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The photo is my son and myself. Now days you can get a photo made to look old like this one. This photo was taken when this was the new look.

Harry S Truman was president when I was born and world war II had ended. I grew up in a time when lunch was put in a brown paper bag and a sandwich was wrapped with wax paper. There was no such thing as pantyhose, we wore stockings that attached to the rubbery clippy things that attached to the girdle. Convenience stores were not common and when we took a trip we packed a picnic basket because many places did not have fast food. Highways had places to pull over and stop, some with picnic tables. Read more ....

A simple home

Wherever home is be You
I did not show you the inside of the pie from the last weeks post. The Pie was delicious and I wish I could have shared it with you. I found myself overwhelmed this past week with learning new things with the internal upgrade to my website, two computers crashed after that, it had nothing to do with the upgrade, some issues I had before the upgrade. Now I am making this post and a video on a completely new computer so I am still learning my way through all of this but I continue to make progress and I feel good about that. I would like to mention that we have some tropical storms (potential Hurricanes) brewing in the Atlantic and look ......
The Thyme we are given
When I was a child and visited my Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles I would tag along as my family would walk along the gardens and talk with one another and admire the blooms of all the plants. There was a special fondness of flowers and I could sense their knowledge of many things that I did not understand.In the past there seemed to be more thought and appreciation for flowers and trees than there are today. When we traveled anywhere, a short distance or a long distance, my mother would name the trees, bushes, flowers and the birds. She came from that impressive generation that seemed so sensible to me.My mother would s ......
But That Was Home
Some people that visit my blog reminisce about the old days, some say it is like visiting a neighbor or a grandmother long ago. Some talk about the memories it has brought up. Then there are the younger ones that feel like they were born in the wrong generation or the young ones that don't feel comfortable with the way the world is and want something more but are too young to have memories of long ago as we older folks have.Some feel homesick and just like how I felt before I figured out what was bothering me.Many of us have memories of home, wherever that might have been. Some have good memories and some not so good but what I want to talk about is how to fill that void and find that place ......
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