Musings of the Chronologically Challenged™ Fourth Generation

 
LAZY, HAZY, CRAZY DAYS OF SUMMER                                                
                                                                       
My vacation from blogging was also the week my daughter and #2 grandson vacationed with me.  The week went far too quickly.  It would have been nice to have had them another week - and especially, if the dog visitors had taken the bus back home!!!   What a week of zoo antics!   Daughter (Chuck calls her Miss Edna)  brought her Airdale and Peke-a-poo, and my Rottweiler, Cocker-poo, and three Persian cats made quite a circus.  They're all female and get along famously, but, Oh! the noise and wild play!  Some of it must have been hilarious to the little girls, 'cause they would have wet their pants giggling if they had had on pants.  Since they didn't, they left happy little pee-puddles around the "play ground" carpet.  At least we let them cop-out calling it that! 
 
Miss E. came with her boat, prepared to catch loads of fish.  No fish this week.  Since fishing was slow, she put out the crab pots.  No crabs this week.  Then, in desperation to eat something she had caught for herself, she got out the shrimp nets, but the weather squelched that idea.  IOW, a boat-riding, shore-chored, sun-screened week, interrupted by bouts of gluttony, and topped off with a fabulous Saturday Southern Pig Pickin'.   Hate ya'll missed it!!!  
 
Another highlight, for me, was the private concert given in my honor by #2 Grandson, the musician.  He played and sang all my favorites, plus some new songs he had written.  This was on a rainy afternoon when there was not much for him to do, so always the entertainer (and ham!), he treated me to a lovely musicale.  I loved it!  And the best news is, they're coming back for another week in October!!! 
 
 
>^..^<  PUSSYFOOTIN'    
                            
>^..^<  For a really entertaining read, see SlagleRock's Parking Garage!!!    Call me a sadistic old beach biddy (cleaned up to maintain PG-13), but I loved this story!!!  
 
>^..^<  The Sailor is rather gentle in his chastisement of Sir Fairy, IMO.    Seems to me they're both tied to the Nam era, but from entirely different perspectives.  Sir Fairy indicates he would like to relive them for some get-down protesting.  If The Sailor has fantasies, they're probably about kicking some protestor butt.  
 
>^..^<  Anyone know where the link for The George Bush Songbook is?   The John Kerry Songbook (where every number is in the key of F) is here.     
 
>^..^<  For some really funny "fair and balanced" singing, see and listen here.  (in case you missed it yesterday)  
 
>^..^<    GOC,  GOC  --  So many Grouchy Old Cripples --  so little time. 
              
>^..^<  Happiness comes through doors you didn't even know you left open. --  Anonymous  
   
>^..^<  You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
 
 
SENIOR  MOMENTS
 
If you can still remember Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, Laurel & Hardy, Abbott & Costello, Sky King, Little Lulu comics, Brenda Starr, Howdy Doody and The Peanut Gallery, The Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows, Nellie Belle, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk as well as the sound of a reel mower on Saturday morning, and summers filled with bike rides, playing in cowboy land, playing hide and seek and kick-the-can and Simon Says, baseball games, amateur shows at the local theater before the Saturday matinee, bowling and visits to the pool...and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar, and wax, read ahead - - -
 
Were you a kid in the Fifties, Forties, Thirties or so ? Everybody makes fun of our childhood! Comedians joke. Grandkids snicker. Twenty-something's shudder and say "Eeeew!" But was our childhood really all that bad? Judge for yourself:

In 1953 The US population was less than 150 million... Yet you knew more people then, and knew them better... And that was good.
 
The average annual salary was under $3,000...Yet our parents could put some of it away for a rainy day and still live a decent life... And that was good.
 
A loaf of bread cost about 15 cents.... But it was safe for a five-year-old to skate to the store and buy one... And that was good.
 
Prime-Time meant I Love Lucy, Ozzie and Harriet, Gunsmoke and Lassie... So nobody ever heard of ratings or filters... And that was good.
 
We didn't have air-conditioning... So the windows stayed up and half a dozen mothers ran outside when you fell off your bike... And that was good.
 
Your teacher was either Miss Matthews or Mrs. Logan or Mr. Adkins... But not Ms Becky or Mr.Dan... And that was good..
 
The only hazardous material you knew about...Was a patch of grass burrs around the light pole at the corner.... And that was good.
 
You loved to climb into a fresh bed... Because sheets were dried on the clothesline... And that was good.
 
People generally lived in the same hometown with their relatives... So "child care" meant grandparents or aunts and uncles... And that was good.
 
Parents were respected and their rules were law.... Children did not talk back..... and that was good.
 
TV was in black-and-white... But all outdoors was in glorious color....And that was certainly good.
 
Your Dad knew how to adjust everybody's carburetor... And the Dad next door knew how to adjust all the TV knobs... And that was very good.
 
Your grandma grew snap beans in the back yard...And chickens behind the garage... And that was definitely good.
 
And just when you were about to do something really bad... Chances were you'd run into your Dad's high school coach.... Or the nosy old lady from up the street... Or your little sister's piano teacher... Or somebody from Church... ALL of whom knew your parents' phone number...And YOUR first name... And even THAT was good! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ REMEMBER.... 
 
 

  
 



posted by HCL at 11:06 AM