Antique or colloquial terms

Historical Photo:

Jane Fonda in North Vietnam on an enemy artillery piece. This visit cost many POWs their lives. Here she visited a POW camp, the senior POW  passed her a list of men held so the families in the US could know for sure they were alive. She turned the list over the POW Commandant rather than bring it home

Happier stuff: Strange how languages morph
Yes, in my life word usage has changed. In my mother’s youth the word queer meant simply ‘odd’.  In a prayer she would quote, ‘Lord I know we art queer but…..’ In my early childhood it was an off-color word, he is queer meant homosexual.  Now in my life time that same word has become ‘gay’ and in my youth we had a ‘gay old time’ the same as the Flintstone’s.
I say too often, “Jump” in the car and we will go----.
A few days ago our friend Lisa said, “Nick ‘cranked’ her car in cold weather to warm it up for her.” I am old enough to know exactly what she meant.
Over in South Texas the sweet lady who just got a good report from her doctor (great Paula, love you girl) said awhile back that she once lived ‘catty-cornered’ from someone. You see, I knew exactly what she meant. Now to be honest I do not know how that term came about.
Rick over at ‘life 101’ just said, “He ran by a music store ….”  I knew what he meant. But my grandson raised in Utah, once actually thought we were going to ‘run’ to the grocery store.  He was also confused when riding with a niece and she said, “I’m going to ‘cut-through’ at the next alley.”
One must be careful using terms I was raised with, “We flew over here!” Usually a hint that someone drove too fast.

I am so old I remember in North Carolina, 1955 you could NOT take the test for your driver’s license in a car with 'automatic' transmission. 'Automatics' were a passing fancy, it was thought.

I had a good laugh when watching a video of Ronald Reagan at his ranch on vacation. He was out in the rough terrain using a chain saw, cutting down small trees and dragging them out of the way. He looked natural doing that. He and the head of the Secret service unit with him had left his jeep and the rest of the unit about a mile back. Most of them on horseback.

The head of Secret service radioed for the rest of the unit to come on up and bring the president's jeep.  After about fifteen minutes, plenty of time for the others to get there, he called back. 
They could not start the jeep and besides NO ONE KNEW HOW TO DRIVE A STICK SHIFT.  They brought the President a horse.

(The second picture is my dad, just in case you thought Ronald was!  LOL)
Personal history. Today, January 14th is my dad's birthday. If he had lived he would be 115 years old. He died at 69. He has actually been gone 10 years longer than I knew him. That is hard for me to fathom, he was 35 when I was born. Nite Shipslog

PS: Friend Buddy sent me some good advice and a little     sarcasm……                        

Some days you're the bug; some days you're the windshield.

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                Lareal and Hardy in their 1930 Phaeton