Coffee Time

My days of learning new things never seem to amaze me and now there is an official time when it is best to have a good’ol cup of coffee. Ok, this is right in the middle of the morning at 10:30 or there about; I can’t remember the exact time that was written. But anyways, it’s supposed to be good for you.

I wonder here to myself how can I still be alive after drinking coffee at all sorts of hours of the day….. A question that I just can’t seem to answer.. My heart is starting to beat a bit faster .. OH, maybe I have had toooo much coffee this morning!!

I ask now.. Can I have a cup of coffee when I get up in the morning or do I have to wait until the official “have a cup of coffee time”??? These modern times when you have to do everything at a certain time are getting to be too much for me and I bet for some of you out there too!

When I think back to when I was a kid; my mom seemed to have the percolator on 24 hours a day… Remember the percolator???

Either the stove top model or the electric version. I remember the Stove top sort where you have to keep an eye on the percolator, because once it started to perk you had to be careful that it didn’t boil over or else the coffee was ruined and there were coffee grounds in the coffee and all over the stove top too. Boy, did my mom get upset when the coffee boiled over because she didn’t get to the stove fast enough to remove the coffee pot from the element.. She always seemed as if the world would end when the coffee boiled over!

But then times changed and my dad bought her an electric percolator (white porcelain with blue flowers) A must have for every household back then!! I remember that percolator distinctly… That was the percolators of percolators, and I am sure some of your parents had that model too.

According to my mom that was the best coffee ever. I can’t say because my mom’s motto was “Kids don’t drink coffee because it will stunt your growth”( I never understood that sentence, but back then you never argued about what your parents said.); so I never got to taste that great percolator coffee, but I can remember it did smell good: Actually better then the smell of brewing coffee in a coffee machine. Oh the fond memories of coffee

Now there is thousands of ways to make coffee and now there are times to drink coffee; gosh let’s bring back the good’ol percolator and be able to drink a good cup of coffee when we want!

Enjoy your cup of coffee!

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Autumn Leaves

Looking out the window at all those wonderful colored leaves on the trees and seeing them slowly swaying in the wind and then just letting themselves go from the tree and sailing through the air to land softly on the ground… oh those lovely leaves of fall as you send us your greetings to tell us that colder weather is on its way.

There the trees stand no more birds in their nests just a lonely tree bare of its leaves stands there so proudly waiting for some bird to land on its branch and say hello. Not many people put real thought anymore into what happens with the change of season or notices that how lovely the trees are with their leaves a glow in the lovely colors of fall.

As a kid I remember every fall my dad hopped into the car with my mom and me and we drove off for the day just to look at the wonderful colors of the leaves on the trees… oh they were so lovely and bright, or at least they seem so in my memories. The tall majestic trees that were in the countryside and you could drive for miles just looking at all the colors that were abound and sometimes not see another car or person for hours. Those were the wonderful days of fall!

I have great memories of fall and of raking those dreaded leaves too. I always thought as a kid those leaves fell from the tree just to make me work!

My parents would say to me “Now, go outside and rake some of those leaves into piles”. That was a sentence that I hated to hear… those piles of leaves were bigger then me… We had thousands of leaves and they were only there on the ground for me to rake into piles….and then a gust of wind would come along and blow my wonderful piles of leaves away only to hear my dad say.. “Well, you have to start again”. I think the leaves on the ground were invented as a way to keep small kids out of the house so the parents could have their peace and quiet!!!

I hated those leaves and it seemed that the trees had an endless supply of leaves, because there were always leaves to be found in the yard no matter how good I raked!! I personally thought back then that the trees had gotten together in a conspiracy to shed all their leaves in our yard so I would have to rake them into piles.

Oh the fall leaves and their colors and wonderful memories they have left me with of raking them into piles… Enjoy the wonderful colored leaves that the trees are sharing with us!

Perfect times – are they lost?

Perfect times seem to be a thing of the past. I got thinking-I can still do that; an amazing fact!!! About how it was when I was I kid. Life seemed sooooo perfect and the books we read or the TV shows we watched were full of happy people and there was never violence. Those were happy times!!!

What sparked this off was an old TV show that I saw on TV the other day; depicting the happy family. You may remember – Mom stayed home and cooked and was always perfectly groomed and smiling no matter what happened – Are mom’s like that today???
The kids were clean and happy and never complained. Dad was happy too and came home in the evening with a smile on his face as if he just had the best day in his life…. Maybe he did and we just don’t know what he was up too??? I don’t want to ruin the perfectness here… so the dad had a great day at work and is plain old happy!!!

Then there was the great book with Dick & Jane and their dog Spot – that book taught me to read and everyone depicted in the book was happy even the mom & dad. Happiness never seemed to stop. It was everywhere you turned and I was happy too, and didn’t know any better. Life was full of happiness.

I can’t remember as a kid my parents even arguing…. They were happy too, ok- they got upset with me once in a while or our dog but those were only trivial setbacks as I see it now. But back then that meant the end of the world, if I got in trouble!!!

Somehow through the years people stopped being so happy on TV and the people around me don’t seem as happy as they were years ago either. What has happened to being happy?????? Or has the world changed soooo much that people have forgotten what it is like to be happy.

Sometimes I wish for those carefree and happy days of the past again, because people seemed more relaxed and not always in a hurry or worrying about the latest up-date on their social network or some other device that distracts us, so that we have no time to relax and enjoy life.

It would be great to see more content & happy people around – and not in the superficial sense either. Will those sort of days ever come back or are they lost forever??????????

Billboards are Fading

I read that some city wants to get rid of all its billboards and large signs. I ask that city how can they do that? What is happening to the good’ol things in life and why does everything have to be gotten rid of?

When I sit here and think back to my younger days – oh those wonderful times of yesteryear with the billboards along the side of the road! I feel old now – Help me!!!

Those great billboards that lined the road with some nifty saying or telling you that at the next exit you only have to drive 5 miles and there will be some exciting adventure for the whole family.

Or there was one where I lived with a giant ice-cream cone and as a kid I always dreamed that one day I would get an ice-cream cone that size but somehow my dream never came true and the sign was torn down when I was about 10 years old.

Or there was the happy family driving along without a care in the world in a car waving to all those who passed by. Those were great times.

There were giant burgers or soft drinks that would make your mouth water and as a kid I would beg my parents to take me there only to hear my dad say it was too far away; maybe some other time. My dad must have said that sentence a trillion times every time I saw a billboard with food on it; I wanted to go there and have something to eat.

There were the billboards for tourist attractions too which were really great; promising you the world and wild animals that would eat you alive if you weren’t careful.

Or there was the man-eating creature waiting to devour you when you stopped there. And of course my dad would never stop at such great places because as he put it “That’s a load of hog wash!”

Those words brought tears to my eyes because I wanted to see a real man-eating animal and what did I get just a glimpse of the place as we drove by.

Though one year my dad decided to drive to Florida for Christmas and so we made our way from upstate New York to Florida and that was a trip that left lasting memories in my brain and my dad was the best dad in the world that year and he still is!!!

As we crossed the border into the southern states that’s where the signs began to tell me there were great thing in store if I just keep reading. The first sign was only 200 mile to (whatever the name of the place was) and it went like that every couple of mile so there was a building up of excitement in the car because I knew that was a place to stop at and after my dad driving for hours and listening to me begging from the back seat when will be there and my mom sitting there patently listening to me too. Then the moment came and my dad pulled off the highway to the place with the giant sombrero! I was ecstatic just to see that hat that had been on all the billboards since entering the southern states.

Then we parked and got out and my dad gave me .50 cents so I could get myself a souvenir. That was life and I knew that they would have something there for me! I ran into the store only to see that it was full of tee-shirts and plastic alligators and some sombreros and post cards. Nothing was there that was as exciting as the bill boards. I wanted excitement and looked and looked only to be disappointed and walked back out to the car with my mom and my .50 cents still in my hand.

After we got back onto the highway again my spirits were lifted by the bigger than life signs for pecan pie. I had never seen such huge pies before and they looked really good too along with the happy people who were eating the pies. My dad said we would stop for some of that great looking pecan pie, which we did but I didn’t like the pie so I had to settle for a wonderful chocolate ice-cream sundae.

Those billboards were great!

Then the moment came with the giant orange welcoming you too Florida and there in that state were billboards with giant fish and alligators on them or monkeys and other exotic creatures that I had never seen before.
Those billboards really showed me what life was about and all the great things that life had to offer. I couldn’t sleep in the car because I was so excited that I would miss out on some great picture on a billboard. What pictures they were indeed!!

To all those people who will decide about billboards: Please, don’t get rid of all those great things because that was and makes life so memorable!

Childhood memories

Now that spring is here and the sun is shining I got to thinking about those wonderful spring days of my childhood. We spent hours outside and our parents never worried about us and we were free to do whatever we wanted to do. Those were the days!!

Every spring myself and 4 other kids would meet-up to walk to the pond to catch pollywogs ( I hope that I spelt the word correctly.?) in our pails. I was the supplier of the pails because somehow my dad always seemed to have an endless supply of ½ gallon pails for us and we were always grateful for that. We would walk about a mile and ½ to the pond and take our socks & shoes off and wade into the ice cold water and at the same time our feet would turn blue from the cold. But we never got sick from that cold water; we were tough kids back then immune to everything!

After catching our pollywogs we would then count them to see who had the most. I always had the feeling that I was counting the same ones but I was never really sure. Then we would march back home with our pails to show our parents the wonders of nature in our pails. It was always exciting because you had to maneuver your way through the woods and not drop your pail or else that was the end of your pollywogs and they then went to pollywog heaven.

My parents wouldn’t let me keep my pollywogs because my mom thought that was cruel. I never understood her because in the pond there were millions of those things and that’s no joke either! But when my mom said bring your pollywogs back to the pond I normally went over to a friend’s house that had an inflatable swimming pool and we would dump them all in there and feed them daily and watch their progress and see how they grew their legs and turned into frogs.

That was real action not any computer games, TV or such. We learned about nature first hand and spent many wonderful hours outside doing such great things.

Though I do have one memory from my pollywog days that got us in real trouble. We normally took the dog with us that belonged to an elderly lady who live near us. I think the dog was a bit of a handful for her because he was a boxer and loved to run around with us until that afternoon.
Like always we picked Brutus up on our daily hike to the pond to check out what was happening to the pollywogs.

Normally we weren’t afraid of anything except skunks!!!

We were always told to steer clear of them but on that day we were too busy with our pollywogs to watch what Brutus was doing and while we were wading in the water we heard Brutus let out a sort of cry and thought quick we have to see what happened to him and you guessed it right -> the skunk sprayed Brutus and boy did he stink!!!!!!

We thought we could wash him in the pond but that didn’t work and so we went to one of my friend’s house and sprayed Brutus with room air freshener thinking that would do the trick and you know how kids are we somehow forgot about Brutus stinking and brought him back home and said we would visit him tomorrow.

About an hour later my mom got a phone call from Brutus’s owner saying that Brutus stunk like a skunk and did I know anything about it? I couldn’t lie and said yes but pretended that I really wasn’t sure what a skunk was. Bad move on my part because that was the end of my pollywog’s that spring and we all were grounded for a week. But that didn’t stop us from doing the same thing next year -> looking for pollywogs.

We did that for years until somehow we all grew out of that and our interests changed and that was the end of the pollywogs.

The Death of the Encyclopedia

A sad day has now come to our lives as I read yesterday. A company in England that has been printing encyclopedias for hundreds of years will stop printing them. Those wonderful works of art; that we will no longer be able to hold in our hands and enjoy its trove of information is coming to an end. This is heart breaking news and if I had enough money I would buy the company and keep printing those wonderful books.

I remember those wonderful books from my childhood. They supplied me with all the answers to my questions and filled my brain with ideas and the longing to learn more. My parents even up-dated our encyclopedias yearly, so that we had the most up-to-date information. And by doing that we weren’t be behind the times.

Those books helped me with many an essay for high school or my science project and accompanied me through college giving me the wisdom so I could graduate. I remember holding those treasured books in my hand with their leather-bound covers that smelt so nice and the richly illustrated pages explaining to me everything that I wanted to know and more.

Those lovely books stood proudly in the bookshelf at our house there on display in alphabetical order so whoever came by could see that we were readers and had an interest in things. And if I asked my parents a question they couldn’t answer they always said “Look in the encyclopedia and there you will find the answer.” And I did that and was always satisfied with what I found. Plus sometimes I found out even more and this quest for knowledge could be satisfied with those great books.

Now-a-days I only have abridged editions but I own them and I have a couple of others in other languages too, because you don’t find that sort of information anymore.

Things are getting lost in the era of the internet and if you aren’t connected to the internet you seem to be left behind. I ask myself “If you don’t have internet access; how do you get information about certain things?” If there are no encyclopedias anymore in the book form then what do you do? Or is society becoming a mass of people with stagnating brains who have no quest for knowledge?

Hold on to your beloved encyclopedias with it treasure trove of information and you may still even be able to use them to answer your question about something and it still looks good on the book shelf too!

Time & Memories – 2

As I am feeling a bit in the mood to reminisce about the times in my childhood; I was also then reminded of the new colored Television set. Now that was a moving experience for many I am sure.

We had a small black and white TV which sat on a table in our living room and on another table there was the record player. a gigantic thing but it was called portable. What was portable about it I really couldn’t tell you. My parents loved their records and would listen to them for hours and if I was lucky I could listen too one of mine for 30 minutes at the most. That seemed unfair to me but I had no other choice until the day came when my parents proudly announced that we were getting a new TV and record player all in one.

Remember the kind where you could lift the top up and see the record player and on the other side was the TV set ( the home entertainment system of yesteryear)Though I know it had another name but what it was I cannot remember .

Again my mom made a fuss about this too. Though the good thing was, was that I was getting the portable record player for my bedroom( the thing took-up a lot of space in my small room, but I had a record player for adults and could now play my collection of 5-45’s and 2 LP’s. I was in heaven and so were my friends too because we could listen to our records for hours and have time to dream. Wow – that was life!

The new “colored TV” was delivered while I was at school and so when I got home that day my mom was already enjoying the new TV & record player console. I was beside myself when I saw it.

Just imagine solid wood ( not plastic like now -a- days)and it must of weighed about a ton and a nuclear explosion wouldn’t have even put a dent it because that was a solid piece of furniture that was built to last forever.

The parts were not all plastic either. A real glass TV screen which had to warm-up a bit before you got a good picture and there was a knob that you could turn to change the channel or a knob for the volume.(remember those were the times before remote controls)And guess who was in charge of getting-up to change the channel or volume when I was watching TV with my parents? You guessed right – me!

I was not allowed to turn the TV on when my parents weren’t there or else- that would be like committing a major crime, because you never know what could happen. (That was my mom’s motto) Plus I didn’t stand a chance to watch TV when they weren’t around because the whole TV and wood casing would retain the warmth and you got it – bingo caught watching TV even when I had turned it off 5 minutes before they came into the house. Believe me that was no fun – 1 week no TV as punishment for sneaking a chance to watch TV when they weren’t around.
Hey that’s life and it was worth every minute to be alone in the living room and to watch color TV!

Though this entertainment system took on a dimension of it’s own in the eyes of my parents and it (TV & record player)had to be welcomed into the world, so that meant a cocktail party and have friends over and take time to look at our new addition.
All my parents friends showed up and the men looked at the technical aspects of such a device while the women at the same time discussed the decorative aspects of this and at the same time listening to records being played on the wonderful record player. Everyone was happy and had time to enjoy life though my happiness that evening was ended abruptly when I had to go to bed because I wasn’t allowed to stay up so late.

That TV & record player supplied us with many hours & years of happiness giving us time to be together and share the company of one another.

Enjoy the company of each other this gives you a fond memory that will be cherished for sometime.