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Friday, May 13, 2016

Memory Lane - Not Always Politically Correct

Tonight - a walk down memory lane for any reader over 50. Some politically incorrect, danger (look no seat belts), lard, and sugar-filled memories of growing up in the best of times. Enjoy!

Growing up in the 60's and 70's

9 comments:

MerleMay 13, 2016 at 8:41 PM
Sadly I couldn't see anything thru the Pinterest ad, and it wouldn't let me close it......

Merle
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MerleMay 13, 2016 at 9:22 PM
That's what I did, and when that page opened up - so did the Pinterest log in page.......

Merle
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waepnedmannMay 14, 2016 at 2:35 AM
Fanner 50
Silver with stag horn grips and black buscadero rig.
Draw partner!
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MerleMay 14, 2016 at 7:47 AM
Ohh well, maybe that's in omen I should open one? :)

Thanks, Merle
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ChickenmomMay 14, 2016 at 7:17 PM
A blast from the past! My favorite ones: Gilbert Chemistry tri-fold set, the original Fort Apache, pea shooters, Erector set (with all the screws and nuts) and my Daisy BB rifle. Fun, fun, fun! :o)
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Old NFOMay 14, 2016 at 7:49 PM
Penny candy... sigh
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EarlMay 23, 2016 at 3:09 PM
I have pictures!
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On the white cliffs of Dover
where freedom still dares
and the sand on the beaches
lay quiet as air;
on the bluffs lies an aircraft
who naught made it home
comrades anxiously waiting
at the Norwich Airdrome.

Hope flew in their hearts
like an eagle above
while they waited in silence
for friends that they love;
but ghosts can't come back
bearing the tales
of flying home crippled
as only courage prevails.

They'd traveled so far
to set down their life
leaving just memories
amidst all the strife;
as night waned on the cliffs
and the sea mourned alone
All that was left
would be a headstone.

We'll always remember
the deeds that you've done
as we look at old photos
faces eternally young;

The white cliffs of Dover
stand in freedom today
because of your courage
and the price that you paid.

-Brigid