A Song For Us Old Timers

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Looking back, I've accomplished more than I will. Not sure I'd want to do it again but it's been a heck of a run.
 
I'd love to be young again, but now the torch is passed, for better or for worse, and it's time to give someone else a turn.

America now is so different than when I was growing up. You hear older folks say "This is not the country I grew up in" all the time, and I certainly agree. I'm not sure I envy the young folks of today.
 
I enjoy the comfort of this time in my life and the slower pace of life...I have learned to be happy with where I am and what I have in life...that said it would be nice to be able to go back for short visits and do it differently this time
 
Yeah, there are some things I miss, like not being stiff and sore in the mornings. But, when push comes to shove, if you ask me, age is important only if you're a cheese.:)

Hey!!!!! I'll be 68 soon and still strapping on the old hockey skates, don't think I could take a check now without ending up at the emergency ward.;)
 
I am 66 year old my body has been used and abused. I can't do every thing I did when I was 18, but I have learned how do thing smarted and slower. I have had a good life, my share of pain and hurt but a good life. I have experienced great love from a women. Raised to 2 sons. I am happy in my retirement doing pretty much what I want. I was lucky when I did retire my income didn't change all that much. As has been said by others it's time to past the flame on to the next generation.
 
I have always felt that I was born at the right time (1941) place (rural wisconsin) and by the best parents. I do have regrets that I didnt do the best that I should have with the opportunity's I had. That was my fault.
I had a taste of everything. Pre air conditioning, out houses, hard jobs, free shows set up on vacant lots in the summer, church camps, still some old timers around that told me storys back to the 1890s etc. We had "loafer benches" outside our store and I would eat up those old boys storys. One room school, remember all relatives coming home from the war, roaming the fields at will with a .22 rifle, fishing trips to canada. Hunting and fishing all over wisconsin. Hated it, but working in the fields with other kids, ice skating on a bayou and warming up to a burning tire at night etc. My folks would take trips on a shoestring. We went to the ozarks, out to california etc. Mom would buy the makings and we would eat alongside the road. I have slept alongside the road while mom, dad and sis would sleep in the 53 nash as the seats made a bed. Got to see the country more than my peers. I had a whizzer motorbike at 12 years old. Only a few other kids had one or a cushman scooter. I had a batchlor uncle that owned a junk yard near by and I guess I was like a son to him. He would take me with him hunting, fishing and we would go buy junkers. My dad also was a very avid hunter and fisherman. He was a great shot and would work with me at it. My dad was probley too easy on me. I was brought up in a country general store durring the war and was allowed to roam the country all I wanted with no one watching me. I roamed as far as a mile or two at 5 years old as ma ran the store by herself and dad wasnt home.
I was a very poor student and my folks didnt push me on school work.
That was how I started out and all my mistakes since are mine.
I wouldnt want to be a kid today. I dont think there is much comparison.
 
Eighteen again?:eek:

Hell, no. I've worked at getting old for seventy years. I'd hate to have to go back and start all over again.:mad:
 
I like your post feral, everyday I look in the mirror and realize I am where I am because of me alone. Opportunities taken some not.

Growing up poor, the best thing that ever happened to me, I appreciate all the things I do have today, it has been a darn good life.

I wouldn't mind physically being eighteen again.
 
i am 18 again when i gather up the people of my youth and we sit around until the sun comes up laughing soooo hard about the antics of our youth......
it may only be in our memories now, but i'm good with that
 
i am 18 again when i gather up the people of my youth and we sit around until the sun comes up laughing soooo hard about the antics of our youth......
it may only be in our memories now, but i'm good with that

That sure is the truth, I have one left, two passed in the last 2 years.

None of us thought we were the old guys now, these were friends I had since I was 9 years old. Memory lane was filled with great stories and we would laugh with tears running down our cheeks. I miss them.
 
You know whats scary? Reading of friends that were the school jocks dieing years ago that were in far better shape than me! A night or two ago I was doing a bit of genealogy and read of two old frends of mine in high school dieing in the past couple years. One was the top jock. It does give me pause.
 
Hey!!!!! I'll be 68 soon and still strapping on the old hockey skates, don't think I could take a check now without ending up at the emergency ward.;)

i'll take all the checks I can get....especially the ones with six figures before the decimal point.....

I am 18 again when I hear those good ol' doo wop sounds comin from my speakers....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ke1dV_IpSKA
 
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The road I've been traveling for the last 7 decades has been a mixed bag of peril, adventure, laughter, tears, pain, loneliness, love, and the usual highs and lows. I wouldn't take anything for my assortment of experiences. Just enough bad to balance the good and help me to appreciate it and love my life.

Would I want to do it over again. I don't think so. Once was plenty. I've made some mistakes but the older I get the more of those mistakes turn out to be blessings. I have learned to let the real mistakes make me a better person and try not to repeat them. I saw a quote some where that went, "I don't hold the mistakes a person makes against them. I do hold them responsible for the mistakes they REPEAT." All we can do is the best we can do. Life isn't fair and some of the unlucky ones fall through the cracks. I've done well over all and feel like I'm one of the lucky ones.

In terms of a hand of cards in a poker game, when life dealt me my hand I smiled and said, "I'll play these." It worked out well.
 
I would pass up the kidney stones, gout, wrecks, hemorrhoids, 16 hour workdays, some costly women, some real tight situations, wrong stuff I bought and never used, numerous gambling trips where I lost, avoid all sorts of injurys, etc.
Many times I have thought hard about all this, but have come to the conclusion had I avoided them it probley would have left me open for worse things to have happened to me.
 
Not me. I'd love to have some of the health I had at eighteen, but not be that age. Not even when I was that age. There's much to be said for the hard-earned wisdom of the old.

But I loved the clip. It was nice to watch George work again.

Read his book All My Friends sometime. Most enjoyable.
 
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