Why we call them the good old days

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This is for all the "younger" folks to help them understand what was so good about the "Good Old Days" Or perhaps as Roy Clark puts it in a well known song "Yesterday, When I Was Young"

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Can you believe that Stud (taken in 1958 when I was 20 maybe a month before turning 21) on the left is the same guy as that tired old codger on the right? Well lookin' and feelin' like I did then is what was so good about the "Good Old Days"

I won't say I could whip my weight in wild cats because I never tried that but at 5'10" tall and about 165# I could (and did) make guys 6 inches taller and about 30# heavier think awful hard about whether they wanted to find out just how tough that "smart mouthed ET was". None ever did they always would say "Well, I don't want to hurt you".
 
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In the photo on the left I think, but am not absolutely certain, I was working on an Electronic Counter Measures Antenna. I think we had to replace the armored cable from the antenna to a junction box somewhere below.
 
Good memories are worth their weight. I know the feeling and understand Smitty.

"Youth is wasted on the young."
I heard this comment when I was a child. I didn't understand it then and I don't believe it now. It is so much fun to watch them grow. And it is so painfull to see them hurting.
 
I dunno Smitty, you don't look very weak to me! Actually you look in fantastic shape!!! :smile::smile::smile:
Well I guess all things are relative, when we had our vest pocket farm I would stand 2 100 pound bags of animal feed up on the tail gate of my pickup the pick them up and walk away with one on each shoulder....now if I had one bag I'd need to get somebody to help me drag it along the ground. So while I can hold myself up and still walk with a reasonably firm step, I'd still describe myself as pretty weak.
 
Well Smitty, the Fountain of Youth is in our memories. As long as we hold on to those fabulous years, we can continue on. Thanks for the brief trip.
 
Like I said - that's what makes them the 'good old days' it's the memories of what we could do and how good it felt to wake up every morning with nothing aching or hurting, or how we could stay out all night partying and then do a full days work with no sleep, then go out and party again.
Well Smitty, the Fountain of Youth is in our memories. As long as we hold on to those fabulous years, we can continue on. Thanks for the brief trip.
 
I dunno Smitty, you don't look very weak to me! Actually you look in fantastic shape!!! :smile::smile::smile:
Well I guess all things are relative, when we had our vest pocket farm I would stand 2 100 pound bags of animal feed up on the tail gate of my pickup the pick them up and walk away with one on each shoulder....now if I had one bag I'd need to get somebody to help me drag it along the ground. So while I can hold myself up and still walk with a reasonably firm step, I'd still describe myself as pretty weak.

I used to be able to throw an 80 lb bag of alfalfa pellets over my shoulder and carry it, too. Now I have to "bear hug" it and can't get very far with it before I have to put it down on something! And I'm five years younger than you are!
 
I dunno Smitty, you don't look very weak to me! Actually you look in fantastic shape!!! :smile::smile::smile:
Well I guess all things are relative, when we had our vest pocket farm I would stand 2 100 pound bags of animal feed up on the tail gate of my pickup the pick them up and walk away with one on each shoulder....now if I had one bag I'd need to get somebody to help me drag it along the ground. So while I can hold myself up and still walk with a reasonably firm step, I'd still describe myself as pretty weak.

I used to be able to throw an 80 lb bag of alfalfa pellets over my shoulder and carry it, too. Now I have to "bear hug" it and can't get very far with it before I have to put it down on something! And I'm five years younger than you are!
We also fed alfalfa pellets along with whole kernal corn free choice to some of our steers - man did they ever grow on that stuff. We were feeding holstein steers for beef and the meat on them was competitive with angus and hereford.
 
This is for all the "younger" folks to help them understand what was so good about the "Good Old Days" Or perhaps as Roy Clark puts it in a well known song "Yesterday, When I Was Young"

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Can you believe that Stud (taken in 1958 when I was 20 maybe a month before turning 21) on the left is the same guy as that tired old codger on the right? Well lookin' and feelin' like I did then is what was so good about the "Good Old Days"

I think Smitty has a good idea here... all of those in our "Golden Years" should attach pictures of ourselves from the "good ole" day when we were younger and now ....

First is from my navy days.. age 22 at a buddy's parent's house...
Second is from 2012 with LOML when we went down to see the Sandhill Cranes preserve.

BTW, also used to be able to hoist 100 lbs feed sacks, even as skinny as I was at 19-20... I only weighed 133 lbs when I went into the navy, gained 15 lbs in boot camp and held that weight until I was 50... the year I married LOML and then gained 35 more pounds in the first year...
now at age 72 and 200+/- lbs a feed sack 100 lbs today could just as well weigh 500... if I could lift it, couldn't carry it more than a couple of feet before my breath gives out...
 

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This is for all the "younger" folks to help them understand what was so good about the "Good Old Days" Or perhaps as Roy Clark puts it in a well known song "Yesterday, When I Was Young"

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Can you believe that Stud (taken in 1958 when I was 20 maybe a month before turning 21) on the left is the same guy as that tired old codger on the right? Well lookin' and feelin' like I did then is what was so good about the "Good Old Days"

I think Smitty has a good idea here... all of those in our "Golden Years" should attach pictures of ourselves from the "good ole" day when we were younger and now ....

First is from my navy days.. age 22 at a buddy's parent's house...
Second is from 2012 with LOML when we went down to see the Sandhill Cranes preserve.
Hey! "Sparks" I was an ET but don't think I have a picture in a dress Uniform.
 
In the photo on the left I think, but am not absolutely certain, I was working on an Electronic Counter Measures Antenna. I think we had to replace the armored cable from the antenna to a junction box somewhere below.

The look on your face in that "kid" picture seems to say "Never mind what the hell I'm doing -- TAKE A HIKE!". :smile:

The crazy thing about growing old: I look in the mirror and see this youthful looking 61 year old. And then I see family pictures with kids and grandkids, and wonder "Who is that old guy in the picture?"
 
Yea, I'm a;ways shocked when I look at a mirror, always thinking now who on earth is that guy, when it's the old guy looking back at me.
 
Ah, yes. I dream of the 'good' days of my youth as I am now less capable (physically) in the 'old' -- or is the 'gold' -- days.
 
Consider yourselves fortunate/blessed. Many people in the past, including one second ago, Worldometers - real time world statistics didn't get the opportunity to grow old, for any number of reasons.
And that changes nothing about why we call them "the good old days". My signature line says it all.

It wasn't meant to change anything. Did my post really warrant an insult? I think not. Have a nice evening...
Just exactly what insult would you be talking about Joe????
 
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