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Hi,
I was sitting here this morning and thinking of days gone by, when as small children we used to play with simple things like paper dolls that we cut out of Sears and Montgomery Ward catalogues, hop scotch, and marbles that you could buy at a small price.
We went to the shows for 10 cents, and we'd look forward to going each week to watch the serials that went on for weeks.
These days, kids have their own computers and telephones at an early age and learn to use them. They also have their own bikes, watches, radios, etc...
I remember when I bought a used bike from a friend of mine that I worked with at the show factory. I learned to ride in a small space between our house and a building right behind it. I bought my watch with my wages I earned at the factory. That was in the days of the deep depression.
I graduated from grade school in 1932, and went to work at the Brown Show Factory. The wages were real low at that time, but after F.D.R. got elected President our wages went up to 25 cents an hour. Everything was priced lower, and we got by. But things got better and better, and by the time I quit (after 11 years) to get married I was do much better throughout the years.
Wages now are much higher, but everything has gone way up and up, everyday it seems. Things such as gasoline, groveries, clothes, etc... But I guess we have to make-do the best we can.
My deepest concern these days is the war. I hope and pray that it will end soon and we get our service men and women home safely!
My gem... Your life is full if you never stop learning, earning and yearning.
Today I have a poem entitled, "The Bartender Knows."
THE BARTENDER KNOWS
He knows all our sorrows, he knows all our joys;
He knows all the girls who are chasing the boys;
He knows all our troubles, he knows all our strife.
He knows every man who ducks out from his wife.
If the bartender told all he knows,
He would turn all our friends into bitterest foes.
He would star forth a story; which, gaining in force.
Would cause all our wives to sue in divorce.
He would get all our homes mixed up in a fight.
He would turn all our bright days in sorrowful nights.
In fact he would keep the town in a stew
If he told one-tenth of all he knew.
So when out on a party and from home you steal,
Drop in for a drink. The bartender won't squeal.
Hi,
I was sitting here this morning and thinking of days gone by, when as small children we used to play with simple things like paper dolls that we cut out of Sears and Montgomery Ward catalogues, hop scotch, and marbles that you could buy at a small price.
We went to the shows for 10 cents, and we'd look forward to going each week to watch the serials that went on for weeks.
These days, kids have their own computers and telephones at an early age and learn to use them. They also have their own bikes, watches, radios, etc...
I remember when I bought a used bike from a friend of mine that I worked with at the show factory. I learned to ride in a small space between our house and a building right behind it. I bought my watch with my wages I earned at the factory. That was in the days of the deep depression.
I graduated from grade school in 1932, and went to work at the Brown Show Factory. The wages were real low at that time, but after F.D.R. got elected President our wages went up to 25 cents an hour. Everything was priced lower, and we got by. But things got better and better, and by the time I quit (after 11 years) to get married I was do much better throughout the years.
Wages now are much higher, but everything has gone way up and up, everyday it seems. Things such as gasoline, groveries, clothes, etc... But I guess we have to make-do the best we can.
My deepest concern these days is the war. I hope and pray that it will end soon and we get our service men and women home safely!
My gem... Your life is full if you never stop learning, earning and yearning.
Today I have a poem entitled, "The Bartender Knows."
THE BARTENDER KNOWS
He knows all our sorrows, he knows all our joys;
He knows all the girls who are chasing the boys;
He knows all our troubles, he knows all our strife.
He knows every man who ducks out from his wife.
If the bartender told all he knows,
He would turn all our friends into bitterest foes.
He would star forth a story; which, gaining in force.
Would cause all our wives to sue in divorce.
He would get all our homes mixed up in a fight.
He would turn all our bright days in sorrowful nights.
In fact he would keep the town in a stew
If he told one-tenth of all he knew.
So when out on a party and from home you steal,
Drop in for a drink. The bartender won't squeal.
