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April 5th, 2021, 11:35 AM
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Boy it sure was a different life back in those days - no TV, no car, no laptop, no phone, no refrigerator, life was simple and I might add a lot better - the only thing that is better today is the health care one can get - we had an ice box - once or twice a week the ice man would come and deliver a chunk of ice - the sizes varied from a 5 cent piece to a 20 cent piece - you could take the whole ice box and put it into a refrigerator that are available today - a big treat in the summer time was to get a piece of chipped ice off the ice truck - we had a bread man, a egg man, a beer man, a milk man and a produce man come each week - the egg man was always fun to watch because there were two brothers who had the farm and each week they would come to the city to deliver eggs and chickens to customers - while making their rounds they would stop in taverns and have a couple drinks - we were one of the last customers on their route and by the time they came to our house both were pretty drunk - so each week we had some entertainment - like the time one of them fell over into my father's tomato patch and couldn't get hime to stand up and the time they let 20 chickens loose by mistake and trying to chase them all over the road - I still say listening to all the news that is poured out all day just gets you all stressed out for nothing - those were the days my friend -
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April 5th, 2021 11:35 AM
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April 5th, 2021, 12:51 PM
#12
Joe,
Your last line reminded me.........https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9yLBYjzU7s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OZrNDtRltg
Don't ask me how I remember these as a 6 year old in Scotland, but some songs stay in your mind.
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April 6th, 2021, 05:51 AM
#13

Originally Posted by
Gilroy
My father had a vast vocabulary of songs and a Hawaiian guitar, he claimed he could play and sing for 24 hours and not singing the same song twice. Most were country ballads, and songs he pick up overseas during the war, he was something of a Hank Williams fan. However some of the songs he sang had deeper roots than that. He also had quiet a memory for poetry, which he would recite from time to time, I recall in grade 4, as I was struggling to learn Stevenson’s, My Shadow, for school. He could raddle it off, with hardly a blink. It's quite interesting how one’s long term memory hangs unto rhythm and verse. To day its all repetitive nonsense and incessive drumming. As Johnny Cash put it, “Kids sure play funny music these days They play it in the strangest ways" Oh well, apparently it’s because, “they are trying to be heard above our noise.”.
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- Gun Nut
Last edited by Gun Nut; April 6th, 2021 at 05:54 AM.