Sorry ‘bout that!

 Photo of the day:

                                My daddy and Mama in 1924

For now:

 I enjoy reading blogs,  I am finally finding the ‘gumption’ (mama's word) to TRY to get back ‘IN STEP’ and even comment a little.

Today I read more about SMALL (BIG) problems of getting older.  If you had a good home life growing up it is hard to put yourself in the situation some kids found themselves in with no loving parents and being dropped into an older grandma’s lap, or the home of a stranger..

I have said it here before, once in the USMC chow hall I commented, ‘this sure isn’t my mama’s cooking’. From Down the table  came the comment, “YOU got that right, this stuff is great!”  So I learned every boy’s mama wasn’t a cook. LOL

BTW, chow hall cooking was good, it just wasn’t mama’s.  Foods I had never seen before leaving home and eating in a mess hall were: Cauliflower, broccoli, Asparagus, ‘sweet cornbread’, Brussel sprouts and a few more I am sure. LOL

I ate good growing up anyway!

 

Nite Shipslog

PS:

God has allowed us to meet some of the best folk on the planet, in person. and here on the net, thank you for being here…  I have been trying to keep up and have enjoyed your blogs and comments….  Until later……. jack