Hop Scotch and Skip Rope with Me back to the Future:

Bear with me while I do a little jump rope or Hop Scotch to present time for this post.

A large part of why I am telling you or maybe reminding you how things used to be while I was growing up is to point out how much our society has changed over the years.  I am frustrated with the way things are today.  I don’t think I am alone.   

I’m frustrated with our government and a handful of special interest groups telling me (all of us) how we are supposed to conform to specific standards set by them.  I don’t know about you but I don’t intend to become a robot or a leashed dog that is under constant scrutiny, domination and command. Granted we do need laws, rules and regulations, but not when they interfere with our personal freedom of choice: What to eat, what to wear, what to drive, what to own, what not to own, what religious freedoms are alright and which are not, which political choices are alright and which are not.

Every morning I wake up and wonder what new law has been passed that will govern my own personal freedom.   I feel like someone has invented a new electronic game and I am one of the avatars being remotely moved around by some unseen hand.  Just this week I learned that a new law is about to be passed that will ban plastic grocery bags.  The powers that be are giving me three alternatives:

1.       Pay 25 cents for a paper bag. (Really? we are back to killing trees. I thought that is why we went to plastic bags in the first place.  Wasn’t there some sort of “Save the Trees Movement?

2.       Pay 15 cents for a “reusable paper bag with handles”   Yegads! Those poor trees best make a run for it they are doomed! And how often can a “reusable bag with handles” be used before the handles fall off and they disintegrate?

3.       Bring my own reusable cloth bag.  Ok so I’m  supposed to be conserving by bringing my own cloth bags.  Won’t they get dirty and full of germs from all that stuff being tossed into them?  Won’t I have to use more water and soap to wash them?  How am I conserving?

The foods people are forced to buy in stores are:

                Fat free, cholesterol free, gluten free, salt free, sugar free, preservative free, and who knows what else they are taking out of our food sources.  Which makes me ask what are they putting into our food source? 

                Everything we do is monitored and I am really frustrated, exasperated, annoyed, aggravated and upset.  They are telling me that the “majority” of people are in favor of all the changes. Really?  No one trying to control my life has asked me for my opinion..has anyone asked you ?  Most everyone I’ve talked to feels the same as I do. They are all fed up too!

It is Time to Make A Stand!

If you are among the majority that is tired of being labeled as being in the minority, then I believe it is time to make a stand.

                If you are tired of being labeled a terrorist because you support the 2nd amendment of the Constitution, and believe Americans have the right to own guns;

                If you are tired of being called a hate- monger because you believe in God, The 10 commandments, and the Golden Rule of Do onto others as you would have them do onto you.

                If you are tired of being told you are a health threat because you like donuts with your coffee, drink sodas or enjoy fast food;

                If you are tired of being told you can’t use plastic bags because doing so will annihilate our planet;

 If you are tired of having to watch every word because you might offend someone;

                If you are tired of the government forcing you to buy “affordable” health insurance;

                If you are tired of being told you can’t display symbols of your religion in public;

                If you are tired of being told our American flag is offensive to some;       
                If you are tired of being told our National Anthem is offensive to some.
                If you are tired of being told that saying the Pledge of Allegiance to the United States of America, or praying in public, or reading your Bible in public is offensive to the "majority"

                If you are just plain tired of having your freedoms taken away one by one;

Then let’s make a stand.  Let’s tie a white ribbon to our vehicles, porches, mail boxes or trees.
Lets stand up and be counted.  There are more of us than we are led to believe by mainstream media.

                Before you ask if white is the symbol of surrender or defeat. The answer is yes in these modern times it is.  However, it has long been the symbol of peace, renewal, rebirth, purity, faith, and hope.  Egyptians wrapped their mummies in white as a sign of rebirth.  White is the color of promise and unity.

 Let’s stand up and be counted.  Tweet, text, Facebook, and share this idea nation-wide. We, the everyday citizens of this once great country, are not represented or counted, let’s change that!  Encourage everyone to fly a white ribbon so our numbers will shine! Our Forefathers left oppressive rulers to establish a nation where people could be free from tyranny and oppression. Real Freedom isn’t free if it is defined by others.

If I Could Rember I Wouldn't Forget.

Getting Older..Sometimes I think there is a crazy old person in my house...then I realize it is just me!

Some of you may have noticed I have been absent from my blog for a couple of months, but probably not.  Anyway there are a couple of reasons for my absence… more than a couple really, but only a couple that count.

First of all this thing about Growing up me means that I am no longer a little child  and with that comes some temporary mind stalls.  To put it bluntly I forgot my password to get into this blog... and the key information to recover it.  

I hear you asking: “Well didn’t you write it down and put it in a secure place so you could find it if something like this ever happened?”  Of course I did… but then I couldn’t remember which one of my multiple secure places I put it in, or for that matter where those secure places are.

 But the real reason I haven’t posted lately is that my husband underwent his third surgery in three years, and I’ve been taking care of him and running our ranch by myself, so there just hasn't been any free time, and what little free time I did have,  I spent it looking for the secure place where I hid my password for this blog.

Oh, and to make further lame excuses ... There was also the fun distraction of Thanksgiving and Christmas thrown in there too.

I’m pretty sure all that is behind me now and my intent is to get back to my story.

Three Little Words

I think life was more of a learning experience when I was a child than it is today.   People seemed to have a very different idea about what living actually meant back then.  Even through times were hard, people seemed to go about daily life with more of an appreciation for it.  Maybe that was because of the war, or maybe it was because they had been raised by parents who had more respect for living.  After all World War I had ended a brief 20 years before WWII began.  Life was precious.  Friends and family were to be respected and coveted. 

I think living is an art.  To truly appreciate it you need someone to guide you through it and to share it with you .  Living life is a bit like walking through an art museum.  As you walk though it you see all the beautiful paintings on display, but to really understand the artist and the message he was trying to convey takes a bit of tutoring.  There is more to each painting than meets the eye.  The same is true for life, it  is easy to miss if  you don’t really understand it. 

A great deal of how we perceive life as adults begins when we are children.  Our lives are permanently   influenced by our parents and those around us as we are growing up. It seems that many modern parents have lost track of that concept.  

In spite of the fact a war was going on back in the 1940’s and many women were forced  to join the workforce, the focus on family remained a priority.   Prior to the war many women considered it an honor to wear the label of “housewife.”  I don’t think today’s modern women (who for some odd reason prefer the term “stay at home moms”) have any concept of what a “housewife” did back then.

 

There were no televisions or video games to entertain children.  There were no microwave ovens to toss something into for a quick meal.  There were no fancy digital washers and dryers.  There were no wrinkle-free clothing. There were no disposable diapers. There were no car seats to hold children as prisoners in the back seat of a car. There were no fancy mops with disposable cloths.  There were no cell phones or computers.  Being a “housewife” was tough and women took their job seriously. 

 One of the most important tasks they had was educating their children.  People today use the term “home school” with great pride as though it is a modern concept.   The truth is that seven decades ago parents began educating their children almost the minute they were born. 

Proper grammar and proper etiquette topped the list of early home education.  Children were taught to respect and to obey their parents and elders.  They were taught about the principles that our country was founded on, and how Christianity played an important role in it.  By the time children went to school the foundation of a solid education was well in place.

 

Because of our age difference, my sister entered the public school system seven years ahead of me.  I remember sitting on the front steps of our seaside home every afternoon waiting for her to come home and share what she had learned that day in school with  me. 

It was common practice back then for children to stand with their teacher and classmates at the beginning of each school day and recite the Pledge of Allegiance to our country.  

For those who have forgotten, for those who never knew,  and for those who blatantly just don’t care, this is how it goes:  Each person stands , faces the American Flag, puts their right hand over their heart and makes the following vow: 

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and  justice for all. 

It’s simple and to the point.  It is an oath of loyalty to support our country and those living in it.

 

I remember my sister’s undying patience as she helped me to memorize those wonderful words.  Even as a young child I understood the importance of supporting my country.  The words somewhat baffled me, so as was my custom, I took my questions to my mother.

Our kitchen table with its red and white checkered tablecloth was the place where I learned most of my pre-school lessons.  I believed that my busy mother and father were the smartest people in the world. They always made time to answer my multiple questions that began with “why.”

One day, I scooted up on my chair at the table and fidgeted with the fringes on the tablecloth for a bit.  My mother who had her back to me  was busy stirring something on the stove that bubbled loudly and smelled delicious.  As mothers  mysteriously do, she sensed my presence and asked what I had on my mind.  When I asked her some “why” questions about the Pledge of Allegiance, she paused, turned off the stove, set the long wooden spoon down, wiped her hands on her apron, and sat down across from me.

She explained that the pledge was a promise to give our loyalty to our country.  She explained that by pledging our allegiance we were vowing not to become enemies or traitors to our country.  She talked about the meaning of loyalty and honor for quite some time.   

  When I was satisfied I gave a quick “OK” then abruptly went outside where I marched around the yard reciting the Pledge of Allegiance over and over. 

 Suddenly three little words stopped me short.  I could not make and sense of them.

Those three little words were “to the Republic” “to the Republic” “to the Republic for which it stands”  

 So, it was back to my chair at the table with one more question for my mentor mother.  

I asked:  “What is the Republic for which it stands?”   Patiently my mother explained that there were several types of government. 

  One type she said was the one that our United States of America was founded on way back when our   government was first formed. It was called a Republican type of Government. She also said there was  another type that was called  Democratic government.

 For example, she explained, let’s say that if this house were run by Democratic rule and your father, sister, and I all voted that spinach must be eaten at every meal but you voted not to.   Our three votes against your one vote would make it a law and you would have to eat the spinach weather you liked it or not because the Democratic majority says it is a law and you can be fined if you don’t follow the rule.  You lose your individual freedom of choice. Everything is mandatory in a Democracy.

Now, if this were a Republican run house, and if the same proposed spinach law is put to a vote and your father, sister, and I all vote that a law should be passed that spinach should be eaten at every meal we would still win.  The difference is that under Republican law,  you would have the right to follow along with the ruling or reject it and not eat the spinach and not be subject to the fine.  Spinach would still be served at every meal but you would have the option of eating it or not. In other words you have the right as a free individual to make that choice.  The government cannot tell you that you have to eat spinach at every meal.   

Our Founding Fathers established a Republican type of government and wrote the Bill of Rights and the Constitution to protect each and every individual’s rights.   

 So when you say The Pledge of Allegiance to our flag you are really saying you are pledging you allegiance to our country. To our free Republic that our American  flag represents.  You are pledging to uphold each individual person’s right to not be dominated by the majority rule which may force you to do something you do not believe in or want to do.  To sum it up: Everything is optional in a Republic.

Yes three little words.  Three little forgotten words “to the Republic” for which it stands."  There lies the division between the Democrats and the Republicans. Over the years the majority has convinced the minority that Democratic law is a form of freedom, but in reality it is not.

I admit, they  are just three little words, but  remember that Socrates, who never harmed anyone, was put to death because the Democratic majority simply did not like him.

Hair, Hats, and Hemlines During World War II

Fashion took an abrupt turn during the Second World War.  Glamor and glitz was replaced by practicality.  

Hair

Prior to the war the most popular hairstyle was introduced by actress Veronica Lake, who wore her hair long, waved, and pulled over one eye.   While the look was alluring it was impractical for the busy  World War II woman.  With most able bodied men away fighting the war, women rolled up their sleeves and jumped into the workforce to fill the gaps vacated by the men. Many of those jobs involved operating equipment used to manufacture products needed for the war.  It quickly became apparent that the constant flipping of long hair away from the face and eyes was not only a hazard in the work place it was also a loss of valuable time.  I think of that when I see the young ladies of today flipping their hair out of their face and eyes.

  Although long hair remained popular, many women rolled their hair back into a style that became known as "The Victory Roll". 

 Keeping up appearances was important and considered a major part of etiquette.   My mother wore her long red hear either pulled back and tied with a ribbon, up in a bun, or in the Victory Roll.  As youngsters,  sister and I wore our hair in ringlets or pigtails as was the custom of most children then. 

Women working in factories to support the war effort wore  a Safety Cap  over their  Victory Rolls.  

 Hats

Proper ladies and gentlemen were never seen in public without a hat adorning their heads.  Fedoras were the most popular hats for men,  as were Homburgs and Porkpie’s.  I never saw my father leave the house without a hat.  




  

 Women’s hats were generally a bit zany and flamboyant, but stylish. Because their clothing was quite plain they took great pride in decorating their hats with all types of scrap materials such as foil, flowers, feathers, and lace. To a child some of them were down right frightening.

       There was a entire language spoken with hats.  Gentlemen from the time they were young boys were taught proper hat etiquette. You could tell a lot about a man by the way he wore his hat.  If he wore his hat tipped slightly back it meant that he was an upfront, open person; a man of honesty, and integrity, a man you could trust.  If he wore it tipped a bit forward or off to one side you could bet he was a bachelor, a ladies man, a little on the mysterious side and a bit of a rogue.

It was common courtesy for a gentleman to remove his hat when speaking to a lady.   Gentlemen also removed their hats the minute they stepped indoors as acts of courtesy and respect.  Actually the custom of men removing their hats indoors dates back to the era of the European Crusades.  A knight would remove his headdress to show respect, vulnerability, and courage in the presence of royalty.

The custom of  a gentleman bowing his head slightly and lifting his hat off his head or touching the brim of his hat  with one hand when encountering another man is an abbreviated version of removing it all together. 

Women never removed their hats in public unless they were considered an obstruction or downright hazardous to others in the room…and they often were so large they were.

Hemlines:

My mother was a wiz of a seamstress and made almost all of the clothes for our family.  What she didn’t make came to us through the custom of “hand-me-down’s” passed on from relatives and neighbors.   

Dresses were hemmed to fall about 2 inches below the knee. This was more of an attempt to conserve on fabric than a fashion statement.  Prior to World War II a proper hemline for women was considered to be ankle length to mid-calf, but the shortage of fabric necessitated the shorter lengths.  After the war the hemlines dropped again to present a more conservative feminine look.  

Necklines remained modest, never revealing much flesh, although V- shaped necklines were acceptable for social gatherings.  Another fashion statement, most likely taken from military attire, was the use of padding in the shoulders of dresses, coats, sweaters and blouses. I always thought the padding made people look two-dimensional and square.

To complete the look, and to conserve on material, open toes shoes for women became popular.

 All in all the manner of dress seemed to reflect a way of life that was more refined and cultured even in the midst of war.