remember these? we spent hours playing jacks.
i still think it would be fun! haven’t seen them around. but surely they are.
little girls sitting in groups playing jacks.
when we weren’t playing this that is.
hop scotch! exercise in the way of total fun.
not to mention jump rope and jump rope rhymes.
little golden books. i had a ton of them.
and i loved comics too.
this was a favorite
then . . .
we grew up just a little
archie and betty and veronica!
and jughead and reggie.
millie the model as role model! look at the gloves!
i think i actually liked her because she looked like doris day.
and of course . . .
everybody loved this family . . .
on sundays in the newspaper comic section. dagwood and blondie!
and this handsome fellow.
faster than a speeding bullet!
this guy was amazing. talk about a role model.
then . . .
years go by.
totally “natural” was the claim.
turned a color on your lips unique to just YOU!
i got by with it because it wasn’t actually considered lipstick.
convinced my dad of that anyway!
i didn’t get to wear makeup til i was sixteen. SIXTEEN!
that would be unbelievable today. a little over the top even then i think.
but he was very strict.
i think girls start wearing makeup today at 12 or so.
which i find sad.
did you know that you can still buy tangee natural lipstick?
you can! not for 59 cents though.
then . . .
came Yardley’s little pot o gloss. remember that?
and i did. or thought i did anyway. shiney. smelly. and goopy!
then came the days of a magazine i thought i would read forever! LOL.
i married when i was still a teenager.
that seems amazing to me now. i had to get my mother’s signature.
but she adored bob as much as i did. and so she signed.
had my father been alive he would never have allowed it.
it would still be a wonderful married life today had bob lived.
you know that from past posts! what a keeper he was.
we had 16 years even at that. i treasure them.
and speaking of bob . . .
he especially liked my pair of these.
no! not the legs. (well probably)
but the boots are what i mean!
white go~go boots!
made popular by this tv star before she was a movie star
in this popular tv show that supposedly broke all the rules.
goldie in laugh in
she and i are the same age.
might be time to start accepting that goldie.
just a thought. though i don’t know really. come to think of it . . .
if kurt likes it and you do too ~ what the hay!
but then i’ve also had the same haircut all my life.
only difference ~ mine’s rich grey mouse. LOL.
i was what you’d call ‘in style’ for awhile when
pixie cuts were the rage. but after that i stayed with it.
and not many others did!
i stayed because i never found anything else so EASY to care for!
shower and go.
that’s my kinda hair!
speaking of hair.
this shot is in america.
but apparently the craze was all over the world . . .
these girls were ‘getting ready’ in liverpool. the u.k.
those days the dance rage was brought on by this guy
what i’m about to talk about in a minute makes me wonder.
do you happen to remember what your parents thought about the ‘twist’?
i honestly don’t recall what was said about it.
i’m sure there were many who were totally alarmed by it.
as they were by all of rock n roll i guess.
i grew up an innocent.
partly due to a disciplinarian father.
partly due to the fact we lived in an area that wasn’t the
‘swingin’est’ place in the world!
probably the last to catch any fad as a matter of fact.
here are some high school pictures of me and some friends.
we didn’t wear makeup. we wore a little lipstick.
we were what you could only call wholesome.
the most risqué thing any ‘fast’ girl did was make out with the boys
in a car. imagine that! at the drive in! LOL.
i don’t remember anybody getting pregnant. or even that much gossip.
doesn’t she look just like annette funnicello?
she grew up. became a registered nurse and married a doctor.
as a hobby they make their own beer.
a real sweetheart. i always stood by her in choir.
we were the only sopranos that sang the echo in the song “cool water.”
she became a flight attendant. flew all over the world.
now has a bed and breakfast in a beautiful southern city with her husband.
frankenstein bangs on a pixie.
HA! still managed to tease the top part to make it higher.
good grief. remember teasing your hair?
only resulted in us all looking like a bunch of BIG heads! lol.
i couldn’t get a picture of my best friend in the world that year to load.
it came up with an x every time.
and now it just did. although it’s small. i can’t make it any bigger.
but at least it’s here now.
she was and surely is still so beautiful.
our swedish exchange student. margareta.
she had long totally beautifully natural blonde hair.
she was tall.
she was quiet and a little shy. she blushed easily.
she wore clogs. the first we’d ever seen.
she had a lovely lilting swedish accent and spoke impeccable english.
she knew our american history better than we did.
i shall remember her the rest of my life.
she got me through the rest of that school year after daddy died.
we lost touch after my bob died. but she came to visit one year and got to meet him.
she married a young swedish diplomat.
he later became a high ranking minister of finance
in the swedish government financial and world market.
they had two children.
i saw on the news the other day . . .
have you ever heard of it?
i have no idea how long it’s been going on.
i hadn’t heard of it until the news in san diego picked it up.
it’s a raunchy dance that teenage girls are doing right now.
it’s not really even a dance. it’s a sexual move.
they entertain boys with it in public. against walls.
courtesy: nbc san diego.com
they have been suspended from their school for a short period of time apparently.
i saw it in motion. i am not a prude by any means.
and i found it disgusting. in the sense that they are in public.
that they are ‘performing.’
that they do it wherever they feel like it at the moment.
that seems to be the criteria. the library. the store. the street.
the tighter the clothes or no clothes save a g string are the standard.
if my daughter were one of those young ‘ladies’ i don’t know what i would do.
women all over this world in countries we know the names of all too well
are struggling and fighting for their lives
and being deformed by their husbands and their inlaws
and by men in general.
with acid. with knives. they are no better than captives in a cage.
they are struggling for their freedom. simply to live in safety and honor.
i wouldn’t want us to go back to the victorian age here either.
women were chattel. they couldn’t vote. they were at the mercy of
their husbands or whomever was superior to them. no money. no free will.
as a young widow i was able to make a living wage.
thanks to women who went before me and protested unfairness.
and i can wear comfortable cool clothes in the summer without fear of being
but when i see young girls like this.
in few clothes or no clothes . . . a favorite way to do it on line apparently . . .
flaunting themselves and making moves only appropriate
for the bedroom. well.
good grief charlie brown.
i guess i’m really feeling my age because i just don’t understand it.
we seem to be going backward instead of foreward.
this guy below is the species that has a female that wags and displays
her buttocks in his face as a mating routine.
wonder if the ‘ladies’ and future mothers doing this move realize they’re merely
doing a very poor public imitation of an ape.
he’s not impressed either.
til soon old bean.
with chagrin. embarrassment. and a certain amount of despair
at the ways of this world. or at least this generation.
~ probably what they thought about the twist ~