Today is another one of those milestones – the kind we looked forward to as a kid and have endured ever since. I received these pithy remarks in the mail and this seems an appropriate place to repeat my favorits:
inside every older lady is a younger lady -- wondering what the hell happened.
Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out. But I can usually shut her up with cookies.
Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart.
And my own thoughts as I celebrate my 86th year: If you thought being a teenager or raising kids was hard, just look at it this way…It was just toughening you up for old age, ‘cause old age sure ain't no place for sissies. But I’m enjoying the years, nevertheless!
A bit of history....
A bit of history....
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| First birthday & no patience for picture taking. |
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| About 3 years. How about that haircut |
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Second grade |
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| Just another teenager but that dress is made from 13¢ a yard fabric |
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| Watermelon time on the farm |
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| Sweet sixteen |
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| My sailor is on leave |
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| Our first apartment is upstairs and is 9'x16' with a bath downstairs and across this breezeway |
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| Getting a sunburn & baby due three months |
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| And here she is.And I'm a mother at 18. |
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| 1947--reading my cousin's early literary efforts. Twenty years later she had a winner, |
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| At second daughter's home wedding |
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| Another home wedding...third daughter |
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| A fall on my face sure affected my appearance.for about a month. I looked much worse for awhile. |
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| With a daughter and her family, |
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| Just me and my dog. There's nothing like a picture to remind a person of the years gone by and the pounds that have been gained. Wot happened to that 125 lb. girl with the 23" waist? |
