I'm glad I was born in the 30's

Why, time moved a lot slower then. This was, without question, the SHORTEST Summer I have experienced. It used to be a LONG TIME between the last day of one school year, and the first day of the next. Some people used to rent a cabin on a lake somewhere for the whole month of August. Now, you can't, school starts in August.

The "Long Hot Summer" is now just a  blink of the eyes. A month ago, Walmart started their "Back to School" displays and I thought they had jumped the gun, but no, school around here starts tomorrow. Halloween costumes are already on display, time sure flies.

No, I get to live a lot longer than kids of today will, can't explain it, but it has to be true.

Football season is right around the corner, colder weather, then Winter, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and it will soon be Easter. Don't forget the World Series and the Super Bowl, hey, it will soon be Spring.

My memories are on old photographs, taken on a Kodak Brownie, developed at the corner drug Store, and pasted into scrapbooks, viewed on many occasions  whatever the occasion, when company or relatives came over, the scrapbooks came out, they still do today. They will last forever.

Now look at what they have for memories, discs, what a shame.

The photograph says it all ................

"No man stands so tall .................... "

Great Photograph

This picture says it all .... I think it's great.

In my comments, what do you think a good title would be for this photograph?

Ann Margaret

I received this in an email today just so you know that Jane Fonda is not representative of every ones behaviour during the Vietnam War. This might have been around for a while, but worth reading again ............... jbd

Viet Nam 1966

     Richard, (my husband), never really talked a lot about his time in Viet Nam , other than he had been shot by a sniper. However, he had a rather grainy, 8 x 10 black and white photo he had taken at a USO show of Ann Margret with Bob Hope in the background that was one of his treasures.
     A few years ago, Ann Margret was doing a book signing at a local bookstore. Richard wanted to see if he could get her to sign the treasured photo so he arrived at the bookstore at 12 o'clock for the 7:30 signing.
     When I got there after work, the line went all the way around the bookstore, circled the parking lot, and disappeared behind a parking garage. Before her appearance, bookstore employees announced that she would sign only her book and no memorabilia would be permitted.
    Richard was disappointed, but wanted to show her the photo and let her know how much those shows meant to lonely GI's so far from home.. Ann Margret came out looking as beautiful as ever and, as second in line, it was soon Richard's turn.
     He presented the book for her signature and then took out the photo. When he did, there were many shouts from the employees that she would not sign it. Richard said, "I understand. I just wanted her to see it."
     She took one look at the photo, tears welled up in her eyes and she said, "This is one of my gentlemen from Viet Nam and I most certainly will sign his photo. I know what these men did for their country and I always have time for 'my gentlemen.''
     With that, she pulled Richard across the table and planted a big kiss on him. She then made quite a to-do about the bravery of the young men she met over the years, how much she admired them, and how much she appreciated them. There weren't too many dry eyes among those close enough to hear. She then posed for pictures and acted as if he were the only one there.

     Later at dinner, Richard was very quiet. When I asked if he'd like to talk about it, my big, strong husband broke down in tears.. ''That's the first time anyone ever thanked me for my time in the Army,'' he said.
     That night was a turning point for him. He walked a little straighter and, for the first time in years, was proud to have been a Vet. I'll never forget Ann Margret for her graciousness and how much that small act of kindness meant to my husband.
     I now make it a point to say 'Thank you' to every person I come across who served in our Armed Forces. Freedom does not come cheap and I am grateful for all those who have served their country.
     If you'd like to pass on this story, feel free to do so. Perhaps it will help others to become aware of how important it is to acknowledge the contribution our service people make.

Do YOU Miss Me Yet?

Cute, regardless of your politics ...............!!!

KODACHROME Film .... gone after 74 years

The Paul Simon Song

Kodachroooome
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama don't take my Kodachrome away

Kodak estimates supplies of existing stock will run out sometime in early fall. Don't forget to hum that cool acoustic guitar riff in between the verses. You're welcome.

No more film, no more scrapbooks to look through, just discs and memory sticks. I've taken a lot of pictures with my Sony Digital Mavica on a 3.5 disc, and they are everywhere around the house, but no computer with a 3.5 compatibility. So, they are all lost.

I still have pictures that were taken during WWI. A number of scrapbooks, some in NY, some in NJ and a few here. My kids live in those places, long story. BUT, we had photographs to show them of the past and the family.

Photographs were forever ... my old Kodak Brownie, my first camera, had great fun with it. Then went to 35mm. Where are all those expensive cameras now?

I think they are ALL gone, now, everything is DIGITAL, I think that is what they are called.

Taking photographs, taking the film to the drug store, getting the prints and looking over them, a thing of the past .... and now ...... no more Kodachrome.

Say good by to an era.

My Dad, the Doctor, actually the Baby Doctor, got a Poleroid in 1943, and until he retired almost some 20 years later, when the baby was brought in for his six week checkup, the baby would have a picture taken with the Doctor that brought the child into the world, Doctor Dooley. He delivered many babies, and went through a lot of Poloroid film.

No more slides and slide projectors. We've all spent many hours at someone's house, "looking at slides." Vacations, kids, trips, good quality time, gone.