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Maisie2013 67F
29791 posts
3/12/2018 8:06 pm
THINK ABOUT THIS


When we , as a generation, the Baby Boomers, are gone, the last connection to the first half of the 20th Century is gone.
We knew our parents and their friends , who fought in WW2, remembered the Depression, the 20's and had relatives who fought in WW1. Their grandparents, some of them , had heard first hand stories of the Civil War, from the veterans themselves.
They could tell the story they heard about coming into Ellis Island.
A grandfather I never met , brought a Shillelagh from Ireland with him , and someone in the family still has it. It sat in the corner of the living room for as long as I can remember, next to the bookcase that had family pictures.

So what's my point ?
We have more than a few stories about racial discrimination, the position of women, gays, etc, that makes the current whiners look very, very petty.
We should tell those stories.
We remember events that are not being retold correctly, unless you dig thru old news footage. We should tell our children and grandchildren how we remember it.
Get old photos digitized. Write down the old stories, and if you have some older relatives, interview them on tape. I wish I had been able to record my favorite aunt about her life working for every Presidential Administration from Eisenhower to Carter. Her photos with various Presidents have been lost .

Write down your own memories . Your grandchildren might be curious what life was like when changing the TV channel involved physical effort.


Maisie2013 67F
18845 posts
3/12/2018 8:18 pm

I worked for Sears in college. Although pants suits had been around for a few years, it was frowned upon, and you had to wear a dress, and stockings with dress shoes. No skirt and blouse with socks and loafers, like you wore everywhere else.
Maybe there is a dusty file somewhere with my write up for violating dress code in it
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DanDee1952 66M
19828 posts
3/12/2018 9:59 pm

    Quoting Maisie2013:
    I worked for Sears in college. Although pants suits had been around for a few years, it was frowned upon, and you had to wear a dress, and stockings with dress shoes. No skirt and blouse with socks and loafers, like you wore everywhere else.
    Maybe there is a dusty file somewhere with my write up for violating dress code in it .
post pics of your Sears days?


MrsJoe 71F
9613 posts
3/12/2018 10:38 pm

I remember the box of old photos that my grandma had.... guess they went to my aunt after she died, since my mother was already gone. I have a few pictures of the kids when they were younger, now most are digital. I keep planning on putting them to paper and in an album, but haven't and probably won't.
When we were young, we heard the stories of our parents, but life hadn't changed a lot and so we were also living in those times, to some degree, and understood.
Our children and grandchildren have a vastly different world than we did and I can see the validity of your blog.
I wonder if they would even want to hear some "When I was a kid" stories?


Merry Christmas. Jesus is the reason for the season, and my reason for every season.


Maisie2013 67F
18845 posts
3/13/2018 5:48 am

    Quoting MrsJoe:
    I remember the box of old photos that my grandma had.... guess they went to my aunt after she died, since my mother was already gone. I have a few pictures of the kids when they were younger, now most are digital. I keep planning on putting them to paper and in an album, but haven't and probably won't.
    When we were young, we heard the stories of our parents, but life hadn't changed a lot and so we were also living in those times, to some degree, and understood.
    Our children and grandchildren have a vastly different world than we did and I can see the validity of your blog.
    I wonder if they would even want to hear some "When I was a kid" stories?
I loved to hear my mother and grandmother's stories. I would ask to hear about things in the " olden days ". Dad had some great ones , too.
When the Dust Bowl hit, they lost their farm. The state took it over and made it into what they used to call the " Poor Farm . " Basically it was a place to house anyone who was indigent or a little crazy. Dad and his family were allowed to stay and be the grounds keepers. Dad used to talk about a guy who would wander around at night and jump out to scare people. Dad said when he came in late, his feet never hit the ground from the time he parked the car to the house.
It later was turned into the reservoir.
He also had lots of WW2 stories about the Persian Gulf where he was stationed.


Maisie2013 67F
18845 posts
3/13/2018 5:57 am

I have zero pictures of me when I was younger. All I have is my framed baby picture and High School graduation picture.
Back in the late 80's when Mom got dementia before she died , my older sister insisted on taking all the family photos that probably would have been distributed after Mom died, and store them in her basement. My little sister took her stuff , some of which have me in them.
I lived too far away to be part of the fight, so they made all the decisions.
A few years later, the river near my older sister's house flooded, wiped out all the contents of her basement, including all the photos, going back to great grandparents. Very little remains , and that is with my little sister in Nashville.


bigblock46 72M
8069 posts
3/13/2018 6:15 am

My Mother made a scrapbook photo album of me one year and gave it to me for Christmas, she also made one for my sister. I have mine yet and treasure it. As you stated its a link to our past something we should be able to pass on to our children.


DanDee1952 66M
19828 posts
3/13/2018 2:32 pm

    Quoting Maisie2013:
    I have zero pictures of me when I was younger. All I have is my framed baby picture and High School graduation picture.
    Back in the late 80's when Mom got dementia before she died , my older sister insisted on taking all the family photos that probably would have been distributed after Mom died, and store them in her basement. My little sister took her stuff , some of which have me in them.
    I lived too far away to be part of the fight, so they made all the decisions.
    A few years later, the river near my older sister's house flooded, wiped out all the contents of her basement, including all the photos, going back to great grandparents. Very little remains , and that is with my little sister in Nashville.
well, that stinks. I hate how some family members just decide they are the 'designated arbiter of truth, and family issues"


sparkleflit 71F
3681 posts
3/13/2018 6:23 pm

One of my 12 year old grandsons comes over after school every Tues. Last week he asked me where the people on my side of the family came from. I tld him Norway and Sweden mostly, including Saami from my mother's mother's side and Basque on my father's father's side.........Today, he said his teacher wanted him to write down the stories. I realized that I had no way of verifying much of what I was told as a child about family history. No photos for sure, and the severing of family ties due to distance, which was the situation in the past.......He takes the quick and easy communication of today for granted, but understands the barriers encountered in the past.......interesting conversations with him about our shared family history.