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Why didn’t we recycle in our day?



Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older
woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags
weren’t good for the environment.

The woman apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this green thing
back in my earlier days.”

The young clerk responded, “That’s our problem today.
Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future
generations.”

She was right — our generation didn’t have the green thing in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to
the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and
sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and
over. So they really were recycled.

But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we
reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags,
was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks.
This was to ensure that public property, (the books
provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our
scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown
paper bags.

But too bad we didn’t do the green thing back then.

We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every
store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t
climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two
blocks.

But she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the
throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling
machine burning up 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry
our clothes back in our early days.
Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters,
not always brand-new clothing.

But that young lady is right; we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every
room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief
(remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana . In
the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have
electric machines to do everything for us.
When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail,
we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it,
not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then,
we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn.
We used a push mower that ran on human power.
We exercised by working so we didn’t need to
go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she’s right; we didn’t have the green thing back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup
or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled
writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the
razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just
because the blade got dull.

But we didn’t have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their
bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour
taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire
bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a
computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites
23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.

But isn’t it sad that the current generation laments how wasteful we old
folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then?

Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a
lesson in conservation from aknow-it-all young person…

We don’t like being old in the first place,
so it doesn’t take much to piss us off.

This was sent to me by a dear ‘old’ friend (smile)

Star

The aging process


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This is what I look like. I turned 60 last October. When I look in the mirror, I see my mother looking back at me and I’m not sure I like that. I’m not saying my mother wasn’t nice looking. It’s just that I don’t want to look like her.

Recently I have read in the press that Hilary Clinton is not so concerned about her looks in the public eye anymore. She has stopped using a lot of makeup, preferring the natural look in her present frame of mind and she has left her hair to do its own thing more than before.  She always looked immaculate until recently. I don’t blame her for having her current opinion though. It’s much the same as mine.

For years I have dyed my hair, trying lots of different colours and getting some interesting results.  On one visit to the hairdresser I came away with that new colour, bright auburn red. Even the hairdresser was surprised at how red it was. I smiled and said it looked nice, which it did, but it wasn’t really ME. What is ME? I’m still not sure.  When I turned 60 I decided to try the ‘older’ look. For years people have been treating me as if I was younger than I am and that is a mixed blessing…

Sometimes whilst sitting at the front of the bus, someone, who is probably the same age as me but looks older, has looked sternly at me and made gestures as if I should give up my seat to them (because they were older) but in truth, they were probably the same age as me or even younger. I felt embarrassed when things like that happened. I wondered if I looked my age, if perhaps someone would offer me their seat?  It hasn’t happened yet!

My grandson was born 19 months ago. I wondered what I should look like as Oma? Should I try to look 50 or should I look my age.  Whatever I did, he wouldn’t know any difference, would he?

Two years ago, I looked like this:

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and I liked my long hair, but not everyone does! It’s a lot of bother and expensive too, to keep it looking like that, but is it worth it? Is it worth the expense and the bother.  I’m still not sure.

How important is image?  What do you think?