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Prompt: What types of things do you avoid asking for help with? I sat here thinking about this question. There isn't much in my life I wouldn't ask help with. I'm a pretty open person and since my husband travel a lot I have to do things on my own. I do my own laundry, clean house and other chores. I used to lifet heavy objects on my own and never asked for help. I was strong, had muscles from years of helping my husband in his construction business. Now I have a desk job and leave the heavy lifting to others. My cousin was here from Thailand and had a 51 pound suitcase. I tried to help him get it up the stairs to his room, but even I struggled with it. When did I lose my muscles? I can't think of anything I would AVOID asking help with. With the exception of one thing. I anticipate, if I live to a ripe old age and become incompacitated, I probably will be reluctant to ask for help with my personal care and mobility. I can see myself just sitting all day at a computer writing......... No thanks, I don't need any help. |
| http://theconversation.com/no-youre-not-entitled-to-your-opinion-9978 I followed this link to find out why I'm not entitled to my opinion. This was a very deep subject and I'm not sure I understand it all. The thought brought forth in one aspect, is that some opinions are based on outdated information or ideas. In that perspective. The argument becomes a moot point, but the one with the outdated information or perspective is backed into the proverbial corner and says "Its my opinion and I have the right to defend it." You may think so, but I no longer wish to debate the issue, nor am I under any obligation to agree with you since your argument is obsolete. The news media today will pick a political issue whether its a medical point, economical or even environmental side and beat it to death. Whomever is representing the side they think will garner the most viewers to boost their rating, that is the side they will promote. Every little opinion, no matter how ignorant, outdated, obsolete or defunct it is,will be given air time. The media will set the person or group representing that idea in front of a camera and let them spout their drivel as if it were a viable arguable position. If someone comes with an opposing position, they are given a one to two minute spot and then its on with the next item on the agenda. It is then the media will say the dreaded words, "That's your opinion." Even if both sides have equal data to back their belief, the media will slant the discussion to the side they want to "win." We have seen this in the Presidential debates. We've seen this happen in the congress and then it trickles down to our local media stations and newspapers. What about blogging and our journals? Do you find yourself touting and idea or perception, then having to defend it? At what point are you willing to accept the fact that your information may be outdated? facts have changed? perceptions altered? Will you defend an idea no matter what? Are you willing to research your conviction for new data? At some point you need to be able to back away and either keep your conviction to yourself or have the ammunition to defend it. Not your opinion, but your defense. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opinion#Legal_opinion My daughter works for Thomson-reuters in MN. (This company was once West Publishing and is one of the largest publisher of law books. You will see their distinctive spines on bookshelves in movies and commercials) I called her to ask what an "opinion" was. She said there were different kinds. I looked them up and found it to be true. If you take the time to read what a legal and judicial opinion is, you will find they differ. This link had a number of sites to visit. After looking at some of them, I found the "opinion" of these sites followed the same format as I wrote. Your opinion on a personal subject and the right to defend it is shown in the cartoon link below. I found it interesting. http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/free_speech.png There is one area that is sometimes labeled as an "opinion." This is the area of testimony. Personal testimony in a court of law will be challenged. You all know there are witnesses who swear something to be true, but when faced with irrefutable facts, their "perception" is challenged. Can their testimony hold up in court? They have an opinion on what happened, but in court only the facts will be in evidence. After reading the links, I'm thinking that freedom of speech and and the right to your opinion in this case may fall under the same heading. Have a thoughtful, insightful Good Friday. |
| Prompt: Who is your favorite Star Wars character? Luke Skywalker? Darth Vadar, Yoda, C3PO, R2D2, Ewoks, Jabba The Hut, Hans Solo or Princess Leia? Not a Star Wars Fan? How about Star Trek, V or ET? Have fun with this. I loved Star Trek. I watched Star Wars, but never connected with the characters the way I did with those who played in Star Trek. I'm not going to name off the main characters that were in the series every episode. I will give you a run down of my favorite characters in their separate episodes. First there is "Mudds Women." I will never forget the end when they unleashed his wife and she came out shaking her finger at him yelling "Harcourt Fenton Mudd!" He was a smarmy character that had a lot of males chauvinistic ways, much like the men of the early days. This was a show in the mid 1960 when the women's rebellion was at its height. My next favorite 2-part episode was The Menagerie. A captain and friend of Kirk's had been badly burned and was appealing to be sent to a planet where he would again be what he was. The story was fascinating as it unfolded and the conclusion satisfying. Then of course, there are the TRIBBLES. Who can forget the colorful, furry, mass reproducing "dust bunnies." After watching Ogden Stiers Nash in M*A*S*H I saw him in Star Trek:Next generation. I loved his character and the romantic relationship he had. I cried at the end of the episode. Then there was the Paradise Syndrome where Doc, Spock and Kirk are taken in by Native Americans. It was a great story, but why this is so memorable to me was this follow-up story. Years, later a woman who rented the apartment under ours had three children. She told me the name of her daughter was Miramonie (her spelling). When I asked how she came up with that name she said, "My ex-husband and father of my daughter, came to visit me in the hospital after I had our daughter. We were watching a re-run of Star Trek and he loved the woman and her name was very unique. He decided we should name her after that character." Yep her name is Miramonie. |
| I don't know when I first worked out side of babysitting. I do remember the first actual job I had. I have to back up here a little. It was the mid '60s', I was probably around 13 or so. My grandfather got in a kick about me getting a job. That I was old enough to work. He'd worked at a young age, I should learn what it was to have a good work ethic. I don't believe he used that word, he wouldn't know what it meant, but that was the jist. My grandmother tried to quiet him down but he would have none of it. He went on to tell me his children, including my father worked when they were young and had money to support themselves, I should learn to do the same. I don't remember if this went all the whole few weeks I was there as I have dismissed most of it from my mind. What I do remember is the following year I got a job picking beans. I went with a bunch of kids to the bean fields and got my bag and began to pull beans. I learned one big lesson. Never get more than two feet from your bag. I left my bag, 3/4 full and went back to get my water bottle. When I turned around my bag was gone. Someone stole the beans I'd picked. I wanted to cry. I was frustrated. I had worked hard for that bag and now someone would get paid for my mistake. I started over and I never let my bag out of my sight. The next time I visited my grandparents I told my grandfather about that job and that I worked for weeks and got paid. He didn't really respond. He pretty much ignored me. That was until some time later after he was diagnosed with stomach cancer. I spent a spring vacation with he and grandma. We went around looking and trying out commercial juicers. Just before he died, he called me to his room. Dad and Grandma said he had something bothering him and wanted to talk to me. I went to his room. He was literally skin and bone from the robust man I knew. I didn't know what to say to him. He'd never made any real connection with me as I was a girl. He called me to come close and took my hand. He had tears in his eyes and he recalled the conversation we had about me working. He talked about how hard he'd been on me and when I came to tell him I did the bean picking job, he blew it off. He told me he was sorry. That he was proud I had done the job. He was sorry for the way he treated me over the years and that as his oldest grandchild he should have been a better granddad. He wanted to make sure I'd forgiven him. I loved my grandfather because he was man enough to accept he'd made a mistake and wanted to make it right. How could I not forgive him? It made me forgive the other things that happened through the years he was alive. He was my grandfather, one half of the fun I had when I visited them. He wore his hair in a crew cut and would jump if I came up quietly and barely touched the tips of his hair. He said it felt like a shock. I don't know if it did in reality or if it was his way of connecting and giving us kids something to do to him. |
What should they eulogize? Write the perfect funeral speech for your own funeral. I thought, as I read this, "What perfect timing!" Just last January, my sisters and I sat down to write my father's eulogy. I began to ponder this question. What would people want to know about me? Christina Buss Weaver, was born May 22, 1952 in Portland, OR. At the age of eighteen months her parents Roy and Jean Buss felt the call to move to Los Angeles, CA. At the age of 13 Tina, as she was come to be known, and her family moved to Grants Pass, OR and then the summer of '69 the family again moved to Kansas City, MO where she attended Raytown South High School and graduated there. In February of 1972 she moved back to Kansas City from Los Angeles. It was that May she went to the Midwest Campgrounds for the Memorial Day clean-up and met Paul Weaver. They had a long conversation that weekend. Later he invited her to visit his family in St. Paul, MN. She flew up to Mn against her parents wishes and that Friday night Paul asked her to marry him. She said yes. They were married November 11, 1972 for (fill in # over 41) years. Tina had many challenges over the years, but kept a smile on her face. She loved her daughter Lani Weaver and her son Douglas Weaver. In 1995 she had an operation and lost 125 pounds. What she really lost was the old Tina. The person that never saw the good in herself. Never stepped out to do anything to draw attention to her abilities. After that weight loss, Tina changed. She volunteered for things. To a chance to better herself. She became more confident in her abilities. One of the things she enjoyed was to attend trade shows. She had no problem stepping out from behind the table and meeting people in the aisle. Talking to people about solving their problems and encouraging them to take a chance where they might have held back. After she and Paul moved from MN to OR she was asked to take over the organization of the Memorial Day Picnic on the church campgrounds. This clean-up day included the restaurant that was rarely used during the months between the July Camp meeting. She took it on and did a great job organizing the volunteers, changing from a break at 10:00 to serving a breakfast, which had a better attendance. The cleaning of the campground cabins, tabernacle and kitchenettes was finished in record time. Another activity Tina was given and she loved was the Christmas and Easter Dramas. From the very beginning she asked God to guide her in producing, directing and even writing the drama directions. She was especially pleased when those watching experienced the same emotional connection to the drama she did. Often times just telling the actors what to do would bring tears to her eyes. Tina was part of the planning committee for Christmas on the Campgrounds. She loved to see the campground sparkling and inviting to the thousands that visited. She loved being a greeter and seeing people's amazement and the children's wonder at the lights. What she had a passion for, was her writing. She crafted many stories over the years but when she moved to Portland, OR she got serious about writing. She loved to ask "What if" and figure out an interesting story. She had (insert # over 5) short stories and novels (insert titles published). She helped others with their writing and encouraged many. She belonged to the Dogwood Dollies Red Hat group with her sister Kathy for a time and joined writer's critique as well as book clubs. Tina Weaver ** Image ID #1634119 Unavailable ** |
Long ago people thought the earth was flat. Now we know the earth is round. What beliefs do we have now that may be proved wrong in the future? While reading the Blog City's Chronicle and smiling because one of my blogs made it to the "LIST", I saw a link to Janine's Daily prompt
I almost past it by but #7 caught my eye. I honestly don't believe that we have any scientific beliefs that have yet to be proven. I take that back, Worm holes, Black holes and Time travel have yet to be proven. There is one thing I know will be proven. I'll warn you now, if you are an atheist, heretic, heathen, or anyone who doesn't believe the Bible is the Holy Word of God, I'm about to expound. The common belief among the masses is the Bible is old fashioned, not true and cannot predict the future. Some even go so far as to say those who read it and interpret it, fit the words to what they want it to mean. I won't disagree with that. The Bible is something that has been misinterpreted for years. The scriptures have proven, in my mind and millions of others, that its prophecy is true, the promises are real and its power is steadfast. That being said there have been many signs over the last forty-nine years to warrant a closer look. I'm not a scholar but here is what I believe has happened recently that shows me; as Shakespeare wrote, "The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge." After the war in Israel in 1965, it was prophecy fulfilled and the desert did blossom as a rose. Irrigation brought us roses from Israel that are the best grown in the world. Their economy flourished and with the help of the immigrant Jews into the United States as well as our government, they held off their enemies and rebuilt. The Bible tells us in the last days, there were come armies from the north and merge with the south. It says the Lion (England) and her cub (USA) will not help. We certainly have seen this happen. What a shock when the President has sided with Israel's enemy, snubbed Israel and even pulled support to this ally. What better proof than that? God said, "I will bless those who bless Israel, and curse those who curse Israel." Ours and others who have not allied and helped Israel have seen devastation. Look at our country, we are a mess right now. If we even turned back to help Israel I don't think its enough. The die has been cast and evil has tipped the scales on its downward spiral. There is more. I wondered how Russia would fall into all this and in the last few months the Ukraine fell, Greece can be easily taken because their economy is defunct. That will be just a timing issue. If you think of a map (look up the world map) you will see how easy it would be for Russia/Ukraine to march down on either side of the Black Sea to line up against Israel. They have made a tentative alliance with the Arab countries and when the time is right they will begin that fight. I will say it won't be for a long time. There is too much that has to happen before that takes place. The common belief is "The United States is strong. We are invincible and nothing will happen to us as it is in those other smaller countries." No so my friend. The strength of a ship is its ability to keep water from coming inside. If there were a large gash in the hull, as in the Titanic, the danger would be eminent and then you'd see borders close. Those who know this, know this isn't the way to destroy a world power. It must be done with bringing in water a bucket at a time and distribute it in a way that is acceptable. Water for drinking, sanitation and many others ways that are seemingly safe on the surface. However, there are those who will also be enticed to bring more water aboard in secret, not even knowing they are part of a deviant plan, until its too late. The ship sinks lower and lower into the water and no one knows why. They throw out people, machines, all the while more water is being brought in under their noses until finally the ship is compromised and water from the sea floods any available hole and the ship sinks. How else to get a world power to its knees? Begin to disseminate the power at its source. We have seen many "refugees" enter our country by an agreement to help them if they helped us. In doing so they have abused the system and degraded it to the point it is useless to the actual citizens it was designed to help. These "refugees" have come under this disguise and brought the enemy in much like the Trojan horse. It has become too late to try to round them up and ship them back. They just return illegally under some other name. It is the belief of the American people that the government will never let anything bad happen to us again. No 9/11 or bombings will happen to us again. Maybe not, but what causes people to kill people? The people who put their head in the book and say its the parent's fault, its the government's fault for not "fixing" those who come back from war, its always someone else's problem. There is an underlying entity that roams to and fro in this world. He knows there was an end to his life when he was thrown out of heaven. All this time he has used every trick he's learned and every supernatural power he has to his advantage. Just because many don't believe he's real, doesn't make it true. A person who drives and has never had a speeding ticket, but speeds all the time, may laugh at the police. He may think he's above the law. he may never get caught or, he just hasn't been caught YET. He's still breaking the law. Life as we knew it just thirty years ago isn't the same. We've seen changes for the good and the bad. Right now in the last few years, the change toward the bad is more prevalent. I can hear the naysayers, "That's a bunch of garbage. We're fine and we just need to get our act together. The government needs to get control of things." Really? We need more government in our lives? What would be the easiest way to cripple the USA? Control the minds of those who lead it. Turn them to think alike, for the good of the people. To have one head that rules them all. That sadly will happen. How you say? Easy. A catastrophic world wide incident. I can hear the Pshaw's now. That can't ever happen. Yes, it can and it will. What do you think the world will do when millions of people disappear in a second? Cars, planes, buses crashing. People crying that their babies have been stolen, masses of children missing from schools all over the world. You don't think the world would be in chaos? Who will they blame? In that time, when all is confusion, the people will call for a leader. Someone that can explain all this and help. He will emerge. A leader with two assistants. One the spiritual guide that will calm people's hearts and sway them to look at the leader at their new god. (Much like some people have called Obama their god) This leader will have the people counted. What better way to know who is left and needs assistance. Next there will need a system to track those people. The economy will fall as this leader will have a brilliant idea and everyone will agree with it. Those people will not resist. Why? you ask? Because the one thing that gives us hope is a conscience. Its the thing in our minds and hearts that tell us something is wrong. We feel it. A parent feels it when their child asks to go somewhere and they say no. It's nothing concrete just a feeling they shouldn't go. Some call it instinct, but there is a spiritual guide inside you that tells you right from wrong, if you listen. That spirit will leave the earth when the people are miraculously taken out of this world. There will be nothing to stop evil thoughts from becoming actions. Crime will be at an all time high, and this new leader will make it all better, only to turn on the very people he helps. He will sign a treaty with Israel and make world peace. But three and a half years later, once everything is set up, he will break that treaty and all hell, like no one has ever seen will take place. His goal is to destroy the spirits of as many souls as he can, before he is sentenced to Hell for all eternity. He doesn't want anyone to believe in Hell or Heaven. That would mean people need to make a choice. He ingrates into the mind there is no choice needed, "I'll take care of it all." Yes, he will. Those who think there is no choice, made the choice not to believe. Everyone is told of the choice. Everyone makes that choice, even choosing not to believe, is a choice. No choice is a NO choice. I can hear more resistance. Of course there is disbelief. The fact one needs to have a spiritual cleansing in order to be one of the "missing" is a prerequisite that satan doesn't want to happen. He tells everyone, "Its a lie, don't believe it. It can't happen, the Bible is just a fictional story and I am not real." He whispers it and those who listen are dead for eternity. This may sit in my blog for a few more years. This may never be read but by a few. Then at such time someone will come across it and say. How did she know? Why didn't someone tell us? It's true, we believed it would never happen, and it did. |
Prompt: What did you love most about your generation growing up? I'm sure as with every generation they feel their growing up years are the best (and need I say the worst). I'd like to start with the best because that was the prompt. I loved the freedom of playing outside and not having to worry about every car that came around the corner or every male that walked down the street was out to get you. I'm not saying there weren't molesters, but to me they kept their secret, secret. They either weren't caught, or no one told. The media didn't frenzy at every arrest. There were nights that I would be at someone's house and it would be dark when I walked home. I wasn't afraid of walking home in the dark I was afraid what was going to happen once I reached home and had to face my mother. The rule was "be home before dark." I knew that. I really did, but if I was at someone's house watching TV I'd get so caught up into it, I didn't mark the time. I wouldn't know that the mother was making dinner and setting the table and telling her kids to wash up for dinner. My mind was involved with what was happening on the TV screen. More than once the mother would have to shoo me out the door with the reminder I'd be in trouble if I didn't run like the wind home. The comraderie that people had back then was closer. People talked, they didn't text. When there was a baby or wedding shower, the men went too. They dropped their wives and children off then hung out together in the garage or back yard. When the food was served, they were given their portion. I'm not saying all the men went, but I remember going between the two groups and listening to them talk. Games and laughter on one side, stories and jokes on the other. When I was a teen my family moved from Los Angelas area to a small town in southern Oregon. We lived about a block from the Rogue River and I could walk the three miles home from school. Summers along the river were fun as all the kids came there. My Spanish Teacher came every day to sunbathe and we became friends until she passed away many years later. We didn't sit in front of a TV, play video games and watch movies. We went to church, had youth meetings and get togethers. I remember one summer I went on a scavenger hunt with a youth group. We actually had people walk up and down the sidewalk by the bank (with the only clock in town) and then others stood in line at the movie theater. We had to go up to people and say "Goosey goosey gander." The ones with the clues would then answer, "Where shall I wander?" we would give them our bus number and they gave us our envelope. What a blast we had. The last clue was a sheet of music. We rode out to the radio station at the edge of town, a music store, counted the notes, but no one actually SANG them. If we had we may have found the clue sooner. It was "Take me out the the ball park." The goose we were to find sat in its cage on home plate at the High School playing field." People, for the most part, didn't scream at us, tell us to go away or call the cops. There were some people in the movie line that didn't like us running up and down the line, shouting "Goosey Goosey Gander." They did laugh at us when they found out what we were doing. There were 5 van/buses of kids so that might have been a little obnoxious after a while. The movie theater line was very long, all the way around the block. Life was somewhat easier. The demand for perfection in looks, and statis wasn't as prevelant. Divorcee was almost unheard of. People worked at making their marrages last. They didn't get married as hastily, well, I'm not too sure about that, but they stuck with each other, finding the common ground. When divorcee isn't a option, you compromise a little more often and find the things that make the other person happy and that makes you happy. I have been married forty-one years. My parents were married sixty-five years. My father passed away this last January, right after he turned eighty-six years old. To sum it all up, life in the '50's and 60's was about coming of age. I'm not talking about growing up, but an era that was changing. By the time the '70s' were in full swing, we were out of the free loving teens and twenties and into permenent relations, jobs, children that needed more love that what we were showen. Dr. Spock's name was bandied around and had a following. Corporal punishement which was accepted in the home and in the school, was almost banned in both places. The song, "Times they are a changing," held certainly true for the Baby Boomers. |
| DAY 35 - April 7, 2014: If you joined the circus, what act would you most want to perform? This prompt caused me a lot of thought. What job or performance would I do in a circus? There are many jobs in a circus I'd consider too hard. One would be anything aerial. No flying for me. I don't qualify for the "freak show" as they were called, but I use that term loosely as some may say I've acted out of the ordinary many times.  I tried to think of skills I have that might translate into a job at a circus. My mind reels, I love to write, cook, and do artwork (that I don't have much talent for). I've decided the only place I might find a place to work would be the kitchen. They would cook balanced meals. Most of the performers have to maintain carbs for all the activity they do as well as maintaining weight for others. This balance is something I have some knowledge in as I am in a constant weight battle. Mostly its a losing battle. (Pun intended) After watching the HBO series Carnavale' I could do the kitchen duty. |
| Prompt: What five (5) colors best represent your personality? Over the years my color pallet has changed. Growing up, my mother made me wear navy brown, black and any form of a dark "slimming" color. Even after I married, I didn't wear bright colors except as an accessory. Life has changed. In 1995 I got my stomach stapled and lost about 130 pounds. My color preference changed. As my weight went down my confidence changed. I wore RED, Bright colors like PINK and Bright green. Then I hit 50 and I went Purple. As a member of the Red Hat Society I wore Purple and Red with pride. I began to fill out my closet with pastels and bold colors. Now that I'm over 60, I've gradually went back to the Blacks as my basic and filled out the cami's with bright colors and scarves that draw people's eyes to mine. I've gained back some (more than I would like to admit) of my weight. What I lacked in confidence because of my weight in those early years, I've kept the confidence now. I'm not afraid to wearYellow mixed with Light Green or to pair a Bright Green with a Royal or darker Blue Confidence is what you feel about yourself. I still have confidence issues, but I face them with actual ability. Can I do it? What if I fail? What if they laugh? At my age I say SO WHAT? I don't fear rejection like I did as a younger person. WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN I SHALL WEAR PURPLE With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick the flowers in other people's gardens And learn to spit You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. By Jenny Joseph This is my manta, and I'll wave all the colors I want. PURPLE, RED, BLUE, YELLOW Are my basics and fill in with my other all time favorites Periwinkle and Thistle. |
| I would guess this is a no brainer. Books, Books, Books. As soon as I could read on my own I had books. I borrowed my first ones from an older woman at our church. She lived around the corner and down the block from the church and since we spent a lot of time there, I would sometimes get to go to her house. I remember borrowing many books but the one that stuck with me was Snow Treasure by Marie McSwigen. After I became an adult I found a book in a garage sale. I think I still have it in my book box. I've moved quite often and some boxes don't get emptied. I have to include games. My sister, Kathy three years younger than myself, played a lot of board games. We didn't have TV in our home and games were something we played a lot. My Aunt gave us a card game called Authors. Every Author had 4 books to a set and you had to be the first to collect a certain number of sets to win. There was the Drowned Rat, that would be Nathaniel Hawthorne. Off hand I can't remember the other nick names for the authors, but we knew every book (4) for each Author. I can't say I remember them now. Another game my sister and I played voraciously, was CLUE. We became so good, we mixed all the card and drew out 3. They could be all people, weapons or rooms. It didn't matter, we play over and over. Monopoly was a game popular in the 50's and 60's. I hated to lose so I didn't play as often as my sister would have liked to play. I had roller skates as a little girl. They had a key and two clamps the squeezed the edges of the old oxford shoes. After a few years I might have lost one of the skates, I'm not sure but my Dad made me a skateboard. This would be around '60 or '61. He pulled the adjustable skate apart and nailed the front skate to one end of the board and the back to the other end. It had none of the stability, or balance of the boards of today. I had to oil the wheels every day or so to run smoothly. I became pretty good balancing on a 16-18" long board. It was enough to push with one foot and put my back foot on the board behind it and balance my chunky body as I flew up and down the sidewalk, around the corner and then around the entire block. Last but not least was Barbie Doll toys. My uncle was a tool and die maker. He was contracted by Mattel to make Barbie Doll accessories. My sister and I got the mistakes, The beds that might have a black streak of plastic in it or a car with an air bubble. We had tables and chairs as well as a multitude of bowls and plates. I loved it when my uncle would hand my mom a grocery bag. We knew we were in for a treat. As much as kids today have all the advantages of technology, the games and toys that were invented and played with by kids in the 1950's and 1960's were the best. We had to use our imagination, our own ingenuity to come up with a variety of ways to use something. We explored, played in the dirt, got skinned knees and had to endure Mercurochrome and Merthiolate. We didn't die, become cripple or whine. Our mother's slapped a Band aid on it, kissed and hugged us to make us feel better, wiped our noses and sent us outside again. I feel I am a better person for the things that went on in that era. I feel a little bit sorry for some of the kids now days. I love the computer, and cell phones, but a skate nailed to a 2x4 works for me. |
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