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Simpler Times
We’ve all seen the emails that address the ‘dangerous’ things we survived if we were born before the 80’s. I read those lists and am somehow reassured that I really had a very ‘normal’ childhood. My brothers and I did play outside, every day after school and all day during the summers. My mom did not know where we were and could not see us from the porch. We drank out of the water hose in any yard in the neighborhood. We played in the creek, caught all sorts of critters in jars, organized baseball games in the front yards, played with sticks, mud, strings and the like, and rode our bikes all over town. We never had a lock for our bikes and never worried about anyone taking one. Who would have wanted the clunkers? We would come home so dirty that my mom would make us strip to our undies, and then hose us off before we were allowed in the house. We accepted food from any neighbor that would feed us; my mom also fed every kid in the neighborhood. We didn’t run out and buy ice cream, we made it. One of us would have to sit on the ice cream freezer as it was turned by hand. We never got sick or worried about germs. We slept outside in a tent that we made by draping a sheet over the clothesline. Well, who has a clothesline these days? We knew everyone for blocks. We could always find someone to play with. Doorbells rang often; doors were always open to receive company. We were never ‘bored’.
How many of your children have said they were bored this summer? We have games, TV shows, videos, toys, pools, trampolines, gyms, computers, and books galore for our children and still they say those words! Awww……for a simpler time!
It’s so interesting to see my mom, helping my brother with my
6 year old nephew, and experiencing a different person.
Isn't it wonderful when you can incorporate pleasure on a business trip? The stress and strain of pure business trips are a drag without some fun relaxing moments. My business partner and I love to enjoy work! We laugh often, which relieves the tensions of the multitude of decisions that must be made hourly as we search for those special one of a kind treasures to introduce in our store.
On our last trip, we had so much to carry on the airplane that we were totally at the mercy of the airline stewardess, oops, flight attendance. I was sweating bullets as we walked through customs. I had visions of being the one that they would want to search just because of this ‘larger than huge’ bag that I was struggling to carry through. We laughed as the tears streamed down. Sweating as only a middle-aged woman does and understands. Why don't they use air conditioning in foreign airports? I bet they enjoy seeing our beet red faces, makeup in streams running down our faces, panting with all our oversized carry-ons!
Without laughing, how could we handle all this?