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DAYS GONE BY

What historical event fascinates you the most?

Quite the question when so much has happened, what historical event fascinates you the most-there’s so much back there that has fascinated me, I don’t have a most.

To step back in time for several hours per century without dying in the process would be out of this world right? It would be groovy man. But at the same time during any of these Centuries, at what point in time do I stop. After all, a hundred years has many changes happening almost every ten years.

What is year one? Cavemen poking each other, carving out images on rock walls, grunting, inventing fire? I would really like to walk among the neanderthal just for a few hours. I love rocks. I love the forest, and sometimes I don’t feel like talking just poking and grunting.. I imagine the scenery was probably beautiful and fascinating to walk among with land mountains untouched.

Then the Mayans and Egyptians wow I wonder only because there were no trees with the Egyptians. It’s just all hot sand and the Nile river. It would be cool to see how they made pyramids, where they came up with massive stone. Whereas the Mayan were underground-was it cold, they were a smart people, they came up with a Calendar, and the Egyptians read the stars. It would be fascinating to spend time with each of these people without being murdered for any reason which would please their GODS.

The days of the Vikings and pirates living on the waters all the glories about the lands they got to see, that’s all fascinating, but I wouldn’t want to be there. I have this phobia about sharks. So as fascinating as I find the Vikings and pirates out on ships?, sharks!

Oh my gosh… Indians, and Cowboys! Geronimo, Pecos bill, to live in teepees, log cabins, to shoot arrows to ride bucking horses, learn how to make wigwam’s sing, like Pocahontas, ride with Doc holiday and the gang, robbing trains…an hour in each of their shoes as long as I wouldn’t get skinned alive or hung from the highest tree, it would be freaking awesome to dance around a fire and or brawl in a bar because they didn’t like my sing while laying on the piano. As for the clothes? Wow, the buck-skin the natives wore with their headdresses and beads so beautiful, and the dresses and funny feathered hats the women wore, with their tiny umbrellas as they walked through dirt down muddy roads, being covered with wet muck as the horses went galloping past. Yeah I would love to stay an hour each.

Then, what about hanging out with pretty boy Floyd or Bonnie and Clyde or Mad dog whoever he is, Casa Blanca, and all them bootleggers? I wouldn’t mind being there learning how to bootleg, well make it anyways. All the gagsters with their Gatling guns, gunning down whom ever they wanted, in black suits with black hats-say what are you playing at?

To be on the titanic what a fascinating boat they made that out to be, but I don’t want to drowned…oh, they built a ship titanic to sail the ocean blue and they thought they had a ship that the water couldn’t go through but the good Lord raised his hand said the ship will never land was sad when the great ship went down.. nope, no thanks, even though it was a fascinating time. Makes me actually think of Tom Sawyer and Mark Twain fascinating era in deed. But if I did spend time there, I would help Tom white-wash the fence, lol then go play. Rather get into trouble..

No wars for me ever, no slavery, no religion no breaking nations apart. None of that fascinates me interests me moves me, none of that. I don’t want to be among the pilgrims with the plague with killing off natives to steal their land. Nothing fascinating about that era. None of that should be in history or have happened but it has and I am not interested in ever visiting any of that ever unless of course…I could change it all. Bahahaha.

And cool Daddio Beatniks, snapping their fingers in stead of clapping, talking their talk with their poems, in beats and rhythm. A funny bunch these people were. I only got to witness this stuff on TV television programs-Beatniks’ we’re out there, way out there. Then you had hippies. I wouldn’t mind being a beatnik for an hour long as I didn’t get hurt or being a hippie for a while as long as I didn’t do drugs and die or get beat up by people who didn’t like hippies, or get caught up with Charles Manson and his followers.

Yeah, history is fascinating. History is a wonder…just seems that it’s all a creation from somebody seeing pictures on the wall for the early part of it, which of course causes one to question wanting to go see for themselves. It’s all amazing with glories and fascinating stories, I wouldn’t know where to go first with all these days gone by, same as what fascinates me the most?

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History. It’s all a systematic study and documentation of the human past anyway so…Imagine if we were never told about all this past history, what then would be fascinating? 🤷‍♀️

NINE MONTHS LATER

What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself?

I believe I was eleven-years of age when I was asked, “if you had a million dollars what would you do,” and without any hesitation I said, “ I will have hundreds of babies and love them the way I wish mommy loved me.”

Sure they all laughed at me. “That’s dumb,” they said, “I’m going to buy my own fishing rod.” Yeah a lot of stuff like that was mentioned, we were kids sooo.

As it turned out, when I reached my teenage years my monthly period had become extremely difficult, causing me to vomit for two to three days at a time keeping me bedridden for four days while the loss of blood became a problem, and the pain was unbearable enough that my dad took me to a doctor who in turn put me on birth control pills. In the end not only did this doctor put me on the strongest pill on the market? This pill caused me to have surgery.

When I woke from this operation they told me that sadly I may never have children.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😱 “Oh yeah?” I refused this and prayed and talked and cried and called into the Lord everyday begging and asking for children.

Shortly after my boyfriend and I married. Every year he would promise a child telling me to work hard and sign over my paycheques to him where he would save all the money up for the year to afford a baby-only he did not want children, he wanted woofers, motorcycles and new albums.

Eventually he started leaving me alone while he went bar hopping having the time of his life. I finally confronted him about his actions and he denied it all, eventually I ran away getting a divorce through the newspaper. Lol. Hilarious these French Judges.

So I’m now free to start again at the age of 23, after four years of signing over my paycheque to a husband who had no respect for me and now living with my mom who said, “come live here and take a year off.”

Then days later living at my mom’s house. I am introduced to my siblings friends, where we all went out for some drinks and dancing. Yes my mom too along with her man, at the same time I’m just not into it, I wanted a life with children.

But my family is persistent and would NOT LEAVE ME ALONE. So out we went. Long story short my goal came into existence, Bahahaha. I won’t get into the specifics and you can read into the story anything you wish, but I ended up with child, the happiest day of my life, reaching my one and only goal.

I married the guy and had two more babies. It’s not a hundred babies- a little far fetched, but it was my goal and I did it. Well with help. 🤓 lol.

The End.

DON’T OPEN THE WINDOW

Your life without a computer: what does it look like?

Growing up there were no computers until you saw them on television in movies, wall to wall reels with loads of knobs, lights and robotic sounds, allowing for outdoor activities and no sitting around.

Again, growing older-still no computers that I knew of, made way for learning crafts like cooking, sewing, ironing and knitting along with crocheting and washing walls and floors then windows and time, time to create things and time to spare! Just slim, trim and no sitting around unless I was drawing pictures or printing down thoughts or jotting down words to a new song I wanted to learn.

Then around the age of twenty something, still no computers in my life just getting fancier on the television screen. Paper. Paper became very important to me, never having enough of the stuff or running out of it-needing to use napkins or the backs of news letters coming through the mail, all the while wondering if there would be a better way to save my printed or written stories.

“WHERE THE HELL IS ALL THE PAPER!” Who used the last piece of paper without saying anything? What’s the matter with you people, you can’t say, “I have the last piece of paper!” This loss of paper forced my hand, I started printing on walls until more paper was present. Then frig that!!! I painted my one wall with blackboard paint. How do you like that?

Then…Chalk, chalk, CHALK! Where is all the chalk? “The baby ate it. Or the dog or I saw the cat playing with something, could have been the chalk.” What’s the matter with you guys? Holy sack man… pick up the chalk.

After that, every time I saw paper on sale, no matter where I was, I bought it. Lined paper unlined paper, paper with holes…I didn’t care as long as it was paper. And chalk, lots of chalk. Let’s see the baby eat all that 😱😬 just kidding. I’ll take a baby any day over chalk.

Life without a computer? DON’T OPEN THE WINDOW…” To late! Noooo. Numbering. Paper flying all over the room like a rocket blasted off with me trying to snatch each sheet out of the air. Numbering. “Close the window.” And the paper just falls to the floor floating like little feathers to their doom, now a hundred sheets of paper or more blankets the room like it’s all good, we didn’t leave the room? But it’s not all good, because where is page one?

Life without a computer with UNNUMBERED sheets of paper holding days of my written work now smiling all over the place at me is harsh😤, leaving me to READ just to find page two, three, four, five…😩, you get the picture. Growl…Growl…Roar. Bahahaha.

Life without a computer taught me to remember to number each sheet of paper, even if it’s just page one.

Have a fantastic day everyone, if not, make it fantastic yourself. It’s nobodies responsibility to make you happy-that’s all on you.

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