When you are old, what do you think children will ask you to tell stories about? If you are ‘old’ (a term with different meanings for everyone); what stories do you tell your grandchildren?
I think kids will ask me to tell them about a time when we put something called “gas” in our cars, people watered their lawns every day, we elected the first person of color to be president, and you could buy a candy bar for a dollar (then I’ll blow their mind with the penny candy stories from my own grandmother’s hometown).
When did something start out badly for you but in the end, it was great?
I know you guys are what-ever, Laura, why are you always blabbing about food but for real, that totally fits this question. Imagine the food you love most. Now imagine sitting in some doctor’s office while they say that’s it, no more. That was me as I watched my lazy I-don’t-feel-like-cooking nights of a burger and fries drop out of my life.
What do you think you are much better at than you actually are? Maybe this one’s kinda mean…thoughts?
My first thought was singing. I mean, I’m okay but not knock ’em out of the park get ’em crying in the pews skilled. Except I know that, so I guess this isn’t a great answer after all.
What would be the worst thing to hear as you are going under anesthesia before surgery?
“Wait. What happened to her (husband, child, family member)?”
What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
Yesterday I finished reading a book for a discussion group tonight so that’s a win. (I know, I know – cutting it close.) I covered up those horrifying pesky grays that keep sneaking into my hair. Plus you remember that gluten free post from the other day? I tried their banana bread mix and it was…okay. Yeah, I know, that’s not an overwhelming review but to be fair my mom made kick ass banana bread and nothing ever compares. Still, it was nice to eat muffins again.
I’m making a horrible impression. Melanie at Sparks from a Combustible Mind is our new host for Share Your World, and here I am publishing a day late. Whoops. Labor Day, man, what you gonna do? Click on over to check out her blog.
Riddle from the Middle 
Well, I’m old enough myself to remember penny candy. I had 50 cents one time, and got a whole bag full!
Yeah, been there done that…Dr. orders…can’t have nuts, popcorn, or sugar. No fun!
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Ugh! Adapting is no fun sometimes.
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Thanks for participating in SYW Revisited. I enjoyed your answers, and those of your readers too! I’ll be reading more of your blog as well! Cheers!
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Awesome. Thanks for visiting, Melanie!
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I would tell them about our black rotary phone and how we ‘dialed’, and what a two-party line was. And why phones had 15′ cords so you could get in a closet for some privacy. And about oleo that came in a plastic bag with a dark blob in the center and how you kneaded that bag until the cows came home to distribute that blob making the white oleo turn the color of butter. And that we had no ‘fitted sheets’. Top and bottom sheets were ‘flat’ and what fun bed-making was.
But we could go the the movies on Saturday for 50 cents, see two features, cartoons and a newsreel, and stay all day if we wanted to!
I would tell them about playing outside with neighborhood kids after dinner, praying the street lights wouldn’t go on, because that’s when we all had to go home! About learning to roller skate and living with skinned knees and twisted ankles. And these were the roller skates you ‘locked’ onto the sole of your shoe with a key, and when one of those skates let loose (not uncommon), you were in trouble!! 😳😳
And while I’m telling the little darlings these tales, there’s no doubt in my mind they will be on their iPad, iPhone or laptop checking out their texts, emails, and social media accounts, tuning me out! We used to tune out the ‘old folks’ by turning up the radio, especially if Inner Sanctum was on!! Lol.
🔹 Ginger 🔹
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I love these! Especially the 15′ cords because the concept of a phone being physically attached to the wall would blow their mind. And playing outside until the streetlights came on. Those were good times.
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I’m trying to imagine what having a whole dollar to spend on candy would have felt like when I was a kid. I guess “old” is relative 😦
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When we visited my grandma we’d each get two quarters to take to the penny candy shop. I felt like the richest kid in the world.
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