The Good Old Days
In this day and age of FAST, it is hard to keep up with each new technology birth. Almost as hard as keeping up with post on Facebook. Some days, I find I yearn for the good old days. I said...sometimes.
Then I remember no air conditioning and playing outside all day. I couldn't prove it, but I'm pretty sure Mom locked the door once we went outside around 8:00ish. Someeeebody did.
Mom said it was stuck because everyday from 8:00 to 5:00, the Glue Monster made the door stick. At darkthirty, it mysteriously became UNstuck.
I, being somewhat of a truth-stretcher (I have degrees in this) questioned her TRUTH. I got an old-fashion whoopin.
Then there was walking to school. No, not in snow, uphill with no shoes. It was blazing hot, flat, and the shoes were hand-me downs.
Back then, we didn't have snow in Alabama. Well, there was that one time in 1967. Do you know that you can bury your siblings in snow and all you can hear is muffled threats? I got an old-fashion whoopin.
And speaking of school. I was the Valedictorian of Summer School. Were my parents proud of this accomplishment? Nooooo...they told friends I was dropped on my head at birth. I demanded to know which one of them was so careless. What did I look like, a basketball?
Yep, you guessed it. An old-fashion whoopin.
I once changed a grade from a D to an A. Don't try this at home. One stroke of a different colored pen does not a grade change make.
I got an old-fashion whoopin. Big time.
So do I still yearn for the good old days? I think I'll just stick with the NOW and maybe, just maybe one day I'll be able to sit down without "Ouch!" memories of the...not so good, days.
posted by Queen Jaw Jaw at
7:52 AM
3 Comments:
Ah yes, the power of slow....and selective memory! Philip Zimbardo, author of THE TIME PARADOX, says there are six types of time relationships. I'm past positive. That is, I look at the past and only remember the good things. Except for maybe that time...well...never mind! :)
Ahh...the "good old days"...in many ways they were; life wasn't as complicated as it seems to be now. Now that I've reached a certain age (ahem..) it takes so much longer to look back than it does to look forward! I was glad to hear I wasn't the only one who got the old whoopin when it was deemed appropriate by my Dad (I was a victim of the old "JUST WAIT UNTIL YOUR DADDY GETS HOME!!" because Mom didn't want to mess up her hairdo or wrinkle her ruffled apron. HAHA Great blog JJ - made me stop and think back on lots of grand and not-so-grand memories.
Hugs
Pam
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You broads are the best. Thanks for stopping by and leaving your thoughts! Da Queen loves ya for it.
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