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Hi,
I've been thinking about the high prices today. I can remember years go when I could go to the grocery store and spend $5 and have a big bag of groceries.
But now a days $5 doesn't go very far. And eating out costs a lot, too. I can remember some of the prices of 1933. A first class postage stamp was 3 cents. Bananas were 15 cents for one pound. Eggs were 15 cents a dozen. Coffee was 19 cents a pound. Kellogg's Bran Flakes (25 oz.) were 10 cents a box. A man's haircut cost 25 cents, and a few other items, like bread, were 10 cents a load.
I worked at the Brown Shoe Factory during the depression in the early 30's. I got a check for $3.39 for a week's work. After F.D.R. got in as President, things got better, Our wages were 25 cents an hour, and by the time I quit to marry my first husband, who was in the Navy in 1944, and we went to Portsmouth, Va., I was doing a lot better. We even got an annual vacation check.
Gasoline was only 25 cents a gallon back in those days, too. But as the wages went up, everything has gone up. When, and how, will it all end?
How about this weather we're having? The temperature goes up and down. You don't know how to dress anymore. It's cold one day and warm the next. I guess we've been real lucky not having too much snow. But we've still got the rest of January and February, so our winter season isn't over yet. I guess we'll just have to take whatever we get, won't we?
My gem... Life is either what you make of it, or what it makes of you.
Today, I've got a poem entitled, "Peanuts."
PEANUTS
A preacher was visiting
In the local nursing home;
Checking on those folks,
Who were old, sick and alone.
With a tender compassion,
He spoke to each one.
He never would leave
Until all his rounds were done.
Entering the last room,
He saw a dear lady there.
She seemed willing to talk
As he sat down by her in a chair.
It wasn't long before he noticed
On a table at her bedside
A little bowl of peanuts,
And he naturally did decide.
While they were talking,
He would just nibble on them.
If the sweet woman cared,
She made no mention of it to him.
After a short while,
When it was time for him to leave,
All the peanuts were gone.
For this he did genuinely grieve.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said he,
When he realized the fact,
"I'll bring you more peanuts
Next time I come back."
Then the precious saint,
Calm, collected and clear,
Leaned over and whispered
Softly in his ear.
"Oh, that's okay."
She said with a slight hacking cough.
"With no dentures I couldn't chew them,
so I just sucked the chocolate off!"
Hi,
I've been thinking about the high prices today. I can remember years go when I could go to the grocery store and spend $5 and have a big bag of groceries.
But now a days $5 doesn't go very far. And eating out costs a lot, too. I can remember some of the prices of 1933. A first class postage stamp was 3 cents. Bananas were 15 cents for one pound. Eggs were 15 cents a dozen. Coffee was 19 cents a pound. Kellogg's Bran Flakes (25 oz.) were 10 cents a box. A man's haircut cost 25 cents, and a few other items, like bread, were 10 cents a load.
I worked at the Brown Shoe Factory during the depression in the early 30's. I got a check for $3.39 for a week's work. After F.D.R. got in as President, things got better, Our wages were 25 cents an hour, and by the time I quit to marry my first husband, who was in the Navy in 1944, and we went to Portsmouth, Va., I was doing a lot better. We even got an annual vacation check.
Gasoline was only 25 cents a gallon back in those days, too. But as the wages went up, everything has gone up. When, and how, will it all end?
How about this weather we're having? The temperature goes up and down. You don't know how to dress anymore. It's cold one day and warm the next. I guess we've been real lucky not having too much snow. But we've still got the rest of January and February, so our winter season isn't over yet. I guess we'll just have to take whatever we get, won't we?
My gem... Life is either what you make of it, or what it makes of you.
Today, I've got a poem entitled, "Peanuts."
PEANUTS
A preacher was visiting
In the local nursing home;
Checking on those folks,
Who were old, sick and alone.
With a tender compassion,
He spoke to each one.
He never would leave
Until all his rounds were done.
Entering the last room,
He saw a dear lady there.
She seemed willing to talk
As he sat down by her in a chair.
It wasn't long before he noticed
On a table at her bedside
A little bowl of peanuts,
And he naturally did decide.
While they were talking,
He would just nibble on them.
If the sweet woman cared,
She made no mention of it to him.
After a short while,
When it was time for him to leave,
All the peanuts were gone.
For this he did genuinely grieve.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said he,
When he realized the fact,
"I'll bring you more peanuts
Next time I come back."
Then the precious saint,
Calm, collected and clear,
Leaned over and whispered
Softly in his ear.
"Oh, that's okay."
She said with a slight hacking cough.
"With no dentures I couldn't chew them,
so I just sucked the chocolate off!"
