Monday.. There is always HOPE, wishing, and memories.

 Picture if the day.

I made an attempt to join the USMC at 16 yrs old. I used Sherry's typewriter to modify my birth certificate, I just about made it but I got kicked back. 

This is when I was grown, 17 (LOL), I made it in,  2nd from the right kneeling.

Now for today’s stuff:

I still have some memory, I can remember ‘hoping’ I had passed a test. I have said it here many times, as a 17 year old BOY on Parris Island, I hoped I would wake up and it was a bad dream. ;-)

I am hoping that soon Florida will remember it is supposed to be a beautiful, balmy state!

Recycle, I am sure our parents did this automatically. The groceries were in big paper bags, the bags were always folded and kept, for storage and garbage bags.

My mama used to call in her grocery order in to the grocery store. They delivered and placed them on the kitchen table 75 years ago, that was a long time before it became a thing around here lately.

Dad & Mon had credit at the grocery store. And paid weekly. That was very common in Mill Towns. Daddy had an account at the gas station also and paid weekly.

I was wondering when credit cards became common. Cards came with Gas companies first, Imma thinking.

I am also wondering where some of the statistics come from today. I just read on the internet that the average net worth of a 74 year old person in the USA is 1.3 million $. WHAT? If true, I have lived in the wrong section of the country or I am like Rip Van Winkle and have been asleep for the last 30-40 years. LOL

On Parris Island I learned that sissies used washing machines real men could scrub their own.  LOL

I do hope YOU are doing well and handling the tough weather.

I also hope if I reach 90 yrs of age I am still walking without a walker. Many of my friends do need assistance.

I still wish and hope I will be strong enough to even attempt a thru-hike of the AT in the next couple years. (Yeah, I do know that is a big stretch)

BUT, but there was an old gentleman who made the attempt at 87 yrs of age and hiked 600 miles before he had a problem. I’d be proud of a few hundred miles… ;-)

Nite Shipslog

PS: I think life needs hope and dreams...