The very people and groups who call everyone racists and sees racial overtones in literally everyone and everything are the very ones who when they first see a person see first the color, race, religion, clothes and so forth first and do not see the person first. And they also think that a black person, Asian or gay person are so weak and inept that they can’t think or fend for themselves. And who appointed these asinine liberals to speak for all groups in the world; did anyone ask these folks if they need or want these people to think for them.
I have seen obsessive animal lovers who say they won’t eat meat because it means an animal has to die and it is cruel. But I have noticed over time that these same people always without fail will make sure the dog or cat food they buy for their animals have “meat” in it. I don’t get it, is that meat in the animal foods not really meat – I don’t think so, I’ve read the label.
I don’t get it when I hear liberals rail against capital punishment as being cruel and inhumane but these same folks are all pro abortion. So somehow killing and mutilating babies is somehow ok? Of course the other side is a bit inconsistent also as Pro Life usually means Pro Capital Punishment; I am in this group I am afraid as if killers are put to death then they will not be hurting other people in the future.
On the lighter side when going to the grocery store to pick up toilet paper I find that it is not called toilet paper, it is called bath tissue. Now who among us has ever bathed with and dried off with “bath tissue”? It is toilet paper folks – always was and always will be.
Remember Slow Food?
‘Someone asked the other day, ‘What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?’
‘We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,
I informed him.
‘All the food was slow.’
‘C’mon, seriously. Where did you eat?’
‘It was a place called ‘at
Home,” I explained. !
‘Mom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn’t like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.’
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.
But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it :
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, never wore Levi’s, never set foot on a golf course, never traveled out of the country or had a credit card.
In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card. The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears & Roebuck.
Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died
My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer.
I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow)
We didn’t have a television in our house until I was 11.
It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. And there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people.
I was 19 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called ‘pizza pie.’ When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It’s still the best pizza I ever had.
I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn’t know weren’t already using the line.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers–my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which he got to keep 2 cents. He had to get up at 6 AM every morning.
On Saturday, he had to collect the 42 cents from his customers. His favorite customers were the ones who gave him 50 cents and told him to keep the change. His least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.
Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren
Just don’t blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn’t what it used to be, is it?
MEMORIES from a friend :
My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother’s house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to ‘sprinkle’ clothes with because we didn’t have steam irons. Man, I am old.
How many do you remember?
Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
Real ice boxes.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.
Older Than Dirt Quiz :
Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about. Ratings at the bottom.
1. Blackjack chewing gum
2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
5 Coffee shops or diners with table side jukeboxes
6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines on the telephone
8 Newsreels before the movie
9. P.F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11.. TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (there were only 3 channels…[if you were fortunate)
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15.S&H green stamps
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19. Blue flashbulb
21. Roller skate keys
25. Wash tub wringers
If you remembered 0-5 = You’re still young
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older
If you remembered 11-15 = Don’t tell your age,
If you remembered 16-25 = You’ re older than dirt!
I might be older than dirt but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.
Don’t forget to pass this along!!
Especially to all your really good
It has been said that the young look to the future and the old look to the past. Since I am pushing 70 I can attest to that first hand. The last few years I have thought a lot of childhood memories and places.
I remember when every family had only one car and the whole family shared it with the kids being at the bottom of the pecking order. Today though it is common that every member of the family has a car – they feel it is their right.
I remember when every household had only one telephone and it was attached to the wall with a cord. That progressed to the point that telephones became cordless and you could walk around the house. In todays world everybody has a cell phone and it can be used anywhere you go; people are on the phone in movies, while shopping, while driving or walking – everywhere.
And music, well it just isn’t good anymore. I have always loved music of all kinds except for Opera and Rap. I even love some music recorded way before I was born. One thing I have noticed over the years is that the singers and groups of the past always dressed up and looked great with suits or matching outfits; but in todays world the singers and groups look like they have just crawled out from under a bridge where they passed out from drinking too much. And the old music (except for the novelty songs) was basically about love, looking for love, lost my love and so forth and was for the most part fairly poetic (case in point was The Elusive Butterfly by Bob Lind); but today all the music is about “sex, drugs and rock n roll”.
I remember that most homes had only One Television and it was basically a piece of furniture. We had to have an antenna either on the roof of the house or some of us used rabbit ears which we could move around to get a stronger signal. We had about 3 channels plus the public broadcasting channel (vhf or uhf). Today TVs are thin and can be as large as 70 inches; or TV shows can be watched on your iPhone or tablet. Oh yeah and thanks to Cable or Streaming services those 3 channels are now hundreds of channels.
I remember seeing the first man walk on the moon and it was exciting. Today space travel does not excite anyone. They just don’t care as long as they can stare at the screen on their iPhone.
Easter is coming up pretty soon (couple weeks). Everyone is buying eggs to color and hide and I kind of like that also; I remember an Easter egg hunt at my Grandma Knights Methodist church in Mascotte FL. What fun, what memories. Of course as an adult I now know the real significance of Easter – a time of sadness that turns into a time of joy as Jesus sacrifices himself for us on the cross.
Waterford Weslyan Church has a huge Easter Egg hunt for children at a local park. This is a way to reach out and do something for the community much as Jesus has reached out to us in saving us. If I can get it to work I am going to try to insert here a YouTube video about Easter.
Although I love everything that Nat King Cole does this one I feel is truly exceptional. I have listened to this one a couple times this morning already.
Enjoy! ! !
(Born March 26, 1875 died January 29, 1963)
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
He is all pine and I am apple-orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down!” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
It is time for me to vent and whine. If I hold it in, or try to, it might shoot out of my mouth in a way that will cause a fight or words being said. Today I will focus on the last three incidents. Incident may be a bit strong sounding but I guess that kind of says it. Anyway here goes.
A few months ago my grand daughters boyfriend got to where when he would pick up our great grandson he would stay around for a few hours before he took the baby home. My wife asked me why he stayed around so long and didn’t just go home so we could relax. I suggested that if my wife didn’t cook for him and give him food that maybe he would get the message and leave so we could relax. That triggered something like this (with voice very much raised) “I knew that you would turn it around so that I am at fault”. That prompted me to start praying “Dear Lord please help me to just be calm, passive and silent”.
And now my wife is sick with some virus that is going around and she is sleeping a lot. Knowing that my wife seems to look for ways to get pissed off I made sure to go upstairs and look in on her. I did it as quiet as possible so as not to wake her up. When I am sick I like to be just left alone to relax in my own mind so I thought that would be what the wife would like to just be quiet to slip in and out of sleep. Anyway that night right on schedule she said you didn’t check on me to see if I was still alive . . . etc. Fortunately I knew she would be looking for a way to get pissed off at me and pre-empted that strike. I once again started my constant prayer “Dear Lord please help me to be totally calm, passive and silent”.
This routine has gotten really old over the years and although I have prayed almost constantly to be able to just be silent and not offer my opinion on anything I still get caught. One of my takes on this routine in that me having a major heart attack may not be a bad thing.