Recent content by Old&InTheWay

There is an old person joke waiting to happen there.

I am not sure if fond memories are a blessing or a curse....maybe a bit of both.

I was 8. It was 1967. The aroma of stuffed cabbage (halupki) and kielbasa and perogies would permeate my Grandmother's kitchen. Whatever she put in the broth to boil the cabbage, I will never know....but I can still smell its wonder 58 years later. I am 66. On Friday nights my parents would drop...

well, I am old, and my love has gone away. I need a friend. Can someone talk to me? john prine hello in there lyrics - Google Search

Oh I love "Theme from a Summer Place." it is a piece of music that transforms me back to my being a child on the beach. I think I will find it on youtube and play it now!

Hi all.it has been a long time since I wrote on this forum. But bless y'all....For me the hardest part about getting old is having no one to talk to ,,,and having great friends who have passed on. I do not know whom to trust or even talk to. Isolation is my reality. sorry to bother you. I just...

The year 2025 seems so darn strange. Impossible actually. I remember when I was in 3rd grade a friend and I were trying to figure out the year we would graduate high school - after some advanced mathematics we discovered we would graduate way way way in the future.: 1977 to be exact - I...

yes . it is a sonnet. Is it ok to be sad here? I just hope to talk to people

It is totally unfathomable how a 20-year-old genius can sum up the feelings of someone 50 years old. But this youngster from the iron ore range of Norhern Minnesota -- a complete unknown - nailed the nostalgia completely. It brings me to tears:

oh Johnny Horton! love him. He used to be a History teacher in high school and he originally wrote these to his students. People used to learn history through stories. not like today.

Yes, just the thought of an airplane terminal makes me nauseated. No thanks. I have an easy chair and 1000 books to read.

This is so true.

I had a few friends. They died. So I fight depression. I used to post here more and then I just stopped. I have a few friends up North but now I live in the deep south and travelling is hard for me. Nostalgia clings to me. I smell the nostalgia like sea kelp and saltwater breezes. There are some...