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I was born and I grew up in Gainesville, Georgia Hall County. My mom took care of the house, laundry, groceries, cooking, and let me say we NEVER once questioned my father’s income!! It was never a discussion. We never once discussed how my parents voted or for whom. We ate homemade meals consisting of meat, potatoes, and vegetables. We never touched anything that did not belong to us. We never opened a refrigerator at anyone’s house unless asked to do so. We didn’t look in people’s closets or drawers. We were taught to respect other peoples property. And we were rewarded for acting properly.We grew up during a time when we mowed lawns, pulled weeds, babysat, helped with all chores. We, by no means, were given everything we wanted. We went outside a lot to play, run with friends, play hide and seek, or went bike riding.Bottled water was unheard of, if we wanted water we drank straight from the faucet or hose. If we had a soda, it was in a glass bottle, most of the time it was at our grandparents houseand we didn’t break the bottle when finished. We saved the bottle for the return money.We had to tell our parents where we were going, who we were going with, and be home before dark.You 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑫 from your parents instead of disrespecting them and treating them as if they knew absolutely nothing. What they said was 𝑳𝑨𝑾 and you did not question it and you had better know it! We watched what we said around our elders and neighbors because we knew if we 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑫 any grown-up, we would get a real good whooping, it wasn’t called abuse, it was called discipline!We held the doors for others and carried the shopping into the house. We gave up our seat for an older person without being asked.You didn’t hear swear words on the radio in songs or on TV. “Please and Thank you”, were part of our daily vocabulary!The world we live in now is just so full of people who hate and disrespect others.Friends, consider re-posting if you’re thankful for your childhood. I will 𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑻 where I came from and only wish children and people nowadays had half the chance at the fun and respect for real life we grew up with! And we were never bored!This is exactly the way I grew up, if you did too, copy and paste (change where YOU grew up if necessary.)

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Frinking coffee writing in my journal

Talking to the birds saying prayers’forstzrterd

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FOR THE WOMAN WHO MISSES HER YOUNGER SELF — HERE IS HOW THE BUDDHA’S WISDOM GENTLY BRINGS YOU BACK TO PEACE You catch your reflection in a mirror or a passing window… And for a brief moment, you don’t recognize the woman looking back. Your hand rises instinctively.You pull your skin slightly, studying your face.Continue reading

FOR THE WOMAN WHO MISSES HER YOUNGER SELF — HERE IS HOW THE BUDDHA’S WISDOM GENTLY BRINGS YOU BACK TO PEACE You catch your reflection in a mirror or a passing window… And for a brief moment, you don’t recognize the woman looking back. Your hand rises instinctively.You pull your skin slightly, studying your face.Continue reading

We are often called “the elderly,” but that quiet label hides a truth most people rarely pause to consider—we are the last living witnesses of a world that no longer exists.

Look closely at us and you might see gray hair, slower steps, or the quiet patience that time teaches. But if you truly listen to our story, you will realize something extraordinary. We are not simply older people moving through the final chapters of life. We are the survivors of a breathtaking transformation in humanContinue reading “We are often called “the elderly,” but that quiet label hides a truth most people rarely pause to consider—we are the last living witnesses of a world that no longer exists.”

WE ARE THE GENERATION THAT WON’T COME AROUND AGAIN:

The generation that walked to school — and walked home.The generation that finished homework fast just to get outside and play.The generation that spent every spare minute in the street with friends.The generation that played hide and seek until it was too dark to see.The generation that carried thick wallets stuffed with real photos.Now everythingContinue reading “WE ARE THE GENERATION THAT WON’T COME AROUND AGAIN:”

Am I superstitious?

Some days. Not all the time. Best, Jay

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