A Trip Down Nostalgia Lane With Me

I did not take any of these pictures. I went to Google to find all of these pictures. I don’t know who took any of them, unless they say who took them on the picture.

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Before I write this post, I should define nostalgia for those who may not know what it is. I Googled it and copied the definition below:
nos·tal·gia
näˈstaljə,nəˈstaljə/
noun
  1. a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.
    “I was overcome with acute nostalgia for my days in college”
    • something done or presented in order to evoke feelings of nostalgia.
      “an evening of TV nostalgia”

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I am 63 years old, and when I first started making clothes, I used a machine like this one. I was a teenager then, but for some reason, I just could not get my feet going to any kind of rhythm. That was when the machine was altered and a knee pedal was added on the right hand side. The machine was my Mother’s when she was growing up.

 

Antique Singer Sewing Machine

One of the first record players that I ever listened to was in a cabinet similar to this one. I was just a small child then, around six or seven.

Antique Phonograph and Radio

This television is similar to the one my Mother had when I was growing up. This looks new enough that it may be a color TV. Ours was a black and white one. The picture is form vintagetvs.org. I found it on Google.

Antique B&W Television

When I was growing up, this was the only kind of ice tray that there was. They were very hard to get the ice out of them. Sometimes the handle that you had to pull to break the ice up would even bend while you were trying to do it.

Antique Ice Tray

This is a meat grinder. It had to be attached to the edge of the table with a vice type of connection. It was not uncommon for the grinder to come loose in the middle of the grinding process if it was not put on tight enough in the beginning.

Antique Meat Grinder

This is a potato cutter. When you put a potato in it and then pulled the handle down, it would cut the potato and they would come out in a french fry shape ready to put into the deep fat fryer.

Antique French Fry Cutter

The picture below is of an very old radio. When they were first built, they had tubes in them to make them work. The wooden body had to be large enough to accommodate all of the tubes. My Nanny(Grandmother) used to have one. The radios were quite a bit smaller by the time that I came along. They were about one fourth of the size of the one in the picture.

Antique Radio

These are record players that play vinyl records. The records came in three sizes; 33 and 1/3, 45’s, and 78’s. The first record player is a portable record player with a fairly short spindle where the records spin. The second record player is a console record player with a tall spindle on it. Several records can be put on it at a time, and the record player will automatically drop the next record in the stack as each record finishes playing. The tall adapter fits on this type of record player.

Antique Portable Record PlayerRecord Player with tall spindle

The 45’s were small records and often had a big hole in the center and the user had to put an insert into the record so that it could be played on the small spindle.

45rpm recordrecord inserts

INSERT in a record

There was also a device that could be put on tall spindles where by more than one record could be played one after the other. Otherwise the user had to take off the record that had just played and put the next one to be played on the record player.

tall record adapter

The records below are a 33 and 1/3 and a 78. They both had small holes that fit over the spindle on the record player.

33 and a third recordVentures_78rpm record

The picture below is a mantle clock. My Nanny(Grandmother) had one as well as all of my Great Aunts and Great Uncles. They were usually placed on the mantles above the fireplaces. They chimed every fifteen minutes, and on the hour, they chimed however many times for what time it was. If it was eight o’clock, then the clock would chime eight times. At noon and at midnight it chimed 12 times. There was a big clock key that had to be used to wind up the clock so that it would not stop in the middle of the night.

Antique Mantle Clock

The picture below is an upright piano. I have had two of them but had to give them away, as I was not able to move them when I moved. I always enjoyed playing the piano. After all, the bible says to “make a joyful noise before the Lord”. I don’t know how joyful it was to others, but I do know that it was joyful to me, and it was a noise. The piano below looks sort of like the one I had when I lived in Virginia. I was unable to move it to Kentucky when I got married.

Antique Upright Piano #3

This picture shows one that was not quite as ornate as the one above. The one below looks more like the last one that I had. It was a Cincinnati Cabinet Grand, and it was dated 1900.

Antique Upright Piano #5

Just being able to look at these pictures makes me happy and sad at the same time. Happy because of the good memories, and sad because I no longer have any of the objects that were similar to the pictures.

I hope you have enjoyed going down nostalgia lane with me.

How Do I See The World?

I took a little quiz on Facebook tonight 2/10/15. The Quiz was How Do You See The World? Much to my surprise the result that I got was Like A Fighter. I have copied the whole thing below.

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Like A Fighter

Fighter

 

To say that life hasn’t been easy on you is an understatement. While most people struggle with a few bumps along the way, you had to overcome dozens.
These struggles have forced you to look at life through the eyes of a fighter, a warrior. You are always ready for the next challenge, and when you feel that life is “too easy” you find yourself a new battle.
Although this has helped you along the years, it is not the best way to live your life. You should take off the fighter’s goggles and see the world through your own eyes. Sure, struggles are still going to be there, but at least you would be able to appreciate life’s beauty as well.

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When I read that I had gotten “Like A Fighter”, I was quite shocked. I always saw myself as a gentle person, always willing to help others in any way that I could. As A matter of fact, that one trait of mine, helping others and looking out for others, has given me the nick name of Momma Hen. I had to spell it Mamma Hen, when I decided to make a website on that premise, because Momma Hen was already taken. All of my friends here where I live tell me all the time that I am like a Momma Hen always looking after her chicks. My friends like it when I refer to them as one of my chicks. I don’t call everybody one of my chicks, just special ones.

Once I got to thinking about it, I came to realize that I really have been “Like A Fighter” most of my life. I fought to live through all of the abuse growing up. And now that I am grown, I am still fighting to live. Only now I am fighting to live in spite of all of my numerous medical problems that have made me become disabled, not from abuse.

I became disabled at the age of 38 with asthma so bad that I was being rushed to the hospital every 7-10 days. I first became sick while visiting my family in Norfolk, Virginia. It was in March or 1990. The day that I was supposed to be catching a plane back to Lexington, Kentucky, I was being rushed to the hospital becoming numb all over, white as a ghost, having trouble breathing and coughing so bad that I couldn’t stop. At the hospital, I was hooked up to many different things. I had IV’s going, was hooked up to a heart monitor, had oxygen being administered, and had an ekg. I found out that I had asthma, bronchitis and mycoplasma pneumonia all at the same time. There is a chemical in the blood called Theophylline. The normal level is between 11 and 13. My level at the hospital was only 3. This chemical is what helps to maintain the oxygen level in the blood. I was told that the pneumonia that I had was the worst kind for scarring the lungs. As a result of being so sick, I had to remain in Norfolk for an additional two weeks. That meant that I was there over Easter. My sister and my brother-in-law took care of me during that time. My nephew had to share a room with one of his sisters and I was put in his room. My brother-in-law filled the vaporizer every 12 hours and my sister made sure that she woke me up to take my medications. After the two weeks was up, the doctors cleared me to return home to Lexington, and told me to get an appointment as soon as I could with a pulmonologist to take care of my lungs.

I got the appointment in the middle of April. Unfortunately, I was only able to work until June 9, 1990. On that day, I lost both my full time job that I had had for almost 16 years, and my part-time job that I had had for over 5 years. I was working anywhere from 60 to 80 hours a week between the two jobs. Up until I got sick, having both of the jobs hadn’t slowed me down at all. But with having to be rushed to the hospital so often, I was going down hill fast. After a year of all kinds of oral medications, I had to start doing breathing treatments with a nebulizer 4 times a day with – out fail, and also had to continue on the oral medications. Even adding the nebulizer treatments, I was getting worse. Within six months of starting the nebulizer treatments, I had to start on oxygen all of the time.

Back then, the only way to leave the house for any reason was with an oxygen tank in a little rolling cart. They didn’t have the small tanks that you carried over your shoulder like they do today. I had to start using medical transportation that was provided by The Red Cross for $1.60 each ride to and from doctors or grocery shopping. The busses ended up taking so long to pick me up, take me where I needed to go, pick me back up, and then take me back home, that I would run out of oxygen in the one tank that I carried with me.

After doing some research, I found out that there was a carrier that could hold two tanks of oxygen at a time. It cost a little over $60. Before I could buy the double tank holder I submitted the request to my insurance company for payment of it. I was denied. Whenever I ran out of oxygen on the bus, the bus driver had to stop the bus and call 911 to take me to the ER because there was no way that they could get me back home to my oxygen concentrator machine before I would lose consciousness. Needless to say, when I was denied, I appealed their decision. I pointed out to them that a trip to the ER was necessary every time that I ran out of oxygen when I was out on the bus, and that the amount that the insurance company had to pay each time was way more that the cost of the double tank holder. Finally, after six months of fighting them, and them having to pay for the ER visits, they agreed to purchase the double tank holder.

In the meantime being on antibiotics so much caused me to have a constant yeast infection that had become systemic yeast. Systemic yeast meant that the yeast infection was throughout my whole body. This caused my resistance to be low. I had to wear a filter face mask all the time when I left my house. This was to keep me from catching anything. If another person had a cold and I caught it, it would end up going into pneumonia on me.

By now, two years had passed since I first got sick. After remaining on the oxygen, doing the nebulizer treatments, continuing the current oral medications and adding new ones, the “MAGIC” combination of medication was discovered and the constant trips to the ER stopped. My medication count was over 30 prescriptions with a total of close to 100 pills per day to keep me alive. Instead of every 7-10 days having to be taken to the ER, I was now only having to go every few months or whenever I was subjected to any strong odors. I was ecstatic.

I felt so good, I signed up to start going to the Community College for the summer semester. Believe it or not, just one week before I started classes, I found out that I was diabetic. However, I didn’t let that daunt my spirits. I started school, but was very cautious to always have a little can of orange juice, and some peppermint candy with me in case I needed it. So every day that I went to school, I had a filter face mask on, was pulling oxygen tanks behind me, and carried a little bag with the juice and candy with me. This was May of 1993.

I started out taking the basic courses that all students have to take period, no questions asked. Once I finished those, I started in on my medical classes. I was going to major in Respiratory Therapy. After finishing the prerequisites, I applied to the Respiratory Care Program to see if I would be admitted. There were 300 people that applied, but only 30 could be admitted to the class. I was number 3 to be admitted. Needless to say, I was ecstatic. My elation didn’t last too long though.

In January I had to have arthroscopic surgery on my knees. I ended up in a wheelchair. It is almost impossible to do respiratory care from a wheelchair. There was nothing that I could do except to change my major. I switched to computers. It is possible to do computers from a wheelchair.

After I got home from having to change my major, I cried for several hours. I was so disappointed at having to do it. I had wanted to help others, just like I was being helped every time I had an asthma attack. But it just wasn’t to be.

With all my medical problems and surgeries, it took me 6 and 1/2 years to do a two year program, but never the less I did it. I persevered and graduated with honors. I got a job working at a local bank after I graduated. Unfortunately, I lost that job almost five years after I started working there. They let me go because I was too disabled and had to miss too much time due to illness and/or surgeries. I worked there from early 2000 until late 2004.

Now, I currently have several websites that I am trying to keep up with, and this is the main one. This is my first post in a long time. I have been trying to work on two or three different posts, but I am finding it hard to do so. The subjects that I need to write about are very hard for me to do and are bringing back a lot of memories. But I will make myself do them soon.

 

 

This Woman Has Great Rhythm With this Dance As Well As Fun

I wish I was half as talented as this woman is with this dance. And she is having so much fun while doing it. Every time I have thought a dance looked so easy, and I tried to do it, I have failed. Maybe I’m just supposed to enjoy watching other people having fun with dancing. My hope in posting this is that you will have as much fun watching this as I have had. So get up and dance LOL.

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The name of the song is:   El Caballito De Palo.

Black Lab Dog Has A Little Too Much Fun In Snow

This article and video is so funny. If you have been having a bad day, week, month, or whatever, I will almost guarantee you cannot watch this video without at least smiling if not down right laughing. I couldn’t stop laughing. Since I had so much fun watching it, I wanted my readers to have the same amount of fun. So here it is, copied straight from San Francisco Globe.

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Black Lab Dog Has A Little Too Much Fun In Snow

 

This black lab is very excited about snow. While a lot of canines love to frolic through all that fluffy white stuff, this guy takes it to the next level. Watch how he celebrates wintertime and prepare to laugh out loud. We’ve never seen anything like it.

In an interview with The Dodo, canine psychology expert, Stanley Coren, explains that dogs simply love snow because it’s fun to play with. Coren says, “Dogs like to manipulate their environment. They will play in pile of leaves, just like the way kids do — the mind of a dog is very much like that of a two-year-old.” Therefore, it’s pretty unsurprising to see this Labrador Retriever roll and slide, completely enjoying this winter wonderland.

Does your pup do anything like this? Tell us in the comments below and share if you found it as funny as we did!

Magical Color Changing Drinks For Children – 10/19/14

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 Kelly Bagnasco
How Cool

~This would be a cute idea for a child’s birthday party~
Color Changing Drinks- Magically Delicious

Guests will stare wide-eyed as they watch clear water or soda transform into a vibrant color! must be magic!-
What you’ll need: Plastic party cups, food coloring, ice, and any clear drink (I used Sprite, Fresca and Ginger Ale).
Place 2 to 3 drops of food coloring at the bottom of each party cup and let dry. Just before serving the drinks, fill each cup with ice to hide the food coloring. While each child watches, pour the drink over the ice, and the clear water or soda will magically turn into a color as it fills their cup! Use different colors of food coloring so that the kids won’t know what color to expect from their magic soda.
For another fun twist you could add a fortune telling element to the drinks by assigning a meaning to each color and displaying the different meanings on a small sign near the soda.
For example, purple = royalty, green = wealth, yellow = long life. Whichever color each guest’s soda turns also predicts their personal fortune.