"Children Of The Greatest Generation"  
(So their children & GrandChildren will understand.)  
 
Born in the 1930s and early 40s, we exist as a very special age cohort. We are the Silent Generation.  
We are the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s. We are the "last ones."  
We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, who can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.  
We are the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to shoes to stoves.  
We saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans.  
We hand mixed white stuffwith yellow stuff to make fake butter.  
We saw cars up on blocks because tires weren't available.  
We can remember milk being delivered to our house early in the morning and placed in the milk box on the porch. [A friend's mother delivered milk in a horse drawn cart.] We sometimes fed the horse, and our dog, Spot, a Fox Terrier, would greet the milkman when he made our delivery, then he would ride in Glenn's truck til ' the end of his route, when Glenn would drive by the house and let Spot off the truck just in time to greet us coming home from elementary school.  
We are the last to hear Roosevelt 's radio "fireside chat" assurances and to see gold stars in the front windows of our grieving neighbors.  
We can also remember the parades on August 15, 1945; VJ Day.  
We saw the 'boys' home from the war, build their Cape Cod style houses, pouring the cellar, tar papering it over and living there until they could afford the time and money to build it out.  
We remember trying to buy a new car after the war. The new cars were coming through with wooden bumpers.  
We are the last generation who spent childhood without television; instead we imagined what we heard on the radio.  
As we all like to brag, with no TV, we spent our childhood "playing outside until the street lights came on."  
We did play outside and we did play on our own.  
There was no little league.  
There was no city playground for kids.  
To play in the water, we turned the fire hydrants on and ran through the spray.  
The lack of television in our early years meant, for most of us, that we had little real understanding of what the world was like.  
Our Saturday afternoons, if at the movies, gave us newsreels o f the war sandwiched in between westerns and cartoons.  
Telephones were one to a house, often shared and hung on the wall.  
Computers were called calculators, they only added and were hand cranked; typewriters were driven by pounding fingers, throwing the carriage, and changing the ribbon.  
The Internet and Google were words that didn't exist.  
Newspapers and magazines were written for adults and the news was broadcast on our table radio in the evening by H.V Kaltenborne and Gabriel Heatter.  
We are the last group who had to find out for ourselves.  
As we grew up, the country was exploding with growth.  
The G.I. Bill gave returning veterans the means to get an education and spurred colleges to grow.  
VA loans fanned a housing boom.  
Pent up demand coupled with new installment payment plans put factories to work.  
New highways would bring jobs and mobility.  
The veterans joined civic clubs and became active in politics.  
In the late 40's and early 50's the country seemed to lie in the embrace of brisk but quiet order as it gave birth to its new middle class (which became known as Baby Boomers).  
The radio network expanded from 3 stations to thousands of stations.  
The telephone started to become a common method of communications and "Faxes" sent hard copy around the world.  
Our parents were suddenly free from the confines of the depression and the war and they threw themselves into exploring opportunities they had never imagined.  
We weren't neglected but we weren't today's all-consuming family focus.  
They were glad we played by ourselves 'until the street lights came on.'  
They were busy discovering the post war world.  
Most of us had no life plan, but with the unexpected virtue of ignorance and an economic rising tide we simply stepped into the world and started to find out what the world was about.  
We entered a world of overflowing plenty and opportunity; a world where we were welcomed.  
Based on our naive belief that there was more where this came from, we shaped life as we went.  
We enjoyed a luxury; we felt secure in our future. Of course, just as today, not all Americans shared in this experience.  
Depression poverty was deep rooted.  
Polio was still a crippler.  
The Korean War was a dark presage in the early 50s and by mid-decade school children were ducking under desks.  
Russia built the Iron Curtain and China became Red China .  
Eisenhower sent the first 'advisers' to Vietnam ; and years later, Johnson invented a war there.  
Castro set up camp in Cuba and Khrushchev came to power.  
We are the last generation to experience an interlude when there were no existential threats to our homeland.  
We came of age in the 40s and early 50s The war was over and the cold war, terrorism, technological upheaval, global warming, and perpetual economic insecurity had yet to haunt life with insistent unease.  
Only our generation can remember both a time of apocalyptic war and a time when our world was secure and full of bright promise and plenty. We have lived through both.  
We grew up at the best possible time, a time when the world was getting better not worse.  
We are the Silent Generation - "The Last Ones".  
More than 99.9% of us are either retired or deceased, and feel privileged to have "lived in the best of times"!  
God Bless America
 
 
 
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Three pics showing the sheer stupidity 
of some people.  Makes one wonder what they have up there for brains?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
May God bestow upon us all His Love and His Blessings. May He keep us safe.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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"Important Announcement" 
In light of the rising frequency of human - grizzly bear conflicts, the Alaska Department of Fish and Game is advising hikers, hunters, and fishermen to take extra precautions and keep alert of bears while in the field.  
They advise that outdoorsmen wear noisy little bells on their clothing so as not to startle bears that aren't expecting them.  
They also advise outdoorsmen to carry pepper spray with them in case of an encounter with a bear.  
It is also a good idea to watch out for fresh signs of bear activity. Outdoorsmen should recognize the difference between black bear and grizzly bear dung.  
Black bear dung is smaller and contains lots of berries and squirrel fur. Grizzly bear dung has little bells in it and smells like pepper."
 
 
 
 
 
Thank You, God, 
for giving us the opportunity to change our country back to what You intended it to be. We glorify Your Name for all You've done in bringing Donald Trump into office. We 'Thank You' for the way so many of Your people prayed, and You answered. Now we pray that You continue to equip him and his team to take the leadership in our nation. We pray that You block those who would cause confusion or disrupt this transition in any way. Bring us together again as "one nation under God", where your values are upheld and every person is blessed. 
In Jesus Name we pray.  
Amen
 
Time to mosey along now. See you soon. God Bless all.
   
 
 
 
Now what do you think some '???????' thought this creature below was? 
Other than eerily amusing!