Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts

Friday, May 13, 2011

Vintage With A Twist

Sometimes I wonder if I wasn't born in the wrong decade...

*I enjoy watching reruns of The Walton's and their TV lives, circa 1930's.

*I recently bought a 1934 radio reproduction at a local antiques store. I absolutely love it.



*I think some of the best movies ever filmed were in the 30's and 40's.



*I have vintage aprons hanging in my kitchen, that I use.



*Some of my best recipes come from a cookbook entitled New Recipes For Good Eating, circa 1948.



*Buying Christmas ornaments from Woolworth's Five and Dime store... when stores were small and local.

* I love reading Reminisce magazine from cover to cover.

Sigh.

Before anyone tells me that those two decades were difficult...not fun...and that if I lived in those decades I'd be in my 70's and 80's now.....forget it. You are not changing my mind.

I know. I know. The Great Depression. World War II. Hard times.  All true, but there was something about that time period...it seems like people pulled together. They were proud to be American. People were happy with a simpler lifestyle. Neighbors knew who you were. ....At least more than in today's society.

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"Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."  Casablanca (1941)

"Some day you'll learn that greatness is only the seizing of opportunity - clutching with your bare hands 'til the knuckles show white."

National Velvet (1944)

"Oh, my Dear Friend, my heart was trembling as I walked into the post office, and there you were, lying in Box 237. I took you out of your envelope and read you, read you right there."  The Shop Around The Corner  (1940)

"The time to make up your mind about people is never."  The Philadelphia Story (1940)

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Everyone Has A Story...



[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Image via Wikipedia"]Charles Kuralt, Host from 1979–1994[/caption]


My husband gave me the DVD set of the late Charles Kuralt, On The Road series. The series used to air on CBS Sunday. Mr. Kuralt and crew were in an RV, traversing the highways and bi-ways of America. He met people in the big cities and small towns of this country. His key phrase had him wondering what was "up around the bend". Even though I was a child for most of his years on TV, and don't really remember watching the series, I am intrigued by his travels, now, as an adult.

One day, I hope to "hit the road" for an extended period of time. Meet people. Write their stories. I long to see America in a way that isn't shown on the nightly news. There is something to be said for taking time to go down the road less traveled, to sit and listen to stories that  might otherwise never be heard.

I think that is why I love blogging so much...and reading other people's blogs. I get to meet people in a sense...get to know them. Just like a book can take me to a place I've never been...my blog friends show me their lives in parts of the country that I've never had opportunity to visit. Yet.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

In 1983 I Was A Sophomore

When my son was small he asked me, "What is this thing?" ,as he held up a record. "It looks like the biggest CD ever!" As I explained to him what a record was I began to feel like an ancient artifact. For cryin' out loud. Later when he was in school he had to decide where he would like to go if given a time machine. He said, "Way back to the 80's". I wish I could tell you he meant the 1880's...but no, he meant the 1980's. I told him I could tell him anything he wanted to know, just ask. I was there. Aaahhhh...the mind of an 8 year old.

It is now seven years later. He doesn't ask me those questions anymore, but he does say stuff like "back in the day", or "you know Mom, when you were young". It makes me feel so good to hear my son discussing my childhood as if it was during the Stone Ages. Yeah, Fred Flintstone and I were tight.

I tell him that I was fifteen once.  In 1983. A sophomore in high school. Times were good....and if I'm feeling particularly honest, yes, it does seem like a million years ago. I want to know where the time went? When did it sneak up on me? When did I stop listening to music too loud, worried about my fashion sense, had to have the permed hair, read Seventeen magazine, talked to my friends on a REAL phone, and could stay up all night at slumber parties? When was the girl replaced with a woman?

Sometimes I look at my teenage children and I have to smile. They think I'm old. But....I haven't forgotten what it was to be young and goofy.  There are plenty of things I remember...and stories that I will just keep to myself. Thank you very much. My kids aren't going to be with me much longer. Not really. Soon they will be gone, off to discover their new world of young adulthood. Having their own adventures. Meeting new people. Making their own decisions. Part of me wants to sit them down and tell them that they need to pay attention! Don't be stupid. One day they too will be 42 years old, looking back...wondering where the time went. I'm sure my mom felt the same way about me. Knowing my mom, I'd say she did a lot of praying during the 80's.

Sigh. Life is short. It goes  by way to fast. The years fly. One day you are in the drivers seat looking out at the road that lays ahead...and than you find yourself, on occasion, looking in the rear view mirror. Not that you want to go back, because there is still a lot of road ahead to travel, but it is nice to remember.

Truthfully, I wouldn't want to go back to high school. I enjoyed it while there but, each stage of life has had its good points and its bad points. Being in my 40's isn't so bad. I am old enough to be able to share my wisdom with others, and still young enough to have my wits about me. It's a good combination:)

In the meantime, I will discuss with my kids the merits of good personal hygiene, going to bed at a decent time, having a good work ethic and how to cook. Their future spouses will appreciate me.