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| One long-hair from the 60's did a little dozing during the sermon. |
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| Rev Baker gave his first sermon for the season. We got a choir together, though few in number. |
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| Nephew Steven Miles with his platoon in fghanistan |
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| Saturday we drove to the west edge of Pharr, TX to eat at "On the Grill" - it was a scouting run to see the restaurant where Phyllis is taking a group of women in January. |
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| Saturday evening we played Cribbage with Darlene Winslow |
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| Saturday evening we played Cribbage with Darlene Winslow |
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Proud to see how successful Keith and Becky are at raising their girls!
Have been sending out e-mail Christmas letters to all friends and relatives who are on the net.
Phyllis has a "cookie exchange" with quite a group of ladies today at the Rec Hall. They all bring cookies, eat some and then take back a collection of each others cookies. LaRhoda is working on getting Christmas Eve program together for a week from tonight. I am going over the reading I am to perform.
GROANERS CORNER:(( A Few Old Words and Phrases from our Past::
Mergatroyd!... Do you remember that word? Would you believe the email spell checker did not recognize the word Mergatroyd?
Heavens to Mergatroyd! The other day a not so elderly lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy and he looked at her quizzically and said "What the heck is a Jalopy?" She knew she was old but not that old.
Back in the olden days we had a lot of 'moxie.' We'd put on our best 'bib and tucker' to' straighten up and fly right'. Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley! We were 'in like Flynn' and 'living the life of Riley'', and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!
Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell?
Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys, spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers...AND DON'T FORGET.... Saddle Stitched Pants.
Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn't anymore. We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, Well, I'll be 'a monkey's uncle!' Or, This is a 'fine kettle of fish' we suddenly realize everything is Hunky Dory.
We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.
Poof, go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind. We blink, and they’ve vanished.
Where have all those great phrases gone?
Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It's your nickel. Don't forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty. I'll see you in the funny papers. Don't take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses.
It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff! ("Carter's Little Liver Pills" are gone too!) We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a
toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It's one of the greatest advantages of aging.
Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth...See ya later, alligator!
Okidoki….After awhile Crocodile……………..
Till next time, Lynn
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