are we are the last living witnesses of a world that no longer exists?

I saw this... looked at the long story.. and then the picture.. what made me stop at the picture was it was WOODSTOCK.. You probably have to be our age to understand what an amazing event it was ... yes there were drugs, yes there were drinking and sex... but also .. NO FIGHTING.. NO ONE DIED.. NO ONE STABBED... AND ETC.. in this day and age that is AMAZING.. SO then I decided to read the long story.. and it says how I have felt for about a year.. and especially the pass couple of months.. the 3 ring circus on the lawn of the White House... the destroying of the Rose Garden and tearing down the building to build a gawdy building.. to me.. and my generation.. we have a loyalty to our buildings across the land.. especially the White House and the Capital.. and it seems every where.. there is a rare person who has the same feelings about these buildings and what was proper and not proper for our government... we have been almost 250 years with great men who wrote the Constitution ... the flag.. all the things our guys went over seas and fought WITH our allies , to listen to the guy stand up there in France over the weekend and his speech.. instead of honor for all those men of all countries who died there.. or came back in pieces.. We feel so dishonored.. the younger generation.. younger than us, anyway.. who say that is the old ways.. we need to change.. well this kind of says how we . of the 1940's and 1950 and even the 1960 to consider: we are the last living witnesses of a world that no longer exists.

Any way you can check it out.... or not.. to see if you agree: are we are the last living witnesses of a world that no longer exists?

Like I said it is long... and yes I got it from Facebook... for those over 60.

If you look closely, you might notice gray hair, slower steps, or the quiet patience that time alone can teach. But if you truly listen to our stories, you will discover something far more extraordinary. We are not simply older people moving through the final chapters of life.

We are the survivors of one of the most breathtaking transformations in human history — a generation that walked from the slow, deliberate rhythm of an analog world into the dazzling speed of a digital one without ever losing our sense of humanity along the way.

Our journey began in a very different place.

Many of us were born in the 1940s, 1950s, and early 1960s, when the scars of World War II were still fresh across Europe and Asia and the world was slowly learning how to hope again. Cities rose from rubble. Families rebuilt lives after years of uncertainty. Childhood unfolded in ways that would feel almost unrecognizable to younger generations today.

Our toys were simple: marbles played in dusty yards, hopscotch drawn on cracked sidewalks, checkers and cards gathered around kitchen tables while the smell of dinner filled the house. When the streetlights flickered on in the evening, it was the universal signal that childhood adventures were over for the day and it was time to go home.

There were no smartphones, no streaming videos, no endless scroll of digital distractions. Instead, we built our memories in the real world — with scraped knees, laughter echoing down neighborhood streets, and friendships that formed face to face, without the mediation of screens.

Music became one of the defining soundtracks of our youth. The 1960s and 1970s arrived like a wave of color and rebellion. We watched culture shift around us, carried by electric guitars and voices that dared to question the world.

For many of us, gatherings like the legendary Woodstock Festival of 1969 symbolized something powerful: the belief that peace, music, and community could reshape the future. Hundreds of thousands of young people stood together in muddy fields, listening to artists who poured raw emotion into towering speakers known as the Wall of Sound. Those concerts were not merely entertainment; they were moments when strangers felt like a single generation singing the same hope under an open sky.

Education looked different then, too. Our notebooks were filled with handwritten notes carefully copied from chalkboards. Research required patience, long hours in libraries, and stacks of heavy books rather than a quick internet search. We learned to slow down and think through ideas because information did not arrive instantly. Mistakes were corrected with erasers and ink, not with the click of a delete button.

Love carried a different rhythm as well. We fell in love while vinyl records spun on turntables and cassette tapes clicked softly inside plastic players. Music became the background to first dances, long conversations, and dreams about the future. Those relationships grew into marriages, families, and lives built step by step through the 1980s and 1990s — decades that saw technology begin to reshape the world around us.

Yet nothing compares to the bridge our generation has crossed. We are the only generation to have experienced an entirely analog childhood and a fully digital adulthood.

We remember waiting days — or sometimes weeks — for handwritten letters to arrive in the mail. We remember rotary telephones and party lines where neighbors could accidentally overhear conversations. Communication required patience and anticipation. Today, we can see the face of a loved one across the ocean instantly on a screen small enough to fit in a pocket.

The world changed in ways few could have imagined. We watched humanity land on the Moon in 1969, a moment when millions of people sat in living rooms staring at black-and-white televisions as Neil Armstrong took humanity’s first steps on another world.

We saw the rise of personal computers, the birth of the internet, and eventually the arrival of smartphones that placed entire libraries of knowledge in our hands. Machines that once filled entire rooms now exist on devices lighter than a paperback book. We moved from punch cards and mechanical tools to artificial intelligence and global networks connecting billions of people instantly. And through every shift, we adapted.

Our bodies carry the marks of the times we lived through as well. We grew up during fears of polio and tuberculosis, illnesses that once terrified entire communities before vaccines helped bring them under control. We witnessed the global challenges of pandemics and health crises across decades, including the recent silence and uncertainty of COVID-19, which reminded the world that resilience is still required in every generation.

Science itself transformed before our eyes. We saw the discovery of the structure of DNA in 1953, the decoding of the human genome at the turn of the century, and the early steps into gene therapy and advanced medicine. Transportation evolved from simple bicycles and steam engines to hybrid vehicles and electric cars gliding almost silently through city streets.

Few generations have witnessed such sweeping change. And yet, despite everything that evolved around us, certain things remain unchanged. We still understand the joy of a cold glass bottle of lemonade on a hot afternoon. We still remember the taste of vegetables picked straight from a garden. We still know the value of a long conversation that unfolds slowly without a keyboard or screen interrupting it.

Our memories stretch across decades. We have celebrated births, mourned losses, watched friends depart, and carried their stories forward. Those of us who remain share something rare: the experience of standing at the crossroads of history, holding memories from a world that younger generations know only through photographs and stories.

But we are not relics. We are living bridges. Our perspective reminds the modern world that progress does not have to erase wisdom. The speed of technology does not have to replace patience, kindness, or reflection. We remember what life felt like before everything moved so fast — and that memory carries quiet lessons worth sharing.

So when someone calls us “elderly,” we can smile. Because behind that word lies something extraordinary. We are the generation that crossed two centuries, witnessed eight decades of transformation, and walked from the age of handwritten letters to the era of artificial intelligence.

What a life we have lived. What a remarkable story we continue to carry. And if you belong to this generation, take a moment today to look in the mirror and recognize something powerful.

You are not simply growing older. You are living history. You are part of a generation that will always remain one of a kind. And perhaps, in the quietest and most meaningful way, you are becoming legendary."

Life has its ups and downs… don’t take it for granted..

Life has its ups and downs…     don’t take it for granted..   

We have a family who this am.. lost their sweet  20 something disable daughter.. And to show how some not only talk the talk.. but walk the walk…     the parents have donated organs ….   In the mist of grief. They thought of others,,

We take so much of life for granted..   Even if we know that there will be a time to go, we still get up every morning and think of what to do today..   what is on the list of what to do .. where are you going..  and etc..    Never thinking of the possibility you may not be here tomorrow ..     and when in grief of losing a love one.  Still able to try to help others..  THAT IS WALKING THE WALK,   NOT JUST TALKING THE TALK,,  

RIP Sweet Natalie…

time does not heal all things..

 

this picture...   is one sent to me May 25, 2017.....   it was taken by my oldest daughter....   just two hours before she passed away from a massive heart attack on her front lawn.....     

as one lives the days, months and years..  it feeling never leaves...   why?  One ask God, WHY..   even more so with me..  because of some misunderstanding..   we missed out on 20 years..  THANKFULLY.. GOD WAS KIND.. and we started talking 2 years before she passed..     She was a great lady..  think not?  Oh yeah, there was a large crowd.. at her celebration of life...standing room only.. and 90% of them were brave enough to stand and tell how she made a difference in their lives..  From adult were teens at camp with her and her husband Kevin...      friends who were close... with her and her second husband Miles..   and the great travels they had..   her grandchildren...   and granddaughter was like second skin to her..   and the grandson, she was lucky to see just a couple weeks before she passed..    

I am sure she is up there keeping tabs on us.. protecting her family...    she just has a way like that.  Don't get me wrong..  I use to refer to her over the years...  she was LUCY  from Charle Brown days..   the organizer... run the show.. just ask her siblings..   but loved by all...   MISS YA... KID..    Time does not heal all things..   just gets to be more endurable.. most of the time..

FIRST ADMENDMENT … LIKE IT OR NOT..

FIRST ADMENDMENT … LIKE IT OR NOT..

The founding fathers gave us several amendments. The first two were the most important to them..  Freedom of speech was listed as #1. Freedom to own a gun is #2.. (well, freedom to bare arms.. I think is the words..)

With the Jimmy Kimmel … like him or hate him … makes no different, why he said it.. it had to do with Trump’s age difference from his wife.. He had no clue what was going to happen 3 days LATER.. at that dinner. . So unless you believe he is a prophet, you have to believe what he meant. He said it 3 DAYS BEFORE the big dinner. What he said, granted,  was crude and rude.

But the court is really in your home.. who controls your t.v. set?  Who reads the paper or another media?  YOU DO.. No one forced you. So if you  hate the likes of Jimmy Kimmel and other who are comedians.. DON’T   WATCH IT..  DON’T READ IT. That is your fault.      There are now hundreds of different channels .  you can scroll by facebook or internet pages.

In the name of comedy, anything can be said..  doesn’t have to be true.. it can be warped, bent and etc..  and truth went to the way side since Nixon’s days..  to even go to court to sue for slander or definite of character is hard to do.

And if they say…  IN MY OPINION… well that erases truth as you might know it..   as it is their OPINION and they are entitled to that.. just like you are..

And for those who want to break the 1^st Amendment   … remember the next one down..  could fall with it as well.. if not before.

It is going to be a long 2 years.. and may the system hold tight…     AND VOTE.. this is mid term voting.. it is the start of what to look at in 2028.    And if you don’t vote.. keep your mouth shut.. you didn’t care enough to make changes.

HOW MANY BBQ'S ARE ENOUGH

 My husband the King..  has a huge smoker type bbq.(he loves cooking his brisket in that) ..                      he has a pellet stove...   and he thew away his Webber away as it rusted out last year..   And TODAY...  we went to Home Depot... just to see what regular BBQ  are running..   I hate the phase...  "lets go look.. just looking"   

Because today..  we came home with a two burner Webber (his favorite) ... for cooking just for us... 

By the way when we have family over for dinner last week.. he cooked with his pellet... BUT he forgot to add more pellets...  needless to say..  dinner was late.. and our son will pass the story on to the other boys..  lol...   And that was one of the selling points...  You see the pellet stove takes too long to get to the heat you need to cook..  (well... pellets  in the hopper.. help..lol) 

 So once again.. we have 3 BBQ...   so how many does your husband have? 

IT ISN'T ABOUT DYING... IT IS ABOUT LIVING..

 It isn’t about dying… it is about living…. 

You can chose to live or die the rest of your life… You have the choice to live until you die.. or sit and wait to die.. not much fun in that… but sure is when you chose to live until you die..

When I was a cna many years ago..  we had a lady come to our place..  turn out to be one of my co worker’s sister. She had just lost her husband a few weeks before..  she had been sick and getting weak.. so she came to us. Health care Center..  better known as a nursing home in the old days..    She was grieving as she had taken care of her husband in ill health for 5 years.. and now he was gone..   One day she seem to be pretty low..    I was asked to take her to the dining room.   She could walk, transfer herself.  But was weak, as she wasn’t eating well.    I was putting on her socks and shoes before she got up into the chair.  She was telling me that she was going to die.. she knew it.. I’m  next. I asked why she thought that..  she didn’t have an answer…  So being the blunt person that I am..   I told her, you know.. you have a choice.. You can live until you die or you can chose to sit and wait to die..  it is up to you..  she said, yes, I suppose so….   I asked how old was her mother when she passed..  she said in the upper 80’s..  She was 63… so I told her.. you know..  you might have a long wait if you sit in your chair and wait to die.. … she looked at me, like I was crazy.. And we went off to the dining room..

I went on vacation the next day… for week..  I came back and walked by her room and saw it was empty..  I asked her sister.. where is she..  she said she is gone..  I told her … I guess she was sicker than I thought.  So sorry for your lost.. The sister laughed..  and said no…  she isn’t dead.. she went home yesterday..  I said oh, good.. good for her..   Then the sister told me the message her sister told her to give me..  “Tell, Cis .. I am going home to live until I die.. and for starters.. I am going to do some travelling that I have wanted to do for years..”   The sister told me thank you .. for what ever you said to her.. by the way.. the sister passed. But the patient one lived for 8 more years..

So you see, we do have some control over how we live …. Or die…  So it isn’t about dying.. it is about how you live..

WILL THE 1st AMENDMENT SURVIVE?

Will the 1st Amendment survive? we have counted on it for almost 250 years... Last I understood, the only rule against that was yelling in a crowd room... FIRE FIRE.. everything else is given a free range.. Use to say.. stick and stones will break your bones... but words will never hurt me.. as time goes by.. I lose more and more faith in the human race.. and maybe that is why God took Jesus home.... he saw that the human race doesn't care.. more and more.. people are using weapons to talk instead of words.. Sad state of affairs. I live in a family of gun owners.. (not raised but live among family who hunt) Our Vietnam vet was talking about the 2nd amendment and defending it.. I told him and my husband, it won't be gun owners per say.. it will be those who can't have a conversation.. it was going to be those who shoot first.. that was going to take the guns away from the hunters... and those who are in their homes, defending their families.. and if they take guns away.. it will still happen.. because then only the evil will have guns... do I have the answer.. nope and especial in this day and age.. kindness still lives.. those who respect others and their views.. still live... but one has to wonder for how long... with evil having the media working for them.

Both comedian and the press release person.. made remarks days and hours before... the White House Press dinner.. They state their words were not of how it was taken... neither had malice in their intent... just life took the words and upset people... life does that to all of us at one time or another...

 

EARTH DAY

 56 YEARS AGO... the first EARTH DAY...  how do I know this?  because I had my last sweet kid on that day..    she says that makes her older or as old as dirt...    So we get to celebrate EARTH DAY and Happy Birthday sweet kid...

The weather is starting to get nice..  although tomorrow is a promise of pour down ran..   well, I guess the earth needs that... it has been droughts all across our nation...    So I have been doing maintence yard work... I have one bush, though.  I just can't get a handle on it.. It is about 4 feet high..  has tiny yellow flowers that bloom at the end of May to the end of summer...  which is its saving grace..  as the rest of the time, it looks like a dead bush..    I went out two days ago... to see if I could trim it.. maybe have it in a shape of a ball..  But it is so full of dead branches that I was trying to get lobbed off.. and the rest has tiny green leaves..  As I got done and step back to see my work..  I thought.... OH MY GOD, IT LOOKS LIKE ME WHEN I CUT MY BANGS... lol.   which is not a good look..  So this morning I went back out to see if I could correct it and pick up all the cut branches..   Still not good..   so got the weed whacker and cut the 18 inches of grass around the bottom.....  it isn't much better, but a little bit cleaner at the bottom.. So going to have to wait for Ken to see if he can do it better. 

So I am heading outside while it is still nice..  Promise of thunderstorm at 8pm... I am going to work on what we call the Memorial garden.. there is some yard art and some small bushes in there..  from times we lost some one.   We have a huge... I do mean a huge Burning bush in the front yard.. that some one gave us when Ken's mom pass..  that was about 24 years ago..  it needs to be trimmed as well..  and the memorial garden needs to be weeded.. EVERY YEAR..  I lay down papers and on top of that wood chips and mulch...   and every year those dang weeds make it thru..  only good part of this..  while there are about 100 weeds.. they pull up fairly easy, because of the previous years stuff...  and i can do it on my hands and knees. which I have found at 86 is easier than standing and pulling.. 

So enjoy the day..  even pulling weeds is worthy and ALMOST enjoyable in the sun and only a slight breeze..   

I am back... lol.. AND can you explain to me.. how this is happening?

Doing better...  about 90% better...   Starting to get some of the yard work done...   brain is working better... well at least up to par for an 86 year old broad...  lol...   I still have the pain off and on in my elbow area....  but the cold/flu or what ever the hell that was...   is gone.....   THANK GOD FOR THAT. 

So guess that means I should get busy...  and the weather is better so ..... yard work..  but came in and figure I was done for the day....   it was only 11am..  oh, well,  at least I got a lot done..   tied up rose branches..    lopped off dead branches on roses and some of the other plants..     there is yard art, I got to go thru.. and get rid of it...  I have glued and repaint them enough...   GONE GONE it will be.. 

So how is this Spring doing for you all?  Hopefully giving you cheer after the winter...  and definitely need it with all this insanity of the government...  it just blows my mind daily...   everything.. and I do mean everything... that I knew to be true...  about the laws of how this government has served us for all most 250 years..  has been thrown in the trash... I keep praying to God to help this poor government that is going more and more indebt...  and it isn't for the citizens who pay for it...   And Congress... what the hell?  I have NEVER  EVER seen such a worthless bunch... more than ever in history...  and since when does the House Speaker get to run the show...   NONE OF US.... well, maybe the state he comes from did..  but NONE OF.US VOTED THIS GUY IN....  and the rest of the bunch don't seem to have enough of a back bone..  to get rid of him...    I am pretty sure that Congress has got rid of other speakers for less than this little mouse, who does anything Trump says...  WHY ARE THINGS STILL HAPPEN , WHEN CONGRESS/GOVERNMENT IS SHUT DOWN..   and yet...  the things the American citizen's  needs can't be   voted on..     EXPLAIN  that to me..     Trump demands more money for the war... how can that happen when Congress is shut down?

Someone want to explain that to me?     And his wanted and getting angry at NATO for not stepping up to help..  He started this mess.....     he did not tell NATO what he had planned..   HE DID NOT TELL NATO.... I  am bombing Iran tomorrow.....   NATO found just like the rest of us..   AFTER THE FACT..  so why should they help at all....     I thought that was started to help nations... IF SOMEONE ATTACKED THEM.  NOT FOR US TO GO ATTACK OTHERS..    but I could be wrong..   Does someone want to explain that to me..

STILL ALIVE... but not doing 55... lot slower

Well, the good news is that I lost 10 pounds...  so got to look at the sunny side of things..   On Tuesday I get to finally after 3 months ....get to see the dr..  at least they say she will be there...  but that was over a month ago since I have heard from them.. other than the email of confirmation...   felt like answering it saying YEA, I WILL BE THERE.. BUT WILL SHE? 

My husband does not go to the dr with me... but he insisted this time he is..,,   not sure if he is going with me to back me up....  or to keep me out of jail..

By the way. I use bag balm..  do any of you?   reason why I asked... is when one of the desk jockeys heard me say I had been putting bag balm on my shingles to help ....  she ask me..  what ever possessed me to put bag balm on...   told her BECAUSE I AM A LONG TIME FARM GIRL... as we put bag balm on EVERYTHING...  cow, dog, cat, horses,  and us..    she said.. she never heard of that..   and I told her.. guess you are NOT A FARM girl... and we left it at that.  

so I will let you know if this 85 (almost   86)  still know the best about how to take care of herself.    and if I don't get back to you before...  have a NICE EASTER....  with your family..    it is also my birthday that day...