This is from Youtube and I’ve always liked this song by Terresa Brewer. Enjoy this song.
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This is from Youtube and I’ve always liked this song by Terresa Brewer. Enjoy this song.
By the way if you have not ever read this blog I recommend you read some of it as this young lady has a very special message that could benefit you. I am a 70 year old “old fart” and I love to read her post.
Posted on September 11, 2017 by beautybeyondbones
You know what is terrifying?
The fact that most high school seniors were born after September 11, 2001.
Yep. Seniors in high school. Did not experience 9/11. Many were born after the terror attacks.
My mind. Can’t. Comprehend.
It’s been 16 years.
The slogan has been and always will be: 9/11: Never Forget.
Never Forget the 3000 lives that were lost that day in the towers. The 343 NY fire fighters who lost their lives, including the fire house chaplain, Fr. Mychal Judge who was hit by falling rubble while giving a victim last rites. The children who lost parents or loved ones that fateful day.
Never Forget that our country was viciously attacked in a calculated, and cold blooded way.
But you want to know the sad truth?
We have forgotten.
I remember right after the attacks, there was a shortage of American Flags across the United States.
A shortage. Every store was sold out. Because people were hanging them outside of their homes, car windows, mailboxes, cubicles, – you name it. People were even spray-painting their lawns the American Flag. There were candle light vigils and patriotic concerts.
Everything was God Bless America.
Now a days, we can’t even get our professional athletes to stand up during the National Anthem at sporting events, for crying out loud.
We’re fighting to remove “Under God” from our pledge of allegiance.
We’ve got pop stars proclaiming that they “hate America” and openly disrespecting our country and the flag – and encouraging others to do the same.
Not to mention the complete farce people – and the media – have made of President Trump and the first family.
This was not the America of 16 years ago.
The America, 16 years ago, stood up for itself. The America, 16 years ago, was not afraid to draw a definitive line between right and wrong, and enforce consequences for offenders.
Now a-days, we can’t even call someone by their God-given sex, without the threat of offending someone or being the target for public shame – or even worse – getting labeled as part of a “hate group.”
Somewhere during the process of the “Snowflaking-of-America,” we’ve completely forgotten about the day we were attacked, not once – not twice – but four times: Twice in NYC, Once at the Pentagon, and Once in Pennsylvania.
I was walking along the West Side Highway in New York City today, and the next thing I know, the road is closed, and literally 1,000s of motorcycles are parading down the avenue. There are helicopters and police escorts, and for literally 25 minutes, hundreds and hundreds of bikes, bedecked with American Flags and patriotic swag caravanned from Ground Zero to midtown in honor of the anniversary of 9/11.
These people remembered.
These people were not afraid to raise our flag with pride and reverence.
These people were showing respect, and God bless them for it.
Why is forgetting 9/11 such a crime?
Because it makes us take our freedom for granted.
It makes us forget that our freedom is actually a gift. People have died for our freedom. It came with a price.
So the next time you’re stuck in line at airport security, just remember that 9/11 is the reason you’re having to take off your shoes. And belt. And jewelry. And getting a pat down.
Why? Because on September 11, 2001, hijackers got on airplanes and attacked the United States of America.
But we stood up for our country.
We made a vow never to forget.
And it’s time we started acting like it.
It’s time we start respecting our elected officials and work to cooperate together instead of demonstrating hatred and anger and an uncompromising spirit through violent protests and marches.
America, 16 years ago – came together when the chips were down. We united.
America today – we’re hostile with one another: venomously divided, – and violently defensive.
I don’t like it. I don’t like it one little bit.
And I get it, our country is far from perfect. There are still some serious issues – racisim and sexism just to name a few. But cooperation is a two way street, and all sides have a role to play. So that with our freedom, and with a cooperative spirit, we can continue to make progress against these issues in a county that allows us the freedom to do so.
Maybe this hurricane is falling on the anniversary of September 11, as a God-facilitated catalyst for our country to come together.
Because quite honestly, we’re at a breaking point.
Maybe this emergency is just the situation we needed to set aside our differences, and come together as a United nation. The United States of America. One nation – under God, indivisible, with liberty, and justice for all.
NOTE: if you go to her actual website there are graphics and so forth that are available.
Remember Slow Food?
‘Someone asked the other day, ‘What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?’
‘We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,
I informed him.
‘All the food was slow.’
‘C’mon, seriously. Where did you eat?’
‘It was a place called ‘at
Home,” I explained. !
‘Mom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn’t like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.’
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.
But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it :
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, never wore Levi’s, never set foot on a golf course, never traveled out of the country or had a credit card.
In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card. The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears & Roebuck.
Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died
My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer.
I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow)
We didn’t have a television in our house until I was 11.
It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. And there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people.
I was 19 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called ‘pizza pie.’ When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It’s still the best pizza I ever had.
I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn’t know weren’t already using the line.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers–my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which he got to keep 2 cents. He had to get up at 6 AM every morning.
On Saturday, he had to collect the 42 cents from his customers. His favorite customers were the ones who gave him 50 cents and told him to keep the change. His least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.
Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren
Just don’t blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn’t what it used to be, is it?
MEMORIES from a friend :
My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother’s house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to ‘sprinkle’ clothes with because we didn’t have steam irons. Man, I am old.
How many do you remember?
Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
Real ice boxes.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.
Older Than Dirt Quiz :
Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about. Ratings at the bottom.
1. Blackjack chewing gum
2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
5 Coffee shops or diners with table side jukeboxes
6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines on the telephone
8 Newsreels before the movie
9. P.F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11.. TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (there were only 3 channels…[if you were fortunate)
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15.S&H green stamps
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19. Blue flashbulb
21. Roller skate keys
25. Wash tub wringers
If you remembered 0-5 = You’re still young
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older
If you remembered 11-15 = Don’t tell your age,
If you remembered 16-25 = You’ re older than dirt!
I might be older than dirt but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.
Don’t forget to pass this along!!
Especially to all your really good
It has been said that the young look to the future and the old look to the past. Since I am pushing 70 I can attest to that first hand. The last few years I have thought a lot of childhood memories and places.
I remember when every family had only one car and the whole family shared it with the kids being at the bottom of the pecking order. Today though it is common that every member of the family has a car – they feel it is their right.
I remember when every household had only one telephone and it was attached to the wall with a cord. That progressed to the point that telephones became cordless and you could walk around the house. In todays world everybody has a cell phone and it can be used anywhere you go; people are on the phone in movies, while shopping, while driving or walking – everywhere.
And music, well it just isn’t good anymore. I have always loved music of all kinds except for Opera and Rap. I even love some music recorded way before I was born. One thing I have noticed over the years is that the singers and groups of the past always dressed up and looked great with suits or matching outfits; but in todays world the singers and groups look like they have just crawled out from under a bridge where they passed out from drinking too much. And the old music (except for the novelty songs) was basically about love, looking for love, lost my love and so forth and was for the most part fairly poetic (case in point was The Elusive Butterfly by Bob Lind); but today all the music is about “sex, drugs and rock n roll”.
I remember that most homes had only One Television and it was basically a piece of furniture. We had to have an antenna either on the roof of the house or some of us used rabbit ears which we could move around to get a stronger signal. We had about 3 channels plus the public broadcasting channel (vhf or uhf). Today TVs are thin and can be as large as 70 inches; or TV shows can be watched on your iPhone or tablet. Oh yeah and thanks to Cable or Streaming services those 3 channels are now hundreds of channels.
I remember seeing the first man walk on the moon and it was exciting. Today space travel does not excite anyone. They just don’t care as long as they can stare at the screen on their iPhone.
Easter is coming up pretty soon (couple weeks). Everyone is buying eggs to color and hide and I kind of like that also; I remember an Easter egg hunt at my Grandma Knights Methodist church in Mascotte FL. What fun, what memories. Of course as an adult I now know the real significance of Easter – a time of sadness that turns into a time of joy as Jesus sacrifices himself for us on the cross.
Waterford Weslyan Church has a huge Easter Egg hunt for children at a local park. This is a way to reach out and do something for the community much as Jesus has reached out to us in saving us. If I can get it to work I am going to try to insert here a YouTube video about Easter.
I have noticed that the animal lovers in the family periodically say they don’t like to eat meat and lament about becoming a vegetarian. However these same people when buying dog or cat food always make sure that “real meat” is in the bag.
When shopping in the grocery store there is no sign for toilet paper; it is always labeled “Bath Tissue”. Now who in their right mind when getting into the shower would grab a roll of “Bath Tissue”? You can’t wash or dry with it, it would fall apart and be totally useless.
There are times when listening to music I always think to myself that the music from long ago had more meaning and better lyrics etc. However it is about then that I hear songs with lyrics like “ram a lama ding dong” or “alley oop boop”, “I’m shaking like a man on a fuzzy tree” and then there is return to sender; now when have you ever been able to mail a letter and have it returned the very next day – turn around on that would probably be about 5 or 6 days minimum.
From the book “Laughing Down Lonely Canyons”
I’m Gonna Sit Here
I’m gonna sit here
Till passion returns
And tells me where to go.
I don’t care if it’s Heaven
or hell or home,
I don’t care if it’s work
or play or sex,
I don’t care if it’s rich
or poor or madness
I don’t even care
If it’s riding a white horse naked on a
Or lining up as we did as kids
For a pissing contest in the old
I’m not going anywhere
— even unto death —
Until I can go passionately.