I’m turning into my grandmother!
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This morning I put on a pair of socks with my sandals. My sandals were old lady sandals to start off with, but, oh so comfortable. Socks with them is something that I never thought would happen.
And then, after laughing about that, I got ready to go out, filling my pocket with old lady candies from the drawer.
How about you? What are things that you do that could be a sign you’re getting old?
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Comments (13)Congrats!! my first thought was awww what a little guy. My daughter was 9lbs 8 oz so anything under that is "little" to me. My grandparents are in their mid 70's and now have 11 great grandchildren. They are both hoping to see at least one from the next generation. I thought my cousin was going to faint when they said they are waiting for her son to have a baby.... he's only 15. lol congrats again. I won't ask for pictures... I understand some people aren't comfortable with their baby all over the internet....See MoreAs a grandmother, i'm missing out!!
Comments (14)I thought I would post here as the other side. I am a daughter who seven months ago decided I had had enough and cut off my parents. Now from my point of view their controlling behavior was beyond discussion and I can't take it anymore. I have heard all the "we did the best we could." statements about my childhood but did the "best" have to include put downs and beatings with a belt? Also did the "best" also have to include forgotten birthdays (I wasn't looking for anything big just a nice dinner of my favorite stuff and a cake with some small trinket to remember my day), and complaints about my activites. If I had me for a daughter I would have been proud. My parents complained about my school involvement and made me late by refusing me rides after they had promised them earlier in the day. My activites they complained about were theater, chorus and band. Well they apporved of band but not the rest. As an adult when I met and became engaged my mother quickly made the entire event about her and complained constantly about his parents and refused to allow any more guests even if we or his parents would pay for the additional people. You know when you have control flaunt it. we came in below one hundred people and my mother still complained a year later about how much it costs. The head waiter that treated me so nicely she still complains about. She made my having children about her. She wanted say so over who the God parents were/are. She even stopped talking to me once over a Christianing Gown being provided by the God mother. (she wanted to make it and stated so after the gown was purchased). She complained about holidays even though we make an effort to rotate them. My parents refuse to share holidays with in-laws if their daughters are the hostest. I have been told about my children's names. I have had babysitting used as a power play-If I do not get my way I will not watch the children for you while you go for surgery. Yes this did happen and I had to find babysitting two days before surgery. I have spent my entire life dealing with favorites and don't think the favorite didn't come first on my wedding day because I took a back seat that day also. If your son or daughter has chosen to seperate themselves from you maybe you need to go over your life since they were born. Ask yourself some tough questions: Did I ever beat/hit my child with either my hand or a belt or spoon etc? Did I show favortism to one child while ignoring the needs of another child? Did my favortism cloud my judgement when dealing with conflicts between the children. Do I still have favorites and is it apparent to those outside the family? For this you might have to count the number of times you bring a certain child's name into the conversation. Or how many times you make excuses for a certain child's rude behavior. Do I demand too much from my adult children. For examply do you expect every holiday to be with you? Are you willing to share holidays with the in-laws? Do you feel you should have a say in the choosing of grand children's names, God parents, why they are raised? Do you openly critises your children and how they raise their children? These are just a few things my parents did to me as an adult. These actions will send adult children running for the hills....See MoreOMG, I'm turning into my dad!
Comments (15)Hahahah, oh, I'm not all alone after all. I'm always complaining about morning newscasts, "stupid Maggie", or "stuff it Charlie", Or "you big bunch of fakers" in front of my dh. He doesn't comment, just lets me! And that's just the nice things. I'm glad I don't do that to anyone that's not in a TV. They have shown their true colors way to many times, so I don't trust anything they have to say, especially about the government. They're so left they can eat dinner on their a$$. If they could report just the facts, good, bad and inbetween, on the 'stimulus package' as they are, I might be able to digest it all without commentary. I'm preparing to call my congressman, probably Friday....See MoreOur Grandmothers' and Great-grandmothers' kitchens
Comments (30)When I was a small child...until I was about 5 years old...my grandmother lived in the house my great-great grandfather built between the beach and the marsh of the Southern Maine coast. He'd bought a house, reversed the plans, and added a whole extra house worth of a wing. One side faced the ocean, and one, the marsh. They made it into what would now be called a bed and breakfast, I guess, and their guests were hunters in the Fall and bathers in the Summer. Oh, and they served 3 meals and tea every day. They being my great-great grandma and her maid/girl Friday (and my grandma, once she got old enough to help). I don't know what their average guest load was, but I do remember seeing a picture that had been used as an advertising picture post card with the crowd of guests out in front of the Woodbine Cottage...there had to be at least 30 people there. I remember my grandmother telling us how she used to have the chore of picking the meat out of the lobsters. The skin on her hands would turn red, start cracking and sometimes bleed (I don't know why lobster shells do this, but having picked the meat out of 3 at one point, I can believe her). This, so they could put big bowls of lobster meat down the middle of the table for the guests to help themselves. See, lobster at that time was dirt cheap, and for my great-great grandfather, who had his own boat and traps, an economical way to stretch the food costs associated with feeding the guests. My poor grandma still got a flash of anger in her eyes some 50 years later, when she related how the guests would put their cigars out in the bowls containing the remaining lobster when they were done with dinner. They baked all their own bread, made all their own pies and sweets, in fact, cooked everything from scratch...and a far more difficult scratch than people of our generation cook from, if they do! On a WOOD stove/oven. Without a REFRIGERATOR, let alone a dishwasher. In the Winter, they shut down the entire ocean-side wing, and lived in the original house to save heat. I have only the hazy memories of a young child, but I remember that kitchen as small. And as y'all know, generally the things of childhood are usually smaller when visited as an adult. Naturally, by the time my grandma was mistress of that kitchen, with grandchildren underfoot, more modern appliances had been installed. But there was still a narrow, dark stairway going down into a cellar in one corner (I assume that was the root cellar) and a small closet with a toilet in it in the other corner. I don't know what the use of it was before they put a toilet in, maybe a pantry? There was a kitchen table, where we ate, and a window seat (probably a storage chest) where my brother was bedded down after he had his tonsils out, so that he could eat with the family (he got ICE CREAM while I had to eat boring old chicken, potatoes and peas :( Funny the things you remember). With about 6 people around the table, I do remember my grandma having to sidle around the table to serve things, which paints a picture of how small the kitchen was. I have lived with and cooked in a number of small kitchens in my life. The smallest was in a condo I rented, which was called a "junior one bedroom", meaning that it was a studio apartment with a small bedroom tacked on. I could literally stand at the stove stirring a soup, reach over to the sink on my left for some water to add if I'd let it boil down too far, and pivot on one foot to open the fridge behind me to pour myself a glass of wine to sip while I cooked. And yet, you do learn to make do with what you have, if you like to eat well. I cooked a 5 course Japanese dinner for 6 people once in that tiny kitchen. You just learn to prep all your ingredients before you start actually cooking, and you sit down and plan your timing carefully before you begin, picking dishes that can be made ahead or partially ahead, using the minimum of last minute pots, pans and dishes. Yes, our grandmas and great grandmas generally made simpler dishes than we might now, but those simpler dishes were more difficult then. No (or very few) convenience foods, prepackaged mixes or instant ingredients. Recipes weren't as precise either, they couldn't be, because ingredients, measurements and temperatures weren't all that precise either! I shudder to think of trying to bake a loaf of bread or a pie in an oven heated with wood or coal!...See More- last monthlast modified: last month
Absolutely kevin. My husband has his father’s Oliver tractor (1949) that he keeps saying he’s going to refurbish. He put two new tires on it a few years ago, bought a new exhaust thingy. It still runs, but looks like he11.
A few years ago, when he was joy riding on it, the crank for the starter fell off somewhere in the long grass and he’s never found it on the property. Not that he needs the crank. He always uses
the electric start but says his father was too cheap/poor to buy a new battery when he had it and relied on the crank. Sentimental, I guess.. I’ll occasionally drive it, but boy do you need strong feet for the clutch.
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Here’s his Oliver rescuing his John Deere many years ago.
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