Well, folks, I got my driver’s license renewed recently. The best part is, I don’t have to do it again until I am 90! Whooee!

Do very little driving these days. Mostly around here at the retirement village, for the benefit of my little PT Cruiser. And, it continues to fire right up

Ṫoday I am busy packing away the fall decorations and unpacking the Christmas decorations.

Yesterday was the last day of November.

Read this:

“November comes, and November goes;

With the last red berries, and the first white snows;

With night coming early, and dawn coming late;

And ice in the bucket, and frost by the gate;

The fires burn, and the kettle sings; And earth sinks to rest, until next spring.” – Clyde Watson

So November of year 2021 is history

Ṫhink about this: We are a generation that will never come back!

We were born during the depression and lived through WWII. And, a number are still with us that fought that war.

It was not unusual, back then, to get up in the morning with a bit of ice in the water bucket, there in that country kitchen.

One hurried out and back quickly, to the outdoor John. Oh, yeah!

Will another generation wring a chicken’s neck and then pluck the feathers?

Boy howdy, remember doing our homework by the light of those kerosene lamps?

And, after walking to school, we quickly gathered around that big cast iron wood heater to warm cold toes and fingers. The school janitor was kept busy keeping those fires going.

I often helped the janitor, my great uncle, sweep all the rooms after school and finding an occasional bobby pin. Those were a necessity, since every night we pinned up our hair in flat curls.

Those were the days, my friend! How about taking the old farm dog and bringing in the milk cow from the far pasture.

Finally, the last chore just before dark: Bring in a load of firewood. Enough for the cook stove, as well as the heating stove.

Oh yeah, and a fresh bucket of water from the well.

We were a generation that made mud pies and cakes.

Now this. We sold an empty soda pop bottle at the local grocery store for five cents.

Oh yeah, our generation is passing. However, Robert Frost said he could sum up everything he learned about life in three words: “It goes on.”

Two old fellas were talking. One said, “Can I ask you something? Why are women always moving things around? My house help moved a ladder back chair from my bedroom into the hall. She never once considered that I hung my trousers over it for 14 years and put my shoes on the seat so they could be found in an emergency. Now tell me how does one deal with such?”

The other fella answered, “Beats me. It seems it is just something women have to do.”