Friday, August 14, 2015

CHANGES:  In My Lifetime

THE GOOD LIFE  THE GOOD LIFE  THE GOOD LIFE  THE GOOD LIFE

         YOUR PERSONAL GPS
You might reach your life's destination better if you remember
I THINK WE RISK BECOMING THE BEST INFORMED SOCIETY THAT HAS EVER DIED OF IGNORANCE - Reuben Blades

I THINK GOD'S GOING TO COME DOWN AND PULL MAN OVER FOR SPEEDING - Steven Wright


Monday!  Wash Day!  A terrible day, hopefully without rain.  A tub was placed over an out door fire and water carried from the well or cistern.  A second tub was filled with water for rinsing the washed clothes.  The whitest clothes were washed first, rinsed and hung on the line with clothes pins.  Then the next most dirty clothes, and so on.  By the last washing, which took most of the day bent over the tub with a scrub board, the water was discolored.

 The clothes were brought in, sprinkled down and ironed the next day.  Now, washing is as simple as pushing a button on a machine.  Iron, what's that?

THIS IS THE MODERN MAN WHO CANNOT SAVE HIMSELF BUT WANTS TO SAVE THE WORLD - Creston Serruys



There are several apartment houses near my home with coal chutes.  The coal was shoveled down the chute into the basement.  My Grandma Elliott had a coal house on which she had a serious lock.  You had to have money to burn coal.  We burned wood which was free but only with a lot of work.  We did pick up coal from the railroad tracks, mostly used in the cast iron cook stove.

LIFE HAS BEEN REDUCED TO GETTING FOOD OUT OF CANS - Martin H. Fischer


Every body, but every body had a garden, fruit trees and chickens.  The food was preserved in glass jars.  Everything from green beans and peaches to fried sausage.  Berry picking, a way of life in the summer time.  Up before dawn for a biscuit and poor man's gravy breakfast, in the berry field by day light with each person picking six gallons of berries plus the picking bucket by noon.

WE HAVE PRODUCED A WORLD OF CONTENTED BODIES AND DISCONTENTED MINDS - Adam Powell


This for the world looks like my childhood home.  The roads were mostly all dirt, dust in the summer and miry mud in the winter.  The two down town streets were brick.  There was one very narrow concrete road.  The "improved" roads were all gravel.  Lawns, what lawns?  If company was coming we "swept" the yard.


BEFORE THIS GENERATION LOSES THE WISDOM, ONE ADVICE: READ BOOKS - C. Nutall


There were a lot of horses, very few cars. In 1936 Dad had a little green model A Ford with a rumble seat.  That was a great little car.  Dad got taken in a trade for a big, black, Graham Paige that he could never get to run.  He sold it for junk  and got his next car in 1950.

THERE IS NO HOPE FOR A CIVILIZATION THAT STARTS EACH DAY WITH AN ALARM CLOCK


Something new, talking movies.  No, no color, all back and white, but with sound.  Cost a nickle to go to the show which I did every Saturday I could come up with five cents.  Walked two miles to town to see Frankenstein, or the Zombie.  Scared to death.  The sounds from a Stock Yard we had to walk past in the dark terrorized my cousins and I.

OH FOR THE GOOD OLD DAYS WHEN PEOPLE WOULD STOP CHRISTMAS SHOPPING WHEN THEY RAN OUT OF MONEY


I was the first of my family to ever fly.  I flew this two engine, tail dragger DC3 round trip from Norfolk to Akron, Ohio in 1948.  You could fly from Newark, NJ to Glendale, CA in only 18 hours and 40 minutes.

You were served cocktails, chose between steak, duck or lamb chops for dinner, served on Syracuse china with Reed and Barton silverware.  Everyone dressed in their "Sunday" best to fly.

EVERY DAY I GET UP AND LOOK THROUGH THE FORBES LIST OF THE RICHEST PEOPLE IN AMERICA.  IF I'M NOT THERE, I GO TO WORK - Robert Orben


MAY WE BE THANKFUL FOR THE GOOD LIVES WE LEAD TODAY

GOD BLESS US EVERYONE

GOD BLESS AMERICA

1 comment:

Cheryl said...

I wish flying were still that nice. Of course, it would cost even more than it does now. I really enjoy reading about your experiences.