& the grandmas before those grandmas weren’t bad either. a little old lady friend of mine was telling me about her grandmother. She, my little old lady friend, when around 14 years old, was in the bar in Big Delta that her grandmother was tending. One of the bar stooled patrons did/said something to offend her grandma. Grandma grabbed him by the collar, pulled him close enough to grab his belt, hauled him up on to the bar, heaved, slid, him head first some 7-10 feet into the wall.
Hale AdamsAugust 27, 2022, 10:36 PM
Our grandmas were young women once upon a time. Mine were born just before the turn of the century. I have a hard time imagining them doing the Charleston, though. Part of it is them being grandmas. My Grandmother Dial was in her early 20s in the early 1920s, so maybe did she such things. (I have no idea — she and Grandfather Dial died before I was born.) My Grandmother Adams was too …… severe? ……. reserved? ……… buttoned-down? ….. for that. It’s not that Grandma wasn’t fun-loving — she had a mischievous side — but …….. it’s just unpossible, because she was my Grandma, I guess.
And today (8/27) is her 125th birthday. I miss her a lot.
Hale Adams
Pikesville, People’s still-mostly-Democratic Republic of Maryland
azlibertarianAugust 28, 2022, 5:13 AM
I say “To Hell!” with the past tense of all these verbs: The grandmother that I am married to is still having all the fun. We spent Friday evening in the pool doing “chicken-fights” with the grandkids on our shoulders, each of us giggling more than the other, while mom and dad, squares that they are, went out on a date. They wanted to go try some damn Indian place, because vegan or something, but it was closed (on a Friday night?), and they settled for messican. On the other hand, we had Mrs.azlib’s yummy grilled-cheese-on-sourdough and her wonderful homemade ‘mato soup.
JackAugust 28, 2022, 7:56 AM
My grandmother was born in the late 1800s so she wasn’t into all of the foregoing but she could saddle and ride a horse, shoot any firearm at hand accurately and out fish most who thought they might best her. She was full blood Irish, had a temper and a long memory but she was sensitive and loving and she and my grandfather are probably the reason I never found myself in a jail cell, somewhere along this long road. Of all of the people I have known and loved and who have gone on before, those two are at the very top of my love and hope for reunion.
The grandma’s of today, described above, were cut from an entirely different cloth and some of them hang in my memory still. And I still love watching them ‘strut they stuff’…..
My grandmother was too busy beheading chickens to learn any silly dances. She had a family to feed and doing laundry without indoor plumbing takes a lot longer, too. My mother was too busy working her fingers to the bone, taking care of her family, her elderly mother, and all the neighbors who needed any sort of help. Me? I’m a lazy fat-ass, but no hippy.
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My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
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Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
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Can’t leave it alone
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To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Truth. They will never be so freaking hip as we were.
Beyond happy MOTUS is doing better!
True that. Let us then have this written as our epitaph: “They Lived”. Yeah, we really did. Future men will envy us and lift a glass to our memory.
That free-wheeling grandma was tackled and crunched face-down into the dirt by these psychos. Maybe a bit off topic, but who cares? Here’s the nuts & dolts who shut down America and most of the world. Not a long read. Check your pulse. https://brownstone.org/articles/jared-kushner-and-the-mystery-of-the-first-us-lockdown/
Gen X:
Still mad at the hippies for using up all the fun.
I’ll confess. I took more than my share.
JWM
& the grandmas before those grandmas weren’t bad either. a little old lady friend of mine was telling me about her grandmother. She, my little old lady friend, when around 14 years old, was in the bar in Big Delta that her grandmother was tending. One of the bar stooled patrons did/said something to offend her grandma. Grandma grabbed him by the collar, pulled him close enough to grab his belt, hauled him up on to the bar, heaved, slid, him head first some 7-10 feet into the wall.
Our grandmas were young women once upon a time. Mine were born just before the turn of the century. I have a hard time imagining them doing the Charleston, though. Part of it is them being grandmas. My Grandmother Dial was in her early 20s in the early 1920s, so maybe did she such things. (I have no idea — she and Grandfather Dial died before I was born.) My Grandmother Adams was too …… severe? ……. reserved? ……… buttoned-down? ….. for that. It’s not that Grandma wasn’t fun-loving — she had a mischievous side — but …….. it’s just unpossible, because she was my Grandma, I guess.
And today (8/27) is her 125th birthday. I miss her a lot.
Hale Adams
Pikesville, People’s still-mostly-Democratic Republic of Maryland
I say “To Hell!” with the past tense of all these verbs: The grandmother that I am married to is still having all the fun. We spent Friday evening in the pool doing “chicken-fights” with the grandkids on our shoulders, each of us giggling more than the other, while mom and dad, squares that they are, went out on a date. They wanted to go try some damn Indian place, because vegan or something, but it was closed (on a Friday night?), and they settled for messican. On the other hand, we had Mrs.azlib’s yummy grilled-cheese-on-sourdough and her wonderful homemade ‘mato soup.
My grandmother was born in the late 1800s so she wasn’t into all of the foregoing but she could saddle and ride a horse, shoot any firearm at hand accurately and out fish most who thought they might best her. She was full blood Irish, had a temper and a long memory but she was sensitive and loving and she and my grandfather are probably the reason I never found myself in a jail cell, somewhere along this long road. Of all of the people I have known and loved and who have gone on before, those two are at the very top of my love and hope for reunion.
The grandma’s of today, described above, were cut from an entirely different cloth and some of them hang in my memory still. And I still love watching them ‘strut they stuff’…..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YavThhrC1ik
My grandmother was too busy beheading chickens to learn any silly dances. She had a family to feed and doing laundry without indoor plumbing takes a lot longer, too. My mother was too busy working her fingers to the bone, taking care of her family, her elderly mother, and all the neighbors who needed any sort of help. Me? I’m a lazy fat-ass, but no hippy.