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When these stupid "FILA"-Pullovers are coming back...
"...but all they do is sit around playing cards and talking."
My wife and I realized we were starting down that road of no return several years ago when we found ourselves and the few friends who were present discussing antacids and laundry detergents while we were eating dinner one night.And the topics of conversation are usually:
1. Who just died
2. Who just had an operation
3. Ailments
4. Grandchildren (it's almost as if they're living through them)
That's a trend I hate -- fifties music, especially, makes my skin crawl. When I was a teenager, '30s music was all over the place on the radio and it was very easy to avoid the stuff I couldn't stand.
If I have to hear one more time how someones Grandchildren are the smartest kids ever! Ironically, I had one neighbor that would imitate her teenage Granddaughter by say things like, "she said, gwanmaw, what de ve have to eat?" I thought this kid must have a developmental problem talking at a preschool level in junior high! I couldn't believe when I meant her, she had zero speech impediment, and was well above average in IQ.And the topics of conversation are usually:
1. Who just died
2. Who just had an operation
3. Ailments
4. Grandchildren (it's almost as if they're living through them)
Remember, the road to happiness, is paved in low grade asphalt!If you remember when the yellow brick road was a nice way to go see the Wizard.
But now it’s full of weeds, pot holes, faded bricks and more....oh my!
Since one has forgotten, how would one know?You know you are getting old when you post about things that are
irritating but have forgotten that you already posted the same thing
several times before since this thread started.
Since one has forgotten, how would one know?
Our pre-decimal penny was a huge coin that covered the entire surface of the track. If the train that thundered over it happened to be a heavy goods train, it would take a Herculean effort to prise the penny from the track, once it had been squashed.
As a young boy, I played out in all weathers. We used to make a winter warmer from an old tin can, the golden syrup cans were best. A small hole is punched either side then a long piece of strong wire threaded through the holes to create a handle. A small fire made from kindling sticks and then coal, we all burned coal back then. If you held the handle of your winter warmer, first making sure that it's firmly secure, spinning the fire round and round got a brilliant glow and although the heat was meagre, the placebo effect of thinking that you were warm was enough to keep you out a while longer.
My wife and I realized we were starting down that road of no return several years ago when we found ourselves and the few friends who were present discussing antacids and laundry detergents while we were eating dinner one night.
While dining at a local restaurant last night we noticed the usual "oldies" music being piped in had shifted forward in time. Over the last few years we had gotten used to hearing music from the 50s and early-60s, but last night we heard music from the late-50s and 60s; a minor shift, but noticeable if you're one of "the regulars". Our server told us that she also works at a local nursing home, and that the occupants had been requesting more music from the 50s and 60s and less from the 30s and 40s lately because most of the older inhabitants had died and younger inhabitants had taken their places. Upon hearing this we mentally projected into the future, and came to the horrific conclusion that one day the oldies stations would be playing "hits" from Britney Spears and Justin Bieber.
While dining at a local restaurant last night we noticed the usual "oldies" music being piped in had shifted forward in time. Over the last few years we had gotten used to hearing music from the 50s and early-60s, but last night we heard music from the late-50s and 60s; a minor shift, but noticeable if you're one of "the regulars". Our server told us that she also works at a local nursing home, and that the occupants had been requesting more music from the 50s and 60s and less from the 30s and 40s lately because most of the older inhabitants had died and younger inhabitants had taken their places.
Though I have also noticed that quite a few older people do seem to gravitate to swing and big band even though they were teens and young adults in the '50s and early '60s.
I grew up listening to what the grownups
enjoyed. It was a large house that included uncles, aunts and cousins.
I listened to all kinds of music from
different eras.
Today, depending on the mood. I
will listen to music regardless of the
time period or style.
If I love the sound or beat, I will
listen and dance to it.
Someone once asked me how was
I able to play tennis and listen to
music at the same time and also to
the sound of the ball as it hits the court.
I mentioned that it was only during the
warmup time which I played the music.
The beat of the song made me feel really
great and helped me to have a positive
frame of mind once the match started.
I kinda feel sorry for those who limit
themselves to one genre.
But that's their choice after all.
Even today, as an overweight and somewhat arthritic man in very late middle age I find it very difficult to resist the urge to shake a leg when one of my favorite songs of my youth comes up in rotation on the Radiola. This is, alas, not necessarily a safe activity, given the tempi of some of these dance sides.
Then again, some of the "cool" stuff simply makes me happy whenever I hear it: