You can almost read my mind my sweet woman.. That could have gotten you in trouble in earlier years, I’m sure.. LOLOL However that was then, and this is now.. What I have become is akin to a Town Crier, not as in boo hoo, but more like a whistle blower, that sounds the alarm when history bumps into the present and future..
Having lived long enough to remember events as they happened, and not how they are being written, and not selectively retold with agendas, and bias.. To be honest, I too have a selective memory, but in a way that the folks that read my drivel, would have seen these events as they unfolded, with Country, National interest in mind, with the history of this great experiment has been at the ready for Justice, throughout the world, and proud of what we have achieved..
So I will remind you folks what it was like when things were a bit less divisive, less complicated, and much more patriotic..
People that enjoy those fond memories, will read my stuff, and remember things that have been shuffled under the weight of years of problems and faded by times and places..
I waste your time with smiles and laughs at ourselves, because I never really grew up, or at least I may have the blessing of selective dementia..
You my dear girl and everyone that read these musings need to share your stories, so we too can jog our brains to spill the beans on the history of better times.. GOD BLESS YOU, and all of our friends.. Carlo
What a wonderful story lysie.
It reminds me of the Thanksgiving Dinners and the preparations of my Grandmother H's and then of Mom after my Gram passed away. I remember one year working very hard making stuffed dates. I still love dates.
Hope you have a wonderful day tomorrow.
Love, Aunt M