We are talking about the 'communication' companies aren't we? In my experience they are the worst!!I remember when I could call a business and speak with someone who spoke understandable English. And not have to deal with a automated answer and then have to wait 15 minutes.
Unfortunately, I also remember when Western Auto and Montgomery Wards had 30 gal. cardboard soapboxes filled with 1903's, Mausers, Mannlichers, and other surplus rifles for $29.00-$49.00 and my dad saying I couldn't spend my money on them because those were 'no good'. Remington 700 was the only rifle you should ever get...I remember being with my grandfather at the Wetern Auto when he bought a new nylon 66 for $ 49 .
The gun slayed a jillion jack rabbits.
I have the 66 and it still runs flawlessly.
Here is a recent photo.
The sagebrush has grown a couple inches since the first pic!View attachment 1216191
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Oh, how I remember---
Same dude, bout fifty years between pics. That young man at top is holding his new Christmas rifle, a Western Auto Revelation single shot tack driver. That rifle started it all for me, the seasoned dude at the bottom. jd
I remember waking up to the sound of birds chirping coming in through the wide-open bedroom windows as the sun was rising. It was Saturday and my Dad was off work. Going outside to a beautiful blue sky with a German Shepard named Heidi. Turning out our saddle horse “Lucky” to her paddock. A great big vegetable garden with corn, beans, squash, melons, tomatoes, onions...you name it. Apple trees, peach trees, pear trees. My Dad and his walk-behind David Bradley tractor, with all the attachments. A 1955 Chevy sedan that pulled a trailer and a Chevy station wagon. A new garage. Actually this was no particular Saturday, it could be one of many that at the time seemed countless, endless.
I remember the blossoming fruit trees in the springtime. I remember bees in the clover. Flower gardens. Lightning bugs in the evening in July. Fires in the fireplace in the fall and winter and all the family together in the living room. No cell phones, no video games, and the TV was for special occasions; turn it on to watch one show and then it was off until tomorrow. Board games, conversations. Snow on the ground all winter long. I remember birthdays and Christmas. Cub Scouts, Boy Scouts, Little League (Hardball! Softball was for girls). Church on Sunday.
How I would like to go back, just for a short visit. To see it all again, to hear it and feel it and smell it. Several years ago at a 40 year high school reunion I reconnected with former classmates and friends and we all keep in touch today (Facebook!). We all agree, we were very fortunate to grow up when and where we did and wouldn't change any of it.
…and all of the foregoing is what you write about when you took an afternoon nap and then can't fall asleep at 11 PM!
Through three feet of snow!I remember walking to school, uphill both ways.
A variation on the I Remember theme, I tell people I was probably 10 or 12 years old before I learned "dirtydamdemocrats" was not all one word! ( my dad again...)In my youth I remember how democrats valued freedom, god and country. They fought cold and hot wars against collectivist ideologies that had eliminated freedom for their people and god from the state. They eventually destroyed their countries via collectivist economic policy. Now the democrats have become their former enemies and are on the same path to self destruction they were.
A variation on the I Remember theme, I tell people I was probably 10 or 12 years old before I learned "dirtydamdemocrats" was not all one word! ( my dad again...)