Ken Zylla is a local artist, his work depicts actual locations around outstate Minnesota. His artwork appeals to peoples sense of nostalgia, that's exactly what small town Minnesota looked like back in the day.
Ken Zylla trivia: Each of his paintings has his wife's name hidden somewhere in the picture...
IMHO people were more genteel then, men were expected to watch their language around women, and women were expected to act like ladies.Popular entertainment was in much better taste and you really had to dig to find hardcore porn, it wasn't just a few clicks away on the computer.
One of the things that I always think about when it comes to "The good 'ole days", and I don't know why, is something from when I was still very short.
I can remember always checking out any Police Officers Revolver that may have come along. I couldn't have been more than six or seven when I started doing this since I remember seeing them in their holsters right at eye level. That was the beginning of something I have continued to do for almost 50 years (gun lookin') and still have fond memories of eyeing all those, now classic, handguns hangin' there in leather right in my young face......
A few random thoughts..............
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We have become a fat wasteful society.
Hard labor intensive work has been replaced with hours in the gym.
I laugh at the millions of people that take their cars to Jiffy-Lube because they are TOO LAZY to get under the car to change oil or they don't know how.
"I want my kids to have it better than I had it" is a mistake!
"Mundengees!" the call would go out to neighbors as everyone quickly closed their courtyard doors. If they caught you with an open door, you had to give them rice or they eat your children.
If swallows enter your house and flew at least nine times meant good luck; less was considered bad.
If you whistle at night; you were calling the dead awake.
These were the superstitions prevalent in South Korea villages at the time I was there; 1st and 2nd grade (Seoul American School) in '71 & '72. Father was career US Army and mom was first generation immigrant. We lived in a small village near Inchon with no sewage (we had water & electricity tho), no paved streets and one phone.
What was great was we had access to the US military base in Inchon. There were no family housing at the base so they were happy to see us. I guess because many there were homesick. But we had free run of the gym and access to the movie theater; we paid 1/2 price of adult fares. They didn't have children fares.
Edit: Mundengee is a leper who went to village to village begging. And I did don't miss Korea.