Welcome 2011

When I was in the 7th grade, I remember thinking that 2010-2011 sounded like something out of a science fiction book.  Of course, back then, the cell phone, Ipods, computers and all the techie devices we have now were not even conceived.  I remember typing on an electric typewriter in typing class and thinking that progress was really something. That was a much kinder, gentler time.  We had telephone party-lines and drove gas guzzling automobiles that were as big as some of today's RV's.  Most kids didn't have new cars when they turned 16.  They drove their parents' car if it was available, and if not, they stayed home.  There weren't that many places to go, anyway. A really big event would have been a dance at Finley's Roller Rink or the National Guard Armory featuring the Ovations or Jerry and the Decades.  An even bigger event would have been a dance at the Corbin Youth Center.  We were much more innocent back then than kids are today.  Heck, most of believed in Santa right up until the point that we became Santa.  It seems in memory, that days were longer and nights were kinder back then. The most anyone had to fear from the night was being left on a "snipe hunt."  As a nation, we seemed to know who we were and what we stood for.  I'm fairly certain that is not the case today.
Looking back just a year ago, I'm appalled at all the changes that have transpired in this nation..many against the will of the people.  My daddy always said, "America will never be defeated by a foreign country.  We will destroy ourselves from within." and the scary thought is that that might possibly be truer than we knew. I guess mom and dad worried back then just the same as I do today about the state of society and the liberalism that was foreign to them. 
On the up side, my life is very blessed.  My family is healthy and we are secure....for the time being.  I love my sweet husband, and my kids and grandkids and my family and friends, and really, what else is there?
 
Daisy is becoming more and more like me in her old age.  She worries.  Thunderstorms frighten her and she doesn't like to be away from me.  I think all the changes she has gone through in the past few years have added stress to her little life, so I try to be more aware of how tender she has become.   Her needs are few:  food, water, attention and the need to be close to those she loves, and she loves me.  She tolerates Dolly, who seems to roll with the punches much easier than she does.  Sometimes I swear I think I catch Dolly rolling her eyes at Daisy.  Dolly is one of those unique individuals that goes through life secure in the knowledge that someone else is going to take care of her...I think she might be a closet Liberal.