking back to our mother and father.

When I was in the first grade (in 1963) We were all sitting in circles around tables doing our school work. My teacher was sitting at a table helping another child read. I was writing using a pencil and my pencil lead broke. I was so shy that I would have been happy to be invisible in the classroom. I stood up and was walking to sharpen my pencil when all of a sudden the teacher swatted me on the behind with a book and told me to sit down. I was so embarrassed and couldn’t finish my work. The next day at recess I walked home 😂 boy mom walked me right back! Lol the next time I just hung out at this church between my house and the school lol 😂 I finally got into my head that I couldn’t do that anymore. I too was afraid of my teachers.

Ms. Phyllis, you look stunning. I wish my hair would go all silver like yours. Thanks for sharing your stories. I'm a baby-boomer too. And yes, things were certainty different back then.

Beautiful