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When I was a kid in the 50's in the summers I would be gone all day. Me and my friends would be out somewhere playing ball or some other game. I lived next to the woods and sometimes I'd spend the whole day there. Some days we'd go home for lunch, some days we wouldn't and some days we'd have lunch at the nearest house. No cell phones so no one was checking on us every few minutes. With most parents now-a-days if they loose track of their kids for a half hour they are freaking out! I was a teacher for 34 years starting in 1979 when things were much simpler than now, but I could see things going to hell over time - now things are beyond ridiculous! When we were kids we were allowed to make mistakes and do stupid things - I think we were better for it!
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My formative years were much less idyllic. I would have to say the best days of my life were those early years when my wife and i bought and settled our first house and my kids were little. We were so hopeful and optimistic and my kids were all very happy. There is some sadness now that our youngest just moved out. He's in Marine Corps boot camp at Parris Island right now. My wife and I are eagerly awaiting grand kids. All in all, I've had a pretty good life.
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On Judith Viorst’s Nearing Ninety:
"The newest illustrated poetry collection in beloved author Judith Viorst’s “decade” series (from It’s Hard to Be Hip Over Thirty to Unexpectedly Eighty), exploring, with her signature savvy and humor, what it means to be an impending nonagenarian.
In Nearing Ninety, bestselling author Judith Viorst candidly shares the complicated joys and everyday tribulations that await us at the age of ninety, all with a large dose of humor and an understanding that nothing—well, almost nothing—in life should be taken too seriously. While she struggles to make it to midnight on New Year's Eve, while she’s starting to hear more eulogies than symphonies, while she’ll forever be disheartened by what she weighs (and forever unable to stop weighing herself), there is plenty to cherish at ninety: hanging out with the people she loves. Playing a relentless game of Scrabble. And still sleeping tush-to-tush with the same man to whom she’s been married for sixty years.
Accompanied by Laura Gibson’s whimsical illustrations, Nearing Ninety’s amusing and touching reflections make this collection relatable to readers of all ages. With the wisdom and spunk of someone who’s seen it all, Viorst gently reminds us that everybody gets old, and that the best medicine at any age is laughter."
Well, perhaps she should remind us that not everybody gets old, BTAT (But That's Another Thread).
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My Dad collected social security and his pension for 36 1/2 years..they must have been relieved to see him go. He was not one to break his back...some people wear out much earlier. (he was 98 1/2 to the day ..wanted to make a 100 )
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My grandfather would always say, " Don't worry about old age, It does not last very long "
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I would have to say now. Although I have many fond memories with friends as a teenager in the late 60's and early 70's I am really enjoying my retirement (2 years ago) and feel very lucky to be relatively healthy.
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I think some of my best days as a kid were just after the WW2, living in London. I was5 when the war ended and my mum and I moved back to London from being evacuated and being with all my new old friends. There were so many bomb sites to play in and every street had a small gang of kids so we took over the old bomb shelters to use as a gang headquarters. We use to raid the kids in the next street and try and take over the finds from the bomb sites, such as old shell casings and shrapnel. We played havoc with the milkman who delivered the milk with his horse cart, with stealing bottles of milk to drink the cream off of the tops of the bottles and stringing a rope across the street and when the horse cart came along we would pull the rope tight so that it frightened the horse and driver and then running like hell to get away from the driver. We were pretty bad but we all survived and hopefully became good citizens.
Very good memories of times past.
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1962 - 1969 were my best years.
• In June, 1962, I was in a plane crash in the mountains of Southwestern New Mexico. No one should have survived, but both the pilot and I did.
• In October, 1962 I joined the U.S. Navy. Just going to boot camp was a thrill because I got my first ride in an airliner, a Lockheed Electra II. My plan was to become a Navy journalist, but the Navy thought otherwise and trained me as a hospital corpsman. My first duty station was the naval hospital in Yokosuka, Japan, where my first job was assisting in the delivery room and caring for newborns. My flight to Japan took a memorable 26 hours in a now-classic airliner, a Military Air Transport Service Lockheed C-121 Constellation.
• After two years in Japan, during which time the U.S. turned the Vietnam burner on "High," I was transferred to the U.S. Marine Corps for training as a combat medic. During my training with the Marines, I reached one goal on my "bucket list" (a term which didn't exist in the 1960s): crossing an ocean (the Pacific, in this case) on a ship. During my training, I started corresponding with my best friend's little sister, Susan. It was soon obvious that we might well become seriously involved when I got out of the Navy.
• In March, 1966, on my 37th day in Vietnam, my right thigh was shattered in an ambush by Main Force Viet Cong and North Vietnamese and evacuated to San Diego where I was hospitalized for almost a year.
• Susan and I married on Dec. 27, 1966, and I started pre-journalism classes at the University of Missouri.
• I graduated from the University of Missouri School of Journalism class in August, 1969. We emigrated immediately to Ottawa, Ontario, where I'd been offered a writing job with the Canadian Wildlife Federation (wildlife conservation and ecology have been interests of mine since my first year of college.)
• It's been downhill ever since! 
It's hardly surprising that you might not think of my experiences between 1962 and 1969 as "best days," but they were. My fitness improved markedly in boot camp, and I gained a new sense of self-confidence. My dreams of interesting travel experiences were realized. I made good friends and enjoyed the company of several attractive girls both in the U.S. and Japan. I learned a great deal of medicine — my hospital corps training combined many of the skills and supplied much of the knowledge needed by doctors, nurses, and paramedics.
Of course, it was a bummer being badly injured in the plane crash (but it was an exciting incident!), and I didn't think much of Vietnam, especially after a Vietnamese soldier damn near killed me, but I learned a lot about the real nature of the world, most of which belied much of what I'd been taught about the American government and American history. I am not pleased that I am burdened by combat-related PTSD and a host of medical problems related to both the plane crash and being shot, but, well, nobody gets off scott-free in this life. And, of course, I found the love of my life: Susan and I have now been contentedly together for nearly 53 years.
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Bob, pleased to meet you ! I suppose i should include July 1965 as a highlight when i met my wife Jopie in romantic Cape Cod Mass. One of my buddies at the "Y" Charlie Higgins was with the Marines in Viet Nam...he was wounded and really got a tour of the Pacific on a hospital ship. Philippines ,Hong Kong,New Zealand and gained back 30 pounds eating 6 meals a day...3 with the Navy and 3 with the Marines.
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Interesting era Bob!
The funny thing about life is that you don't realize they are the best days of your life when you are living them! Only in retrospect. I remember old people telling me I was in the best times of my life when I was young, and thinking "yea, yea!"
Here's a photo of one of the best days of my life. It's the day when my stars were all in alignment. I had just started the best job I ever had, that relocated me to Pennsylvania. We bought a killer house with a pool, and a red Jaguar. On this day we had a dual celebration. My younger daughter's college graduation, which marked the end of putting two kids through college, and a house warming celebration where we invited all our friends and relatives.
And that's me and my buddy Ted out for a ride in the pool. He loved being on the raft!
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Sounds like you are indeed among the most fortunate of men..the only thing i would pray for is to have the strength and energy i had at 75 to lift and tote and do around my place.
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I sure did no think so at the time...but looking back i think the ages 13 to 17 growing up in 1950s SMAll town America were the best. Riding my bike 6 or 7 miles to meet up with my buddies at a wide spot in a creek to swim,learning about lifes rules shifted from our parents to our peers. My high school class was my gang...pretty much our whole world. And then graduation day and everyone went their separate ways.
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When I was a kid in the 50's in the summers I would be gone all day. Me and my friends would be out somewhere playing ball or some other game. I lived next to the woods and sometimes I'd spend the whole day there. Some days we'd go home for lunch, some days we wouldn't and some days we'd have lunch at the nearest house. No cell phones so no one was checking on us every few minutes. With most parents now-a-days if they loose track of their kids for a half hour they are freaking out! I was a teacher for 34 years starting in 1979 when things were much simpler than now, but I could see things going to hell over time - now things are beyond ridiculous! When we were kids we were allowed to make mistakes and do stupid things - I think we were better for it!
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My formative years were much less idyllic. I would have to say the best days of my life were those early years when my wife and i bought and settled our first house and my kids were little. We were so hopeful and optimistic and my kids were all very happy. There is some sadness now that our youngest just moved out. He's in Marine Corps boot camp at Parris Island right now. My wife and I are eagerly awaiting grand kids. All in all, I've had a pretty good life.
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On Judith Viorst’s Nearing Ninety:
"The newest illustrated poetry collection in beloved author Judith Viorst’s “decade” series (from It’s Hard to Be Hip Over Thirty to Unexpectedly Eighty), exploring, with her signature savvy and humor, what it means to be an impending nonagenarian.
In Nearing Ninety, bestselling author Judith Viorst candidly shares the complicated joys and everyday tribulations that await us at the age of ninety, all with a large dose of humor and an understanding that nothing—well, almost nothing—in life should be taken too seriously. While she struggles to make it to midnight on New Year's Eve, while she’s starting to hear more eulogies than symphonies, while she’ll forever be disheartened by what she weighs (and forever unable to stop weighing herself), there is plenty to cherish at ninety: hanging out with the people she loves. Playing a relentless game of Scrabble. And still sleeping tush-to-tush with the same man to whom she’s been married for sixty years.
Accompanied by Laura Gibson’s whimsical illustrations, Nearing Ninety’s amusing and touching reflections make this collection relatable to readers of all ages. With the wisdom and spunk of someone who’s seen it all, Viorst gently reminds us that everybody gets old, and that the best medicine at any age is laughter."
Well, perhaps she should remind us that not everybody gets old, BTAT (But That's Another Thread).
Cheers,
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My Dad collected social security and his pension for 36 1/2 years..they must have been relieved to see him go. He was not one to break his back...some people wear out much earlier. (he was 98 1/2 to the day ..wanted to make a 100 )
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My grandfather would always say, " Don't worry about old age, It does not last very long "
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I would have to say now. Although I have many fond memories with friends as a teenager in the late 60's and early 70's I am really enjoying my retirement (2 years ago) and feel very lucky to be relatively healthy.
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I think some of my best days as a kid were just after the WW2, living in London. I was5 when the war ended and my mum and I moved back to London from being evacuated and being with all my new old friends. There were so many bomb sites to play in and every street had a small gang of kids so we took over the old bomb shelters to use as a gang headquarters. We use to raid the kids in the next street and try and take over the finds from the bomb sites, such as old shell casings and shrapnel. We played havoc with the milkman who delivered the milk with his horse cart, with stealing bottles of milk to drink the cream off of the tops of the bottles and stringing a rope across the street and when the horse cart came along we would pull the rope tight so that it frightened the horse and driver and then running like hell to get away from the driver. We were pretty bad but we all survived and hopefully became good citizens.
Very good memories of times past.
Cheers, John
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1962 - 1969 were my best years.
• In June, 1962, I was in a plane crash in the mountains of Southwestern New Mexico. No one should have survived, but both the pilot and I did.
• In October, 1962 I joined the U.S. Navy. Just going to boot camp was a thrill because I got my first ride in an airliner, a Lockheed Electra II. My plan was to become a Navy journalist, but the Navy thought otherwise and trained me as a hospital corpsman. My first duty station was the naval hospital in Yokosuka, Japan, where my first job was assisting in the delivery room and caring for newborns. My flight to Japan took a memorable 26 hours in a now-classic airliner, a Military Air Transport Service Lockheed C-121 Constellation.
• After two years in Japan, during which time the U.S. turned the Vietnam burner on "High," I was transferred to the U.S. Marine Corps for training as a combat medic. During my training with the Marines, I reached one goal on my "bucket list" (a term which didn't exist in the 1960s): crossing an ocean (the Pacific, in this case) on a ship. During my training, I started corresponding with my best friend's little sister, Susan. It was soon obvious that we might well become seriously involved when I got out of the Navy.
• In March, 1966, on my 37th day in Vietnam, my right thigh was shattered in an ambush by Main Force Viet Cong and North Vietnamese and evacuated to San Diego where I was hospitalized for almost a year.
• Susan and I married on Dec. 27, 1966, and I started pre-journalism classes at the University of Missouri.
• I graduated from the University of Missouri School of Journalism class in August, 1969. We emigrated immediately to Ottawa, Ontario, where I'd been offered a writing job with the Canadian Wildlife Federation (wildlife conservation and ecology have been interests of mine since my first year of college.)
• It's been downhill ever since!
It's hardly surprising that you might not think of my experiences between 1962 and 1969 as "best days," but they were. My fitness improved markedly in boot camp, and I gained a new sense of self-confidence. My dreams of interesting travel experiences were realized. I made good friends and enjoyed the company of several attractive girls both in the U.S. and Japan. I learned a great deal of medicine — my hospital corps training combined many of the skills and supplied much of the knowledge needed by doctors, nurses, and paramedics.
Of course, it was a bummer being badly injured in the plane crash (but it was an exciting incident!), and I didn't think much of Vietnam, especially after a Vietnamese soldier damn near killed me, but I learned a lot about the real nature of the world, most of which belied much of what I'd been taught about the American government and American history. I am not pleased that I am burdened by combat-related PTSD and a host of medical problems related to both the plane crash and being shot, but, well, nobody gets off scott-free in this life. And, of course, I found the love of my life: Susan and I have now been contentedly together for nearly 53 years.
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Bob, pleased to meet you ! I suppose i should include July 1965 as a highlight when i met my wife Jopie in romantic Cape Cod Mass. One of my buddies at the "Y" Charlie Higgins was with the Marines in Viet Nam...he was wounded and really got a tour of the Pacific on a hospital ship. Philippines ,Hong Kong,New Zealand and gained back 30 pounds eating 6 meals a day...3 with the Navy and 3 with the Marines.
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Interesting era Bob!
The funny thing about life is that you don't realize they are the best days of your life when you are living them! Only in retrospect. I remember old people telling me I was in the best times of my life when I was young, and thinking "yea, yea!"
Here's a photo of one of the best days of my life. It's the day when my stars were all in alignment. I had just started the best job I ever had, that relocated me to Pennsylvania. We bought a killer house with a pool, and a red Jaguar. On this day we had a dual celebration. My younger daughter's college graduation, which marked the end of putting two kids through college, and a house warming celebration where we invited all our friends and relatives.
And that's me and my buddy Ted out for a ride in the pool. He loved being on the raft!
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Sounds like you are indeed among the most fortunate of men..the only thing i would pray for is to have the strength and energy i had at 75 to lift and tote and do around my place.
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