Thursday, June 27, 2019

Huff and Puff

I have been around for so long I can remember when plastic became popular. I just looked it up and it says it was patented by Alexander Parks in 1856 and became popular around the end of WW2. 
My first awareness of it was when I bought some new Bobby Pins. Bobby pins were the way the woman made curls in their hair. I had bought some new Bobby Pins and the ends were covered with something that made them smooth. I was in awe so I asked my mother, who knew everything, how could they make the ends smooth. She knew the answer, she told me it was called plastic. Before plastic, Bobby Pins had sharp ends. Now plastic is the ruination of the world.

Just like smoking cigarettes. When I was in my youth it seemed everyone was puffing on a cigarette. It was a status symbol, smoke a cigarette so you'll look cool (back then the word was probably hep).  The waiting room at the doctor's office had ashtrays. Finally, after the research, studies and a little common sense, it was decided cigarettes kill you. There were many people who had common sense and didn't latch onto the habit. I wasn't one of them. I smoked for several years until my first grandkids came along and two of them, Deena and Trent,  seemed to think it was their duty to remind me every time I lit a cigarette that I was going to die. I don't know how much that influenced me, but I finally quit. 
Well, it's lawn mowing day and time to pay the reaper.



Wednesday, June 26, 2019

The Passing of Time


I seem to have an abundance of time on my hands, one day just rolls into the next and nothing much changes. When I was employed I had a schedule to follow. Now I get up and have to look at the newspaper to see what day it is. Not that I care because I seem to forget appointments and what day to pay a bill. Some days I even forget to watch Dr Phil. I never forget to feed the cat because she gets in my face lets me know in cat language that it's time to feed the kitty. 
Now I sit here and answer all the robot calls and slam the phone down. Too bad they can't hear it.







Chloe in her earlier days.

Chloe again. Her Daddy is a good photographer.

Chloe

This is Chloe and  Uncle Dennis

Leah and Chloe (cousins)


Jim and Cora Huffman and Chloe

Thursday, June 13, 2019

The Hop Times

Times have changed but we still gripe and groan but just about different things. This is one of my old Post. I just thought I'd rerun it. I am sure they built a machine that can get the job done in half the time.



It was one of those nightmares you remember forever. Bud was out of work and we had a car payment almost due. We had all gathered on a Sunday at grandma and grandpas house for dinner as we always did on Sundays. Aunt Irene was sitting on the couch reading the paper and read an ad out loud she found in the paper. Help wanted to train hops. $2.00 an hour. Our ears all perked up and asked where? So her and Marge and Bud and I and Pat showed at the hop field the next morning and was hired on the spot. You would go down the row and each pole would have a bunch of new hops and our job was to train/wind a vine around each wire and move on to the next pole and do the same. The poles were too far apart to crawl to so you had to stand up and walk to it. So up-and-down and wind the vines all day. The work became tiring after about the second pole, but we stayed with it and finished the field and collected our pay. We left and as we were driving down the road we saw a sign that said help needed so we stopped to ask for a job. The owner said he pays the men $2.00 an hour and the women $1.00 an hour. Are you kidding? We work side by side doing the exact same thing. He was sorry, but take it or leave it so we left it. Who would work for an idiot like that.