How old is Grandma

 

 
Stay with this — the answer is at the end. It will blow you away .


One evening a grandson was talking to his grandmother about current events.
The grandson asked his grandmother what she thought about the shootings at schools,
The computer age, and just things in general.


The Grandma replied, "Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:


television

penicillin

polio shots

frozen foods

Xerox

contact lenses

Frisbees and

the pill

There was no:


radar

credit cards

laser beams 

ball-point pens

Man had not invented:

pantyhose

air conditioners

dishwashers

clothes dryers

and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air.
 
And man hadn’t yet walked on the moon.

 
Your Grandfather and I got married first … And then lived together.

Every family had a father and a mother.


Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, "Sir".
And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir."


We were before lies and haters of truth, known as politically correct today.  Gay was how you felt after a fag(not demeaning, just a noun for definition) was punished for being lewd or perverted, computer- dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.

Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.


We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.


Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege.


We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.


Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.


Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started.

Time- sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends – not purchasing condominiums.
 
We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.

We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President’s speeches on our radios.


And I don’t ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.


If you saw anything with ‘Made in Japan ‘ on it, it was junk.


The term ‘making out’ referred to how you did on your school exam.


Pizza Hut, McDonald’s, and instant coffee were unheard of.


We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.


Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.


And if you didn’t want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.


You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600 . . . But who could afford one?

Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.

In my day:


"grass" was mowed,

"coke" was a cold drink,

"pot" was something your mother cooked in and

"rock music" was your grandmother’s lullaby.

"Aids" were helpers in the Principal’s office,

" chip" meant a piece of wood,

"hardware" was found in a hardware store and

"software" wasn’t even a word.

And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap. And how old do you think I am?

I bet you have an old lady in mind … You are in for a shock!

This Woman would be only 58 years old..!

 
 
Bring back TRUTH and Justice The Amrican way, maybe we could have America Back as well?
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About The OFFICIAL Whiz

Honest, Wise, Intelligent, deep Common Sense So wished others were! Haters, hate the pure things in life, live under rocks because they can not live in the Light and thinking gives them a headache!
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