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1962 and Blue Skies
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1962 and Blue Skies |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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1962 and Blue Skies one does things for their parents because of trust for love even when one would rather not “do” certain things I recall one summer day as it was an especially bright clear blue yellow day which of course only made the grass that much greener the dust I walked through as I trekked to grocer’s kicked up that much higher sparkling as dust does when kicked by toes clad in sneakers even today I wear sneakers even today my jeans are usually a little more highwater than I prefer oh, well 1962 was still not so far from the ‘50’s and we didn’t think of nostalgia in the commercial terms as we do today back then, mom or dad would call the grocer and say “I’m sending my kid down” and recite the list including those things to be picked up that kids can’t ~ legally ~ pick up today if underage I didn’t mind the walk I didn’t mind lugging back one, or even two bags of groceries but sometimes I would mind what the bags contained even worse, though, were the times when I only went for the “need” that day I was only sent for the “needed” item so I talked to the Blue Skies when I wasn’t quite sure yet who I could be talking to, but only that someone should be listening maybe I didn’t utter the thoughts just right, or yell loud enough or silently, sufficiently beseech from my heart I wasn’t quite 11, yet I knew I had to do what I was told to do… how does one ask the Blue Skies to get one’s parents to stop smoking even before the Surgeon General did? now……on really blue sky days when the yellow really greens the grass? I still wonder if I was negligent. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 05-02-2001).] |
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latin passion Senior Member
since 2001-04-26
Posts 576 |
I told the grocery teller, that my mother was drunk when I lost some of the money in route. They called her up, my dad thought it was humorous, and couldn't stop laughing, buy mom was not all amused. Off and on my dad still puffs away... mom quit. I'm glad to say they're both still here for me to enjoy. LP |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
I never had to buy any cigarettes for my Mom and my Dad chewed and bought his own. But 1962 caught my eye. It was a bad year in my life. Joyce |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I remember so very little about 1962, but I sure remember bugging my dad to quit smoking! Thankfully he did,and lived a long and healthy life. On the wings of words our spirits fly....and our souls are free. |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
I remember those days, too...and begging my mother to stop smoking! Thanks for the memory. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
My parents never smoked...but I did...and I can remember my kids begging me to quit...and I did, for them. I am so thankful! |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
No one can ever make someone do something they wish not to do, so the answer is no! It would only have eliminated your need to protect them, but they surely would not quit until they themselves wanted to. I remember 1962 like yesterday and I was puffing away then myself, as it was fashionable. Blame the advertisers! A good brain bender Sunshine! Please visit me at my new homepage: |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
yes, how I remember 1962, I was 12  Kathleen Blake |
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