How old is Grandma???? Or how far back can you personally remember?!?!?!?

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The below is indeed both sad and pretty scary as well...
And to think that Barbie and I both have came to take all of these things for granted until we actually stop and think about them.:(
My grandson sent this in an email. I am really wondering how he will respond when I tell him, "Yes, all true and we do indeed take all of these things for granted these days.";)
I was twelve years old in 1952 when we got our first television!!!! :eek:
I'll never forget it, or at least I hope I don't. It was a Sylvania Halolight and the picture tube actually did have about a 2" to 3" ring of mild light around it so as to help stop the Cathode Ray Tube from injuring our eye's.:rolleyes:
I remember very vividialy about asking my mom and dad what, "Refrigerated Air" meant and was astounded when they told me as I just didn't know how it was possible for someone basically leaving their refrigerator door open so as too cool the inside of their house's!!!! :eek:
Polio was a very scary disease and still was even when I was about 12 or 13 years old. I remember getting the dreaded, "Polio Shot," and then getting the doses of the "Salk Vaccine" which was administered in three doses that you drank!!!! :confused:
And Sulfa Drug was the primary means to protect against infection and that our soldiers used vast quanities of it during the Great War to end all Wars, WW II.
I also remember getting my very first penicillin shot as I hated the "dreaded shots" whether as a preventitaive or to stop potential infection.
And just stopping to think because tomorrow I will have passed the milestone of 58 years depictied below and will instead actually be 66 years old instead!!!!
I can absolutely guarantee all of you that 10 (ten) smilies are not enough to highlight the above!!!! :eek:

How old is Grandma???

Stay with this -- the answer is at the end. It will blow you away.

One evening a grandson was talking to his grandmother about current events. The grandson asked his grandmother what she thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.

The Grandma replied, "Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:


'
television

'
penicillin

'
polio shots

'
frozen foods

'
Xerox

'
contact lenses

'
Frisbees and

'
the pill

There was no:


'
radar

'
credit cards

'
laser beams or

'
ball-point pens

Man had ! not invented:

'
pantyhose
' air conditioners

'
dishwashers

'
clothes dryers

'
and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and

'
man hadn't yet walked on the moon

Your Grandfather and I got married first, . . and then lived together.

Every family had a father and a mother.

Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, "Sir".
And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir."


We were before gay-rights, computer- dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.

Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.

We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.

Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege.

We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.

Having a meaningful relationship meant getting ! along with your cousins.

Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started.

Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums.

We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.

We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios.

And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.

If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan ' on it, it was junk.

The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam.

Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of.

We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.

Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.

And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough sta! mps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.

You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, . . . but who could afford one?
Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.

In my day:


'
"grass" was mowed,

'
"coke" was a cold drink,

'
"pot" was something your mother cooked in and

'
"rock music" was your grandmother's lullaby.

'
"Aids" were helpers in the Principal's office,

'
" chip" meant a piece of wood,

'
"hardware" was found in a hardware store and

'
"software" wasn't even a word.

And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap... and how old do you think I am?

I bet you have this old lady in mind...you are in for a shock!

Read on to see -- pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.


This Woman would be only 58 years old!


I think now is indeed a real time to take some time for personal meditation, something else that wasn't really known about unless you were really an open and investigative person and very possibly either from India or another one of those weird countries where very weird things were done and thought nothing about thereof.:o :rolleyes: :eek:
 
Yikes! I'm 61 and I had to read all the way to the end to get it. Scary is right. Fortunately, I learned to meditate during my 5 years of being physically incapacitated. Now is indeed a good time.
 
They say...
First you start noticing how young the solders are.
Then the police seem too young.
....
But you don't have to worry until the Supreme Court Justices seem too young.;)
 
Yvsa,

My old momo, Ora Boudreaux Roy, is 95 years old. Imagine all the change she's seen. How about paved roads. She came from rural Louisianna. Wasn't a paved road anywhere in her area when she was born. Travel was horse and buggy. She amazes me.

Good post.
 
I've read that one before. Pretty amazing stuff when you look at how many advances have come about in the last 50 years. It boggles the mind to think about what I will see at 75:eek:

It's kind of funny. Getting older is something that is easily noticed and tangible. I'm not saying that I'm "old". Hell, i'm 25 and in my physical prime. However, I can see it right in front of me. The workers at the movie theater just keep looking younger and younger. A couple years ago I stopped getting carded when I bought tobacco. In the last year, people have stopped carding me for a drink. I noticed the guys coming in to fillout an application for work are all fresh faced and spazy as 18 year olds should be. They ask for the sheet to fill out and ask, "Excuse me, sir, are you Mr. Kelley?" ......whhhhhhat!? Do I look like a "Mr. Kelley"? I was taken aback, but I did like the fact that they used "sir" and "Mr." to address a potential boss. I answered them, "Well, yeah, kinda. I am a Kelley, but not THE Kelley you'll need to talk to. I'll get him your applications. Thanks, bo...guys". Later in the mirror I saw it. My hair style has gone from a messy college do to short and just combed a bit forward. I was wearing day long stubble from early bedtimes and early rises. Crowsfeet and laugh lines are starting to cut into face to give my dimples company. Not a kid anymore, and working on the American dream. Not a bad place to be at all. I get a little shock thinking about 15 years down the road. In 15 years, I'll be 40, probably a father, fatter, balder, and starting to look back on things. That's OK. If the next 25 are as great as the first 25, then i will be a lucky, lucky man. ;):)

Jake
 
aproy1101 said:
Yvsa,

My old momo, Ora Boudreaux Roy, is 95 years old. Imagine all the change she's seen. How about paved roads. She came from rural Louisianna. Wasn't a paved road anywhere in her area when she was born. Travel was horse and buggy. She amazes me.

Good post.

Coincidentally, my mothers family and my birthplace are in Louisiana as well. Thibodaux in Lafourch Parish, about 50 miles SSW of New Orleans. My Grandfather Kleinpeter was the town doctor and my Grandmother's maiden name was Rousseau. There were many Boudreaus in LaFourch. Dr. Kleinpeter made horse and buggy housecalls in the old days and my Mom would go along as a gate opener after the horseless carriage made it's debut. Now we have the Lexus but no house calls. When I was stuck in a hospital bed for five years I caught a flu and called a doctor I had been seeing for 15 years for help. He asked me to come into the office. When I told him I was not able to leave my hospital bed long enough to do that he said,"Take an ambulance". Fortunately, I was able to find Maggie McCreery, who did make house calls when appropriate and became my new family doctor until she retired a few years ago.:thumbup:
 
Bill my mom would call you a half ass (derived from coonass, the cajuns affectionate deragatory term for himself). I've been to Thibideaux several times as a teenager with friends searching for new girls who didn't know us. Thats how you worked it in South Louisianna. You went to the next town over to get away from all those farmiliar girls.
 
aproy1101 said:
Bill my mom would call you a half ass (derived from coonass, the cajuns affectionate deragatory term for himself). I've been to Thibideaux several times as a teenager with friends searching for new girls who didn't know us. Thats how you worked it in South Louisianna. You went to the next town over to get away from all those farmiliar girls.

At least you didn't go to family reunions for that purpose. (If you go to family reunions to meet girls ..... you might be a redneck." - Jeff Foxworthy)

When I found myself single again at 45 I built on a long time interest I'd had in country-western dancing as a means to meet more girls (women?). A friend of mine used to comment dubiously, "Well, I guess that's a pretty good excuse to walk up to a strange woman and put your arms around her." But to those of us who appreciate the art form, there's nothing prettier than a country waltz, and the cajun variation is the best of all (Jolie Blon for example). I was never much into western swing, a more recent innovation, but the Texas/Louisiana two-step is another favorite. At one time or another I explored almost every country-western dance place in New Mexico from the "Blue Water Saloon" in the South at Elephant Butte Lake to the "Mineshaft Tavern" in Madrid, the "Sagebrush Tavern" in Taos, the "Wrongbranch Saloon" on the road to Taos Ski Valley and, last but not least, "The Linecamp" in Pojaque. A bunch of colorful places with colorful names. I wouldn't trade those years for anything. Met my wife, in fact, at the "Posse Shack" a few blocks from my current home in Los Alamos, and we still go dancing at the old places.
 
Bill I think you've hit on the best way to impress women. Dance with them. You also hit on the fact that Cajuns just love to dance. Eating, drinking, and dancing. Thats the South Louisianna I remember. Once when I was maybe 12 years old we went to a wedding. Weddings are a big deal in Louisianna. My old momo, mentioned below, had too much to drink, but just refused to stop dancing. I watched in awe as my 75 year old momo danced over to a trash can, vomitted, and danced back over to my pawpaw. Drink in hand. Later, as she kept drinking, I remember my dad trying to take her drink away. "They already took the food away, let me be," she said. I'll never forget it.
 
God Bless you and granny.
That brung a tear to my eye...

Yvsa said:
The below is indeed both sad and pretty scary as well...
And to think that Barbie and I both have came to take all of these things for granted until we actually stop and think about them.:(
My grandson sent this in an email. I am really wondering how he will respond when I tell him, "Yes, all true and we do indeed take all of these things for granted these days.";)
I was twelve years old in 1952 when we got our first television!!!! :eek:
I'll never forget it, or at least I hope I don't. It was a Sylvania Halolight and the picture tube actually did have about a 2" to 3" ring of mild light around it so as to help stop the Cathode Ray Tube from injuring our eye's.:rolleyes:
I remember very vividialy about asking my mom and dad what, "Refrigerated Air" meant and was astounded when they told me as I just didn't know how it was possible for someone basically leaving their refrigerator door open so as too cool the inside of their house's!!!! :eek:
Polio was a very scary disease and still was even when I was about 12 or 13 years old. I remember getting the dreaded, "Polio Shot," and then getting the doses of the "Salk Vaccine" which was administered in three doses that you drank!!!! :confused:
And Sulfa Drug was the primary means to protect against infection and that our soldiers used vast quanities of it during the Great War to end all Wars, WW II.
I also remember getting my very first penicillin shot as I hated the "dreaded shots" whether as a preventitaive or to stop potential infection.
And just stopping to think because tomorrow I will have passed the milestone of 58 years depictied below and will instead actually be 66 years old instead!!!!
I can absolutely guarantee all of you that 10 (ten) smilies are not enough to highlight the above!!!! :eek:

How old is Grandma???

Stay with this -- the answer is at the end. It will blow you away.

One evenin
g a grandson was talking to his grandmother about current events. The grandson asked his grandmother what she thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.

The Grandma replied, "Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:


'
television

'
penicillin

'
polio shots

'
frozen foods

'
Xerox

'
contact lenses

'
Frisbees and

'
the pill

There was no:


'
radar

'
credit cards

'
laser beams or

'
ball-point pens

Man had ! not invented:

'
pantyhose
' air conditioners

'
dishwashers

'
clothes dryers

'
and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and

'
man hadn't yet walked on the moon

Your Grandfather and I got married first, . . and then lived together.

Every family had a father and a mother.

Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, "Sir".
And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir."


We were before gay-rights, computer- dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.

Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.

We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.

Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege.

We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.

Having a meaningful relationship meant getting ! along with your cousins.

Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started.

Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums.

We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.

We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios.

And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.

If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan ' on it, it was junk.

The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam.

Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of.

We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.

Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.

And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough sta! mps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.

You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, . . . but who could afford one?
Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.

In my day:


'
"grass" was mowed,

'
"coke" was a cold drink,

'
"pot" was something your mother cooked in and

'
"rock music" was your grandmother's lullaby.

'
"Aids" were helpers in the Principal's office,

'
" chip" meant a piece of wood,

'
"hardware" was found in a hardware store and

'
"software" wasn't even a word.

And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap... and how old do you think I am?

I bet you have this old lady in mind...you are in for a shock!

Read on to see -- pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.


This Woman would be only 58 years old!


I think now is indeed a real time to take some time for personal meditation, something else that wasn't really known about unless you were really an open and investigative person and very possibly either from India or another one of those weird countries where very weird things were done and thought nothing about thereof.:o :rolleyes: :eek:
 
Yvsa, I remember that our first TV had a big magnifying glass in front of it to make the picture bigger (if a bit strange at the outside edges). I tell Scouts about it these days and they think I'm kidding them.

If I told them how often the stations went off the air and all you had to look at was the "chief," they would KNOW I was kidding.
 
I wonder when this list came out.

Some of them are kinda nebulous such as being born before television. Just researching the first one - Television - shows it has been around in commercial form since 1928. That would make granny 78. The BBC started regular broadcasts in 1930. However, In 1936 there were still only 200 sets in use worldwide.

Eric
 
Belated Happy BDay Yunsuh!

I had saved the forum thread from last year on your BDay. The answers from the site How Old Are You.
Provides the significant or maybe not so significant events on your previous bdays.

I used to have a bookmark put out by one of the Colleges/Universities each year on their incoming Freshman. What was not invented or used during their lifetime. Unfortunately, I lost the bookmark. It gave a decent idea of what our'College Freshman' have not been without and possibly why they take so much for granted nowdays.

From Last Year:

http://www.bladeforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=341364
 
I believe ALL of the things on Yvsa's list apply to me....and I'll be 62 this year!As I read it, I was thinking "He hit it right on the Head!!!"
 
I just turned 62. I was born before the first atomic bomb went off and my daughter was born after the first moon landing.

I remember reading about ten years ago in an aviation magazine that the man who invented the WW I Sopwith Camel was still alive, admiring all the modern aircraft that came after his. They even had a photo of Mr. and Mrs. Sopwith visiting an air show. I hope they knew enough to make him the guest of honor! :D
 
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