From days gone by...what do you miss most ?
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kraigwy
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I miss:
Young girls wore dresses and would be embarrised to tears if their bra strap showed.
Car trunks big enough you could sneak your girl friend into the drive end.
Spending your 25 cent lunch money at the gas station down the road from school, getting a thick sliced baloney sandwich, RC Cola and a sack of bull duram and get change.
I miss gas stations that were service stations.
Dates that met walking your girl home from church and her daddy about 50 feet behind you.
Ordering surplus rifles from NRA magazines.
Family reunions-camp outs, unloading grandmas 4 poster bed from the truck and setting it up (granny wasn't about to sleep on the ground).
The past is nice but so is the present, chasing my granddaughers basketball team all over the state. Every girl on the team, plucs the coaches calling me "grandpa" or formally "Kianna's Grandpa".
Young girls wore dresses and would be embarrised to tears if their bra strap showed.
Car trunks big enough you could sneak your girl friend into the drive end.
Spending your 25 cent lunch money at the gas station down the road from school, getting a thick sliced baloney sandwich, RC Cola and a sack of bull duram and get change.
I miss gas stations that were service stations.
Dates that met walking your girl home from church and her daddy about 50 feet behind you.
Ordering surplus rifles from NRA magazines.
Family reunions-camp outs, unloading grandmas 4 poster bed from the truck and setting it up (granny wasn't about to sleep on the ground).
The past is nice but so is the present, chasing my granddaughers basketball team all over the state. Every girl on the team, plucs the coaches calling me "grandpa" or formally "Kianna's Grandpa".
I miss Monday Night Football with Howard Cosell.
I miss waking up to the smell of mom's breakfast on the weekends.
I miss everything that embodies the simpler things in life.
I miss waking up to the smell of mom's breakfast on the weekends.
I miss everything that embodies the simpler things in life.
25 cent gasoline, 2 dollar hunting licenses. 25 dollar Model A Fords, 2 bits to go to the show. 50 cents a box for 22 LR's. Getting my limit of rabbits or squirrels with a Remington 22 single shot. Mom's cooking.
I miss my grandfather and the lessons learned with mod 94 in .32 special
I miss my grandfather, he was born and raised in the woods of Maine and other than an all expense paid pacific theater sailing vacation, courtesy of the USN, I don't think he ever left. He always said "why would I ever leave, I have everything I need right here" .. And by "everything" he meant a wonderfully simple place to live, work and raise his family. The woods were filled with deer and bear and the only other people you would see were neighbors or family. The streams were drinkable and filled with 18" brook trout. Going out on the town meant taking the 36' down to the grange hall for a pot luck (read, the best damn country cooking you ever laid eyes on, no disrespect to your own down home cooking that is making your mouth water right now) and listening to a jug band!
At age 8 you could hunt, with no gun, (I hated deer season when I was 8 & 9) still not sure if that was his rule or the states, but it really didn't matter, because it was Gramps rule, And he raised us to respect it!
And respect we did, family, elders, God, country and ultimately ourselves, which it wasn't until long after that I finally figured that last one out (when you give respect to all that is put before you, it is impossible not to be respected).
I'll get to the point, because, I'm not a scribe by anyones account, but I'm pretty sure I could write a 500 page book on Gramps lessons.
So at age 10 you could legally hunt and I knew the drill, cause I was 10 and I had 2 full years experience, ha. I secretly hoped Gramps was going to give me his 94 to carry, but i knew what I would be carrying and I knew why. I would be carrying my .410 single shot. I knew that gun inside and out, I'd put hundreds of rounds through it, shooting at everything else, partridge, rabbits, squirrels, etc. Oh yeah, and it was cleaned and oiled after every use (Gramps rule #64, kidding on the numbered rules, but not kidding on the simple fact that every gun was expected to be cleaned after every use). Opening day 1977, Gramp said "you stay here on this crossing and when they come you shoot one, I'll be coming from the lower orchard so don't shoot in that direction"... An hour later, I heard one shot up near the lower orchard and in no time, I could hear them coming, sounded like a heard of buffalo on a crisp and quiet Maine morning. There she was, running right at me, I was scared for a second, but then I whistled (like I was taught) and she stopped not 25yds from me, bang! She spun and jumped one time then toppled, it was not until then that I saw the other 3 deer disappearing over a hump, white flags flashing like it was there job.
I ran to her, feeling like I thought would, Daniel Boone or Davey Crockett, but when I reached her, the last of her life was just leaving, those big sweet doe eyes, I remember her eye lashes to this day. Then I started crying like a baby, I was sobbing over her uncontrollably. I heard Gramp yell to me, as he approached I tried to get it together, I didn't want Gramp to see me cry, but he must have seen the 10,000 tears running down my cheeks. He put his arm around me and told me it was ok, we respect them in life and we respect them in death, it's ok to shed a tear for her.We are blessed to have her..
Feeling much better, I was taught the fine are field dressing and then we dragged her to the tote road. We hung her in the barn where i'd seen countless others hanging over the years, but your first deer is special, I rember not wanting to leave her. i won't bore you with the skinning and butchering, but watching someone who has done it a
hundred times is amazing, he presented me with a buck knife, a 110 I think (which i lost on a later fishing trip, bummer)and he let me cut the back straps out and take them down to Nana, he said she would know just what to do.
Gramp passed a few years ago and I have that old 94 in my safe and it is my most prized possession, I cherris it, but the life lessons and the time we spent in the woods and on the streams, that's what I miss!
God bless Don Hunt...
Gramp always had this pride filled grin whenever we did anything together and I never really thought about much til I saw a picture of me with my sons on a fishing trip, yep, you guessed it, that same grin! He always said the apple never falls far from the tree.
I miss my grandfather, he was born and raised in the woods of Maine and other than an all expense paid pacific theater sailing vacation, courtesy of the USN, I don't think he ever left. He always said "why would I ever leave, I have everything I need right here" .. And by "everything" he meant a wonderfully simple place to live, work and raise his family. The woods were filled with deer and bear and the only other people you would see were neighbors or family. The streams were drinkable and filled with 18" brook trout. Going out on the town meant taking the 36' down to the grange hall for a pot luck (read, the best damn country cooking you ever laid eyes on, no disrespect to your own down home cooking that is making your mouth water right now) and listening to a jug band!
At age 8 you could hunt, with no gun, (I hated deer season when I was 8 & 9) still not sure if that was his rule or the states, but it really didn't matter, because it was Gramps rule, And he raised us to respect it!
And respect we did, family, elders, God, country and ultimately ourselves, which it wasn't until long after that I finally figured that last one out (when you give respect to all that is put before you, it is impossible not to be respected).
I'll get to the point, because, I'm not a scribe by anyones account, but I'm pretty sure I could write a 500 page book on Gramps lessons.
So at age 10 you could legally hunt and I knew the drill, cause I was 10 and I had 2 full years experience, ha. I secretly hoped Gramps was going to give me his 94 to carry, but i knew what I would be carrying and I knew why. I would be carrying my .410 single shot. I knew that gun inside and out, I'd put hundreds of rounds through it, shooting at everything else, partridge, rabbits, squirrels, etc. Oh yeah, and it was cleaned and oiled after every use (Gramps rule #64, kidding on the numbered rules, but not kidding on the simple fact that every gun was expected to be cleaned after every use). Opening day 1977, Gramp said "you stay here on this crossing and when they come you shoot one, I'll be coming from the lower orchard so don't shoot in that direction"... An hour later, I heard one shot up near the lower orchard and in no time, I could hear them coming, sounded like a heard of buffalo on a crisp and quiet Maine morning. There she was, running right at me, I was scared for a second, but then I whistled (like I was taught) and she stopped not 25yds from me, bang! She spun and jumped one time then toppled, it was not until then that I saw the other 3 deer disappearing over a hump, white flags flashing like it was there job.
I ran to her, feeling like I thought would, Daniel Boone or Davey Crockett, but when I reached her, the last of her life was just leaving, those big sweet doe eyes, I remember her eye lashes to this day. Then I started crying like a baby, I was sobbing over her uncontrollably. I heard Gramp yell to me, as he approached I tried to get it together, I didn't want Gramp to see me cry, but he must have seen the 10,000 tears running down my cheeks. He put his arm around me and told me it was ok, we respect them in life and we respect them in death, it's ok to shed a tear for her.We are blessed to have her..
Feeling much better, I was taught the fine are field dressing and then we dragged her to the tote road. We hung her in the barn where i'd seen countless others hanging over the years, but your first deer is special, I rember not wanting to leave her. i won't bore you with the skinning and butchering, but watching someone who has done it a
hundred times is amazing, he presented me with a buck knife, a 110 I think (which i lost on a later fishing trip, bummer)and he let me cut the back straps out and take them down to Nana, he said she would know just what to do.
Gramp passed a few years ago and I have that old 94 in my safe and it is my most prized possession, I cherris it, but the life lessons and the time we spent in the woods and on the streams, that's what I miss!
God bless Don Hunt...
Gramp always had this pride filled grin whenever we did anything together and I never really thought about much til I saw a picture of me with my sons on a fishing trip, yep, you guessed it, that same grin! He always said the apple never falls far from the tree.
JcMack
Member
I miss my father. I wish I could have squared away a couple things with him. I miss morality, in all it's forms. I miss the respect for one another. I miss the respect for our country. I miss the respect for the Flag of our country. I miss the Republican party. I miss the 200,000 brain cells I lose every day. They're adding up fast.
Too much stuff to list. Essentially I think we've "liberaled" ourselves in to a deep hole.
Too much stuff to list. Essentially I think we've "liberaled" ourselves in to a deep hole.
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Hofstet
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my dad and my choclate lab
joeintexas
US Veteran
Some really great memories to be found here, I have enjoyed reading all of them and can relate to most. Fishing trips with my dad and granddad were always special. Nothing fancy just sitting on the bank with a fire going and a pot of coffee brewing from a big ol black pot, river water and a handful of coffee. Granddad would bring baloney and cheese and bread, the baloney looked like a large round log, dont know if you can even get it like that anymore, and he melted the cheese a little bit in the sun. Dad would say, Kings dont eat this good! I always chuckled at that. Times were so much simpler then and we were always thankful for whatever we had.
mg357
Absent Comrade
i miss my grandma
I miss the days of no pain all over in my body. Between the bad discs in my neck, shoulder area, and lower back, my knees, left foot, wrists, and both shoulders having tendonitis it is hard just to get out of bed every morning.
What does get me up is knowing one day I'll be in Heaven and there will be no pain!
What does get me up is knowing one day I'll be in Heaven and there will be no pain!
NFrameFred
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The answer to most of these queries lies in the fact that the generation that went to war in the 40's had just grown up in hard times and saw the very real possibility that their freedom and very existence could be at stake. Facing up to that challenge and conquering all obstacles, they ushered in unheard of security and prosperity for the next two or three generations. Their failing and mistake was neglecting many times to impart the hard lessons learned to their off-spring who grew up pampered and increasingly ignorant of the sacrifices made and the responsibility that was theirs to safeguard what was so dearly won. Then, feeling so secure and well off, the idle minds not focused on survival but opulence, decided that social injustices in parts of society should be corrected by force of government and that giving up some of the freedoms they had been handed was not such a loss. What we get too easily we esteem too lightly - they didn't have to earn it so it meant less to them. Once that mindset takes hold and controls the media we are force fed and the educational system it's a long road back, if ever even attempted. I fear nothing short of major cataclysm and threat of national destruction in the face of the everyday citizen is going to wake most of these up.
Refer to above
When youth are taught that their needs and feelings as individuals supersede those of anyone else, who can be surprised that we live in a society of narcissists.
Per the above, when it's handed to you for nothing and you are not taught that you owe a debt, you continue to feel like it's owed you.
99% of congress is lawyers - need I say more ?
I fear you are correct
Everything jkc said. Family fish frys with my parents and my grandparents and they caught all the fish, usually crappie. The best. Christmas, with the bubble lights and the real tree. High school, hundreds of girls in mini-skirts, and lots of them wanting to learn about love and alcohol. My 1969 Boss 302 Mustang. Long hair on women and men. Playing in the woods behind my parents house. A few old friends, who went way before they should have. My grandparents, and my Dad.
Sandlot baseball, with no adults involved. Just a bunch of neighborhood kids getting together to have some fun. Some of the baseballs we used were completely covered with black electricians tape. We used them until they fell apart. New ones cost a dollar, that was a months allowance for me then. All of the bats were wood. Didn't know how deprived we was!
John
John
Big Cholla
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Charlie: What an articulate lament! I have had exactly the same thoughts and have concluded the same conclusion. Our nation and way of life is in for a huge change and I don't think it is going to be a pleasant experience. Thanks Charlie for your efforts in writing my thoughts. .......... Big Cholla
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feralmerril
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If I were asked to condense all the biggest things wrong in this country with the shortest explaination possible it would go like this: "PC with teeth".
I really miss wholesome television.When I was a kid fathers portrayed on TV had some sense and were in charge of the family. They actully were turned to, to solve problems in conjunction with the mother(awsome responsibility). Over the years up to today, fathers became absent, and if they are present they are portrayed as little more than blithering idiots. They have been reduced to emasculated sissy boys following orders from the fe-man of the house. I don't promote and can't tolerate sexism. My point is men need to be men. We built this country in partnership with our spouses and life was good. I put forth this observation; my wife and I raised three chrilden and we have number eleven grand baby in the oven. She nor I have never been, nor will we ever be idiots, life partners yes, idiots, no. The complaint today seems to be men won't grow up, why should they? Not much is expected of them anymore.
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mike from st pete
Member
I Miss
Knees and hips that work which leads to hiking, biking and climbing.
Old time hockey, like before the Basketball guy took over the league.
Open wheel racing on dirt tracks, Sprints, Midgets and the Champ cars.
Going to work and being able to talk to my co-workers. Now hardly any of my co-workers speak English, or even care to speak English.
The Farmers Market and fresh fruit and vegetables in season.
Knees and hips that work which leads to hiking, biking and climbing.
Old time hockey, like before the Basketball guy took over the league.
Open wheel racing on dirt tracks, Sprints, Midgets and the Champ cars.
Going to work and being able to talk to my co-workers. Now hardly any of my co-workers speak English, or even care to speak English.
The Farmers Market and fresh fruit and vegetables in season.
