In
old days
Do you remember any of these:
Window fans, Kick the Can, roller skates
with keys,
coonskin caps, hula hoops, 45 records,
cherry cokes, juke boxes, pony tails, bobbi
sox,
penny loafers, sideburns, Breck & Halo
Shampoo,
drive in movies, jacks, going home for
lunch,
marbles, monopoly, rabbit ears, aluminum
glasses,
sweater sets, white gloves, and can can
slips,
the smell of Old Spice, penny candy, and
Mother May I.
- A
little house with three bedrooms
and one car on the street,
- A mower that you had to pugrass
look neat
In the kitchen on the wall we
only had one phone, And no
need for recording
things, someone was always home
We only had a living room where
we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime in the
kitchen where we ate
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We had no need for family
rooms or extra rooms to
dine.
When meeting as a family those
two rooms would work
out fine
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We only had one TV set, and
channels maybe two, But
always there was one of them
with something worth
the view.
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For snacks we had potato chips
that tasted like a chip.
And if you wanted flavor there
was Lipton's onion dip
Store-bought snacks were rare
because my mother liked
to cook, And nothing can compare
to snacks in Betty
Crocker's book
Weekends
were for family trips or staying
home to play,
We all did things together --
even go to church to pray
When we did our weekend trips
depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because we
liked to be together
Sometimes we would separate to do
things on our own,
But we knew where the others were
without our own
cell phone.
Then there were the movies with
your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare to
watching movies in your car
Then there were the picnics at
the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees
and never need a reason
Get a baseball game together with
all the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball --
and no game video
Remember when the doctor used to
be the family friend,
And didn't need insurance or a
lawyer to defend?
The way that he took care of you
or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath and
strived to do the best for
you.
Remember going to the store and
shopping casually, And
when you went to pay for it you
used your own money?
Nothing that you had to swipe or
punch in some amount,
Remember when the cashier person
had to really count?
The milkman used to go from door
to door, And it was just
a few cents more than going to
the store
There was a time when mailed
letters came right to your
door, Without a lot of junk mail
ads sent out by every
store.
The mailman knew each house by
name and knew where it
was sent; There were not loads of
mail addressed to
"present occupant."
There was a time when just one
glance was all that it
would take, And you would know
the kind of car, the
model and the make
They didn't look like turtles
trying to squeeze out every
mile; They were streamlined,
white walls, fins, and
really had some style
One time the music that you
played whenever you would
jive, Was from a vinyl, big-holed
record called a forty-five
The record player had a post to
keep them all in line, And
then the records would drop down
and play one at a time
Oh sure, we had our problems
then, just like we do today,
And always we were striving,
trying for a better way.
Oh, the simple life we lived
still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game, just
kick the can and run?
And why would boys put baseball
cards between bicycle
spokes
And
for a nickel red machines had
little bottled
Cokes?
This life seemed so much easier
and slower in some ways,
I love the new technology but I
sure miss those days.
So time moves on and so do we,
and nothing stays the same,
But I sure love to reminisce and
walk down memory lane
How old is
grandpa?................Read
on..............
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Stay
with this -- the answer
is at the end. It will
blow you away
One evening a grandson
was talking to his
grandfather about
current events.
The grandson asked his
grandfather what he
thought about the
shootings at schools,
the computer age, and
just things in
general
The Grandfather replied,
"Well, let me think a
minute,
- I
was born
before:
television
penicillin
polio shots
frozen foods
Xerox
contact lenses
Frisbees and
the pill
There w ere no:
credit cards
laser beams or
ball-point
pens
Man had not
invented:
pantyhose
air conditioners
dishwashers
clothes dryers
and the clothes were
hung out to dry in the
fresh air and
man hadn't yet walked on
the moon
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Your
Grandmother and I got
married first, . . . and
then lived together.
Every family had a
father and a mother.
Until I was 25, I called
every man older than me,
"Sir".
And after I turned 25, I
still called policemen
and every man with a
title, "Sir."
We were before
gay-rights, computer-
dating, dual careers,
daycare centers, and
group therapy.
Our lives were governed
by the T en
Commandments, good
judgment, and common
sense.
We were taught to know
the difference between
right and wrong and to
stand up and take
responsibility for our
actions.
Serving your country was
a privilege; living in
this country was a
bigger privilege.
We thought fast food was
what people ate during
Lent.
Having a meaningful
relationship meant
getting along with your
cousins.
Draft dodgers were
people who closed their
front doors when the
evening breeze
started.
Time-sharing meant time
the family spent
together in the evenings
and weekends-not
purchasing
condominiums
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We
never heard of FM
radios, tape decks, CDs,
electric typewriters,
yogurt, or guys wearing
earrings.
We listened to the Big
Bands, Jack Benny, and
the President's speeches
on our radios.
And I don't ever
remember any kid blowing
his brains out listening
to Tommy Dorsey.
If you saw anything with
'Made in Japan' on it,
it was junk
The term 'making out'
referred to how you did
on your school exam.
Pizza Hut, McDonald's,
and instant coffee were
unheard of.
We had 5 &10-cent
stores where you could
actually buy things for
5 and 10 cents.
Ice-crea m cones, phone
calls, rides on a
streetcar, and a Pepsi
were all a nickel.
And if you didn't want
to splurge, you could
spend your nickel on
enough stamps to mail 1
letter and 2
postcards.
You could buy a new
Chevy Coupe for $600, .
. . but who could afford
one?
Too bad, because gas was
11 cents a gallon.
In my day:
"grass" was mowed,
"coke" was a cold
drink,
"pot" was something your
mother cooked in and
"rock music" was your
grandmother's
lullaby.
"Aids" were helpers in
the Principal's
office,
" chip" meant a piece of
wood,
"hardware" was found in
a hardware store and
"software" wasn't even a
word.
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And
we were the last
generation to
actually believe that
a lady needed a
husband to have a
baby. No wonder
people call us "old
and confused" and say
there is a generation
gap... and how old do
you think I am?
I bet you have this
very old man in
mind...you are in for
a shock!
Read on to see --
pretty scary if you
think about it and
pretty sad at the
same
time.
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Bonanza
The
claim we hold is as good
as gold, bonanza
Hand in hand we built
this land, the Ponderosa
Ranch
Our birthright is this
Cartwright bonanza
We here belong, and
standing strong, wrong
ain't got a chance .
Day by day, work or
play, ready side by
side
Hello friend, come on
in, the gate is open
wide
Bound to be a fightin'
free bonanza,
Singing pines ARE
boundary lines for the
Ponderosa Ranch.
[ guitar ]
Every tree and flower is
part of our bonanza
The stars at night, the
morning light, water in
the branch
We ride along four men
strong together
Every plain and ridge is
our heritage: Ponderosa
Ranch
Day by day, work or
play, ready side by
side.
Hello friend, come on
in, the gate is open
wide.
Bound to be a fightin'
free bonanza,
Singing pines ARE
boundary lines for the
Ponderosa
Ranch.
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Are
you ready ?????
This
man would be only 60 years old!
52
Years
ago!
Comments
made in the year 1955:
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"I'll
tell you one
thing, if
things keep
going the way
they are, it's
going to be
impossible to
buy a week's
groceries for
$20."
"Have you seen
the new cars
coming out next
year? It won't
be long before
$2000 will only
buy a used
one."
"If cigarettes
keep going up
in price, I'm
going to quit.
A quarter a
pack is
ridiculous."
"Did you hear
the post office
is thinking
about charging
a dime just to
mail a
letter?"
"If they raise
the minimum
wage to $1,
nobody will be
able to hire
outside help at
the store."
"When I first
started
driving, who
would have
thought gas
would someday
cost 29 cents a
gallon. Guess
we'd be better
off leaving the
car in the
garage."
"Kids today are
impossible.
Those duck tail
hair cuts make
it impossible
to stay
groomed. Next
thing you know,
boys will be
wearing their
hair as long as
the
girls."
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"I'm
afraid to send
my kids to the
movies any
more. Ever
since they let
Clark Gable get
by with saying
'damn' in 'Gone
With The Wind,'
it seems every
new movie has
either "hell"
or "damn" in
it.
"I read the
other day where
some scientist
thinks it's
possible to put
a man on the
moon by the end
of the century
They even have
some fellows
they call
astronauts
preparing for
it down in
Texas ."
"Did you see
where some
baseball player
just signed a
contract for
$75,000 a year
just to play
ball? It
wouldn't
surprise me if
someday they'll
be making more
than the
president."
"I never
thought I'd see
the day all our
kitchen
appliances
would be
electric. They
are even making
electric
typewriters
now."
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"It's
too bad things
are so tough
nowadays. I see
where a few
married women
are having to
work to make
ends meet."
"It won't be
long before
young couples
are going to
have to hire
someone to
watch their
kids so they
can both
work."
"Marriage
doesn't mean a
thing any more;
those Hollywood
stars seem to
be getting
divorced at the
drop of a
hat."
"I'm just
afraid the
Volkswagen car
is going to
open the door
to a whole lot
of foreign
business.
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"Thank
goodness I
won't live to
see the day
when the
Government
takes half our
income in
taxes. I
sometimes
wonder if we
are electing
the best people
to
government."
"The drive-in
restaurant is
convenient in
nice weather,
but I seriously
doubt they will
ever catch
on."
"There is no
sense going to
Lincoln or
Omaha anymore
for a weekend.
It costs nearly
$15 a night to
stay in a
hotel."
"No one can
afford to be
sick any more;
$35 a day in
the hospital is
too rich for my
blood."
"If they think
I'll pay 50
cents for a
hair cut,
forget it."
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Here
is an oldie but it still
gives us food for
thought.
A man and woman
had been married for
more than 60 years They
had shared everything.
They had talked about
everything. They had
kept no secrets from
each other except that
the little old woman had
a shoe box in the top of
her closet that she had
cautioned her husband
never to open or ask her
about.
For all of these
years, he had never
thought about the box,
but one day the little
old woman got very sick
and the doctor said she
would not recover.
In trying to sort
out their affairs, the
little old man took down
the shoe box and took it
to his wife's
bedside.
She agreed that it
was time that he should
know what was in the
box.
When he opened it,
he found two crocheted
dolls and a stack of
money totalling
$95,000.
He asked her about
the contents. "When we
were to be married," she
said, " my grandmother
told me the secret of a
happy marriage was to
never argue. She told me
that if I ever got angry
with you, I should just
keep quiet and crochet a
doll."
>The little old man
was so moved; he had to
fight back tears. Only
two precious dolls were
in the box. She had only
been angry with him two
times in all those years
of living and loving He
almost burst with
happiness.
"Honey," he said,
"that explains the doll,
but what about all of
this money?
Where did it come
from?"
"Oh," she said, "that's
the money I made from
selling the dolls."
A
Prayer.......
Dear Lord, I pray
for Wisdom to understand
my man; Love to forgive
him; And Patience for
his moods; Because Lord,
if I pray for Strength,
I'll beat him to death,
because I don't know how
to crochet.
Old
Age, I decided, is gift.
I
am now, probably
for the first time in my
life, the person I
have always wanted to
be. Oh, not
my body! I
sometime despair over my
body, the
wrinkles, the baggy
eyes, and the
sagging butt. And
often I am taken
aback by that old
person that lives
in my mirror (who looks
like my mother!),
but I don't agonize over
those things for long.
I
would never trade
my amazing friends, my
wonderful life, my
loving family for
less gray hair or a
flatter belly.
As I've aged, I've
become more kind
to myself, and less
critical of
myself. I've become my
own friend.
I
don't chide myself
for eating that
extra cookie, or for not
making my bed, or
for buying that
silly cement gecko that
I didn't need, but
looks so avante
garde on my patio.
I am entitled to a
treat, to be
messy, to be
extravagant.
I
have seen
too many dear friends
leave this world too
soon; before they
understood
the great freedom
that comes with
aging.
Whose
business is it if
I choose to read or play
on the computer until 4
AM and sleep until
noon?
I
will dance with
myself to those
wonderful tunes of the
60&70's, and
if I, at the same
time, wish to weep over
a lost love ... I
will.
I
will walk the
beach in a swim suit
that is stretched over a
bulging body, and
will dive
into the waves
with abandon if I choose
to, despite the pitying
glances from the
jet set.
They
too will get old.
I
know I am
sometimes
forgetful. But
there again, some of
life is just as
well
forgotten. And I
eventually
remember the important
things.
Sure,
over the years my heart
has been broken.
How can your
heart not break
when you lose a
loved one,
or when a child
suffers, or even when
somebody's beloved pet
gets hit by
a car? But broken
hearts are what
give us strength
and understanding and
compassion. A
heart never broken
is pristine and
sterile and will
never know the joy of
being imperfect.
I
am so blessed to
have lived long
enough to have my hair
turning gray, and to
have my
youthful laughs be
forever etched into
deep grooves on my
face. So
many have never laughed,
and so many have
died before their
hair could turn silver.
As
you get older, it
is easier to be
positive. You care
less about what
other people
think. I
don't
question myself anymore.
I've even earned
the right to be
wrong.
So,
to answer your question,
I like being
old. It has set me free.
I like the
person I have become.
I am not going to
live forever,
but while I
am still here, I will
not waste time lamenting
what could
have been,
or worrying about what
will be. And I
shall eat dessert every
single day. (If I
feel like it)
MAY
OUR
FRIENDSHIP NEVER
COME APART ESPECIALLY
WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT
FROM THE HEART!
MAY
YOU ALWAYS HAVE A
RAINBOW OF SMILES
ON YOUR FACE AND IN
YOUR HEART FOREVER
AND EVER!
Just
received this from
my friend Tom and
want to share it with
all of you.
Enjoy
and share with
others.
Short
and Funnys Gems with
music
Click link below.
This
is so lovely - mothers and
grandmothers especially will
enjoy it.
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This
collection
of pictures really
brought back lots of
childhood
memories!
- How
many of these do you
remember?
Aluminum Christmas Trees
Washtub wringers
45 RPM records
45 rpm spindles
Green Stamps
Metal ice cubes trays with levers
15 cent McDonald hamburgers
5 cent packs of baseball cards
Penny candy
Roller-skate keys
Cigarettes for Christmas (OMG!!)
Cork pop
guns
Plastic Army Men
Studebakers
Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored
sugar water inside
Soda pop machines that dispensed glass
bottles
Coffee shops with table side jukeboxes
Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing
gum
Home milk delivery in glass bottles
with cardboard stoppers
Candy cigarettes
Chief Pontiac Signs
P.F. Fliers
Telephone numbers with a word
prefix...(Raymond
4-601). Party
lines
Howdy Dowdy
Marlin Perkins
Drive in
Movies
Drive in restaurants
Car Hops
The Fuller Brush Man
Sky King
Reel-To-Reel tape recorders
Tinkertoys
Erector Sets
25 cent a gallon gasoline
Jiffy Pop popcorn
5 cent stamps
Gum wrapper chains (#1 Study Hall
activity!!)
5 cent Cokes
Speedy Alka-Seltzer
Falstaff Beer
Burma Shave
signs
Brownie camera
Flash bulbs
TV Test patterns
Old Yeller
Chef Boy-ar-dee
Fire escape tubes
Timmy and Lassie
Ding Dong Avon calling!
Chatty Cathy dolls
Brylcreem
Topo Gigio
Midlife Crisis
A
glance in the mirror. Simple,
yet altering somehow.I am not
the child I once was, yet I can
still see him there. Bright,
happy, outgoing.
But
wait, I pause to truly see the
me I am today; lines and
crevices mar the unspoiled face
of childhood, mirroring the many
paths I could have chosen.
I am
not sixteen, I am not twenty,
and I am no longer thirty-five.
Time has marched across my
features and I can scarcely
remember the Never-Neverland of
childish imaginings.
Yet, as
I continue to gaze in the
reflection, I see the features
of family older and wiser in the
shape and contour of my face.
These family members gaze at me
knowingly and understand the
path I tread. A few of these
family members remain while
others reside in my memory only.
One
day, those gathered in my mind
will be the stuff of legend with
a bit of fable thrown in. Family
stories will be passed along to
those who never knew the flesh
and blood reality. Given enough
time, most will be forgotten.
This
chance encounter with the me in
the mirror brings about a
midlife crisis of sorts. And I
find myself needing to make a
choice.
I can
attempt to mimic the me I recall
in faulty memory or I can
attempt to honor the memory of
those I have known by being more
like them. Yet, neither choice
seems entirely agreeable.
Perhaps
there is another choice.
The
good old days are often the best
of memories, sifted often and
embellished with time. The
future holds much promise,
dreams, adventure, danger, new
generations who do not see eye
to eye with the past, declining
health, perhaps loss of job,
loss of memory and loss of my
spouse.
My life
is neither at the beginning and
it may not be at the end. God
delights in the heart of a
child, so I choose that heart.
God delights in maturity, so I
chose this path.
God
gave Moses his greatest
assignment at the age of 80,
Abraham became a parent at 100,
Paul and John wrote significant
words later in life. Through
aches and pains, flesh thorns
and heartache, God used these
men.
I will
not cower at the thought of the
coming years. I want to run
eagerly to my Savior's side and
take His assignments gladly. I
want to do so willingly.
Rather
than looking back at the way
things were, I want to look
ahead to the way things could
be. I want the heart of a child
and the maturity of a wise man.
I want to greet each day with a
willingness to pursue the
adventure called life. I won't
do it by acting like someone
half my age. I will do it with
the help of an ageless God who
loves me and understands that I
am but dust.
I will
associate with younger people. I
will need to know what they
think and how they see their
world. I will surround myself
with older people. I will need
the wisdom they can offer. And I
will not contribute one dime to
the widening of the generation
gap.
The me
in the mirror is not what I once
was. The me in the mirror is not
the final word on who I will
become. The me in the mirror is
simply a reflection of today. A
day that the Lord has made for
my enjoyment and, more
importantly, His purpose.
I walk
away from the mirror with a
smile on my face. I have things
to do, crisis averted!
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