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Now for today’s stuff:
I grew up in a home with parents who were raised as Georgia farmers. My food was great but simple: potatoes (Irish & sweet), corn, cabbage, green beans, butter beans, tomatoes, apples and pears.
I then left home and was shocked by STRICT dedicated Drill Instructors. But there were small things, food was one thing, much of it foreign to me.
There were those little bitty baby cabbages, I never saw a head of cabbage that little in any of mamas gardens. Yep I ate things that my mates had to tell me what I was eating, such as: Brussels sprouts, Broccoli and asparagus.
I dated Margaret for awhile. She introduced me to olives. I liked ‘em. So I grabbed some from the bar, I about broke my teeth, I had no idea they had SEEDS how was I to know they had replaced the seeds with that red stuff for Margaret.
And I sure didn’t know anyone cooked with olive oil. I thought that was only for anointing Jews and Christians then praying for them.
I was just about old enough to vote, when my education in life began. Now that I am getting real smart it is about time to sign off from life. Now my clothes are old enough to vote before I realize Florsheim Shoes are not cool. I have a pair about 50 years old. I paid $35 for ‘em. I gotta find a cobbler and get them half soled.
Torn dungarees are about out of style before I realized those girls weren’t poor and in need of new clothes, they were cool.
Okay, too much, too scattered, but that is my mind. My snack is getting old enough to vote! LOL
Nite Shipslog
PS: If you are still reading, thanks for stopping by..
I never will understand the torn blue jeans look...It just makes NO sense to me at all! I know I'm old fashioned, and it's a good thing I only had boys and no girls. She would not have been allowed to be as 'stylish' as these girls today think they are being. So I am sure I would've been considered old fashioned and mean. My mother was that way too. She had strict rules about clothes, make up and boys/dating. At the time I didn't appreciate it or her, but after a while I was sure thankful she taught me to be a "lady". It paid off when I became a pastor's wife. She also taught me to eat Brussel's sprouts and asparagus and broccoli. But we had the other stuff too. I'm thankful we were told to clean our plates and to think of the poor starving children in China and India. (although under my breath I might have been heard to say, "well, let's just send it to them, then!" Good thing I didn't say it loud enough to be heard...we all know what would've happened then!) Yes, I do have clothes in my closet that are old enough to vote, and then some! LOl. If you keep them long enough, they will come back in style.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your post. I don't like olives, however, pitted or otherwise. LOL.
I love brussels sprouts and asparagus! They are a delicious vegetable.. How strange they must have looked to you first time seeing them. Not your usual veggie !Olivee oil is now considered very healthy for us too. We us ir regularly here but it wasn't used at all for cooking back in my younger days. It's amazing what we discover as we get older.
ReplyDeleteI don't buy ripped and worn out jeans, I just wear mine until they get that way. :)
ReplyDeleteMy jeans are torn too; and so is my jacket. I am a sex symbol for the woman who does not care.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
What a catchy title, Jack .... even make a great book (title)! You've prompted several "first" memories that make me smile. Perhaps I'll blog about that some day.
ReplyDeleteMeanwhile, I'm with you regarding the torn jeans look. Oh, that they'd go the way of the Nehru jacket.
Very cute - you sure did change your eating habits. I like brussels sprouts and I love kale. Those blues jeans not so much. Olive oil is good for you - I try to use it and once in a while I will have a tsp. of it!
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