It has been some time since I have posted on this blog. Time slips by so quickly, and the older you get the quicker it goes.

The past months have been filled with tasks, travel, sadness, happiness, and laughter. On the bright side I had the opportunity to visit with my son Kevin and his family. He and his wife have gifted us with two wonderful boys. I feel like they were just born and now Kevin Jr. is turning 13, and Chris will be 11 this year. Time and the future are bearing down on me faster than I would like.  I also have two beautiful granddaughters that live here in Florida and I get to see them on a daily basis. They all bring joy to my heart, a reward for my efforts to leave my mark in this world.

At my age (72) the future is not a place I will be able to experience. I have already experienced my future, so I now peruse the past. Yes, it seems that the past is where I belong. It is a comfortable place for me to visit. I think most people when we hit a certain age tend to travel back because we know we can not step over that thresh hold called the future. We, or at least I know that my future is relatively short and so the past is where I am comfortable. The most I can hope for is that I have touched someone and made a difference in their life.  I also hope that I will be remembered by the future generations of our families. However it seems to me that the younger generation views the past differently than my generation. I don’t think they hold it with as much reverence. I could be wrong about this, I hope I am.

When I think about the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, 70’s and so on, I have lived quite a life. Lived through and can bear witness to too many wars, but also witnessed the first man to travel into outer space, and the first man to walk on the moon. I have lived among some courageous men and women. I enjoyed terrific entertainers like Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis, George Burns and Gracie Allen and of course Lucy and Desi  and many others. I was a part of the original “ROCK AND ROLL,” generation!  The pace was slower then and people were more friendly. We actually lived in neighborhoods where every one knew you and your family. We lived close to our cousin’s, aunt’s and uncles. We did not have a TV until I was eight years old, there was one clock in our house and the telephone belonged to our parents. We played games like stick ball, potsy (some call it hop scotch), jump rope, box ball, stoop ball and a host of other games. We held puppet shows and made forts, we slid down dirt hills on cardboard and roller skated on skates with metal wheels. The girls had paper dolls and the boys saved baseball cards. We collected bottle caps to put in the spokes of our bicycle’s. Yes folks I do visit the past quite often. There is much to share with the younger generation and we are all willing, but the question is do they want to know about it? I don’t think they do. Time is speeding by so fast they don’t seem interested. They can look it up on their phone or I pad. The part they won’t get to see is the look in our eyes as we take you all on a wonderful trip back to the future.

14 thoughts on “THE FUTURE

    • Days gone by were much, much simpler. I picked beans a good portion of the summer from 1st grade through 10th but the swimming in the creek, and playing kick can the police man, and anti over with my brothers and sisters and just running free are great memories. The best now, like you, is seeing my children and grandchildren.

      Wonder why I stopped getting notices when you post????? I just happened to check your twitter account and saw this. Always look forward to reading your wonderful posts. XO

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  1. Tell me about it! I turned 60 this Summer and feel the sand is running through the hour glass with ever increasing speed.
    I agree – the ‘past’ is a comfortable place where time ran more slowly, people actually talked to their neighbours and kids were free to disappear on adventures for hours on end. Now it’s all ‘hurry hurry hurry’ and every stranger is a danger. So much for the labour-saving gadgets that advancing technology has afforded us – we still struggle to get everything done!
    This has got me thinking – maybe I’ll take my blog off ‘pause’ and explore this issue….
    Thank you for the prompt! 😉

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  2. Thank you Sue. When I compare my past to the present it seems like the future is wrapped in cellophane. You can not touch and feel it nor can you get to know anyone in it. Oh well there is no stopping it I wonder how much more of it I will experience. However they say “what goes around comes around.” Wouldn’t that be a kick. :o)


  3. Interesting read, Patricia. I always enjoy your stories and articles. As a young child we played games every night that didn’t cost a thing, like Kick Can the Policeman, Aunti I Over, and Blind Man’s Bluff. I just want to say that you’ve left a mark on my life. Your friendship and carrying support means more to me than you’ll ever know. XO

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  4. Yes, it is comfortable to look back and I liked the memories. But, don’t stop looking forward! I am 66 and do find myself thinking about the past, however, I am intent on the future. Making plans for things I want to do. I always wonder what will be the next big thing. There is always something new. I want to explore things I missed along the way: movies, books, music, and places. So much to do! not enough time. But, I am going to pack in as much as I can while my health allows. It makes me feel young.

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  5. Welcome Dinata, thank you for visiting.
    I have not given up yet. I do embrace all of the new technology, although I am not proficient at it without instructions at times. There is never enough time, it just seems to me to move faster at my age.
    I remember how I couldn’t wait to be eighteen and then twenty one. It seemed like it took forever. Now the years just speed by.
    I do enjoy life and I feel privileged to still be here.


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