tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post4615124834985273401..comments2024-03-28T18:50:23.094-05:00Comments on Far Side of Fifty: Wistful Wednesday: Roots Part ElevenFar Side of Fiftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07995757632158408442noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-47759230196977769572014-10-02T10:58:55.376-05:002014-10-02T10:58:55.376-05:00Times were so different then. Most men felt that ...Times were so different then. Most men felt that way about women (my dad is 94 next month). I remember trying to walk out of the house with lipstick on when I was in senior high. The disgust! Making me go in the bathroom to wash it off before I could leave. (But later on my mom wore lipstick, too--LOL!) And my sister and I weren't even taught to drive. What was the point? Men drove. We needed to be married with someone to take care of us. LOL! Times have changed a lot since the 40s and 50s, that's for sure. I'm so glad!! ;)Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043285884495492598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-51716109260172644922014-10-01T16:42:36.907-05:002014-10-01T16:42:36.907-05:00I always love reading your Wistful Wednesday posts...I always love reading your Wistful Wednesday posts. I would have loved visiting with your grandfather. <br /><br />I wonder how many farmers eat in the field anymore? My mother always took hot meals to the fields. Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18296050573667055406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-60682696923843074872014-10-01T15:02:41.606-05:002014-10-01T15:02:41.606-05:00What good memories of your grandpa. Oh my! That ab...What good memories of your grandpa. Oh my! That about the hemorrhoids! Can you imagine? One of my grandpa died the day I was born, the other when I was five.Henny Pennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05958386938311591314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-8559820061895125622014-10-01T13:32:34.036-05:002014-10-01T13:32:34.036-05:00He lived a long life compared to a lot of people d...He lived a long life compared to a lot of people during that era. My grandmother on my dad's side went bonkers, hardening of the arteries, and the families each kept her for a month. Not all of them would keep her but some didn't want to turn her over to the government to get her into a nursing home. My parents were really stressed with her living in our house with four children also. Your grandpa lived true to his traditions. L. D. https://www.blogger.com/profile/02270923121962761209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-84956504730613364852014-10-01T12:08:02.558-05:002014-10-01T12:08:02.558-05:00These old guys lived very different life than we ...These old guys lived very different life than we do today. Thanks for reminding me and giving a great description of a fine old timer.Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17996243850279671523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-22329656685216426912014-10-01T12:02:09.172-05:002014-10-01T12:02:09.172-05:00Sam, some kind of small grain most likely Oats.Sam, some kind of small grain most likely Oats.Far Side of Fiftyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07995757632158408442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-21117734257861304692014-10-01T11:24:50.366-05:002014-10-01T11:24:50.366-05:00Fun stories about your grandpa. I was lucky to ha...Fun stories about your grandpa. I was lucky to have both mine in my life for a long time. One of them was quite a story teller, too. No hemorrhoid stories, though!Cynthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16035113274497372396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-19594884131034087792014-10-01T11:06:34.605-05:002014-10-01T11:06:34.605-05:00OMG what they used to do with razor blades! Ouch! ...OMG what they used to do with razor blades! Ouch! I love the way the hay(?) was sheaved up...that shape always reminds me of the "olden days". What great stories you have of your family..it's so great you're writing them down for future generations before it's all forgotten. Sam I Am......https://www.blogger.com/profile/17358633233189452832noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-71833452309454596772014-10-01T09:28:12.636-05:002014-10-01T09:28:12.636-05:00OMG, the hemorrhoids story! I can remember my gra...OMG, the hemorrhoids story! I can remember my grandmother using a razor to cut off the corns on my grandpa's feet. Ugh! But what fun characters. Your picture of them drinking coffee in the field reminds me of the days when it was my job to take out "lunch" to my dad and grandpa in the field....coffee in the mornings and tea in the afternoons, always with cream and sugar, along with some cookies or cakes.Linda Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17237332954767037400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-72483489549110744542014-10-01T07:58:41.755-05:002014-10-01T07:58:41.755-05:00I like reading about your family. It is very diffe...I like reading about your family. It is very different than mine in SW IN. They were German and English. lindaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-74992284673907386872014-10-01T07:49:28.485-05:002014-10-01T07:49:28.485-05:00Ahhh what sweet memories and lovely photos.Ahhh what sweet memories and lovely photos.MTWagginhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17823827748782425907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-2068824124522011952014-10-01T07:39:14.130-05:002014-10-01T07:39:14.130-05:00Morning Connie, over those old Photos,how wonderfu...Morning Connie, over those old Photos,how wonderful to have them.Blessings Francine.Primitive Starshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02525399769247105105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-45673207812687985882014-10-01T07:35:52.173-05:002014-10-01T07:35:52.173-05:00I never knew either of my grandfathers. One left a...I never knew either of my grandfathers. One left and became a hermit who lived in the hills, and the other died at 62 of diabetes. He was old his whole life as far as I knew. I love your pictures of your grandpa. You were lucky to have him in your life. :-)DJanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07152183871573797791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-74978739324237533262014-10-01T06:46:44.980-05:002014-10-01T06:46:44.980-05:00Those are some wonderful memories you have of your...Those are some wonderful memories you have of your grandfather. Both of my grandfathers lived with us (at different times) until we had to place them in a nursing home. I have wonderful memories of my grandparents. I feel they shaped who I am today. Thank you for helping me bring back some lovely memories.linda mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08203742811516417039noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456722259350114571.post-75867437137571514642014-10-01T04:57:51.736-05:002014-10-01T04:57:51.736-05:00What a lovely memory! Unfortunately, I never knew...What a lovely memory! Unfortunately, I never knew my grandparents on my mother's side. They died of TB before I was old enough to even remember them. On my father's side, I was lucky enough to have some great memories. My favorite is going to see them and we always got a vitamin C to eat. (to us they were like a piece of candy!) Thank you for sharing those lovely memories, sure made my day.lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01998455958377639450noreply@blogger.com