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Conservation and Recycling

This was posted on Awake & Aging’s Facebook Fan Page. I certainly agree with it. When I was young, growing up in Maryland, we had milk delivered by Mount Ararat Dairy. When we moved out of their service area. We got milk from Chrome Dairy, where we picked up the milk in glass bottles, left a deposit, and you returned the bottles when you picked up more. The deposit return went toward the new bill. I am already past my first half century, so I am old enough to remember much of this. Hope you enjoy it.

Being Green

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.

The woman apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this green thing back in my earlier days.”

The young clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations.”

She was right — our generation didn’t have the green thing in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were truely recycled.

But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags.

But too bad we didn’t do the green thing back then.

We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.

But she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.

But that young lady is right; we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.

But she’s right; we didn’t have the green thing back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.

But we didn’t have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.

But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then?

Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smartass young person.

We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss us off.

Time to Ponder

I am on vacation today. I’ve no plans for today other than run a couple errands. So I relaxed on the couch listening to various podcasts over my phone. The podcasts were about the roles of husbands and wives in a Christian home. The preacher told a story of a 5-year old boy who was attending the dedication of his newborn sister. The preacher blessed the child and asked God that the children be raised in a Christian family. The little boy began to cry. When the father asked the boy why he was crying, he said, “I don’t want to be with a Christian family, I want to be with you and Mom.”

I had an opportunity to be part of a family gathering in Connecticut with Theresa’s family last weekend. A conversation changed course to reminiscing about things we did but no longer do, at least not as much. I expressed to one of her relatives that I am amazed at what changes have occurred in my life, even in the smallest of ways. Most of us think of changes in big ways, such as marriage, divorce, religion, careers and revelations. However, I was thinking about other changes, those more subtle.

I find that I like steak more than before. I was never fond of steak. I never found it to taste much different than any other beef product. I always felt that beef was beef. I always enjoyed pork (Homer Simpson’s magic meat animal). The differences in tastes and preparation always kept pork interesting to me. I now notice and appreciate the subtle differences in the taste of different cuts of beef.

I have always enjoyed music and now find that I now enjoy a wider variety. I have become much more eclectic. This eclectic approach is showing up more and more, not just in music or food taste but in other areas as well. I consider this a good thing. I continually look forward to learn other cultures and different points of view. Our maturity teaches us that we need to see the world, not as we expect it to be, but as it is and as it could be. That richness comes from appreciating what we have and seeing the beauty and blessings that surround us.

Acknowledging that things will always change, our likes and dislikes, our health, our stamina, our expectations, our dreams, our desires, it should prompt us to always work hard in discovering not only who we are, but those around us. We need to pay attention to the changes in the ones we love most, so that we can better appreciate and love them.

As I mature, in age and wisdom, I find the world more fascinating than ever before. I am more thankful for what I have, the experiences, the trials, the lessons learned. As we grow up, we tend to limit our world view to our immediate surroundings, not realizing the struggles of the rest of the world. The media tends to concentrate on what is dark, but there are millions of people out there that represent the beautiful light of potential, happiness, love and tenderness. Even though I do not like seeing the tragedies that occur in the world, it usually is followed by an outpouring of love, caring and commitment. This gives me continued hope in the world; even with all of its problems, the glimmer of light is still there.

I am not sure if you have ever been involved in a candle ceremony, but when you light your neighbors candle with your own, you don’t lose the light you have, you merely increase the light around you. It represents love and caring, which grows the more you give it away. Do not hide your light under a basket; share your love and caring with the world.

Heat of the Day

Karg emerged from the cool cave. The heat of the air smacked his face. There was a breeze but it provided no relief. He gazed into the purple sky. “No clouds in sight today”, he thought to himself. He could feel the burning rays from the three suns, Gan to the West, the twins, Lar and Kor to the East.

He checked the earthen oven for the panne bread he placed there yesterday. It would be baked by now. That was one advantage to the heat. He needed no fire. The grasses were dry and the brook was dry. The rainy season was at least four moons away. When Gan, Lar and Kor hung lowest in the sky, every now an then Yijr, the moon, would appear brilliantly orange. It was a truly beautiful sight to behold.

The panne bread was done. Karg gathered the loaves and returned to the cool of the cave. Along with the mushrooms that grew throughout the cave and the worg fruit from the last rain season, he enjoyed a simple meal with his family. A cool breeze moved by their table, the air cooled by the underground springs.

It was a great way to start the day. Now to wait for the heat of the day to pass. Karg found it hard to get motivated by his chores for the day outside when the spring pool seemed so inviting. But Karg knew his duty to his family. He was a provider, and a good one. Just a little while longer and he could face the heat of the day.

Festival of Charred Flesh

WARNING!! This is not my usual fare for this blog. This is me having a bit of fun. I wrote fantasy stories when I was younger and woke up the other morning inspired to write this one. Please read it to the end. Your first thoughts might betray you about this story. I hope you have fun reading this. It also goes to show how powerful words can be and the images they create, and how the eyes of the beholder may perceive something completely different.

Festival of Charred Flesh

The Sky Watchers gazed into the dishes that reflected the near heavens seeking the intentions of nature’s forces. The Sky Watchers speak with authority but when their words proved untrue, their defense was that nature deceives and practices trickery. The feast day approaches and the Sky Watchers speak of rain, yet many are undeterred.

There are those that abhor the eating of flesh, calling those that do “murderers.” Yet, those that are killed were bred to be killed just for purposes as these. They are killed quickly; their flesh cleaved from their bodies. Sometimes their flesh is ground with the flesh of others.

On such feast days there are great battles. Warriors fight to invade land and conquer defenses. Even though most do not participate, they become part of the battle through the magic of the far-sight boxes.

The feast celebration begins with the building of a great fire that will cook the flesh of the dead. Some of the flesh may even be offered to the dogs of the feast goers. Bread is shaped to match that of the prepared flesh. Concoctions and mixtures of grain, fruit and sweetened water abound. Festival salad and deserts are prepared and served. The Feast of Charred Flesh has begun. The preparers boast of their skills to warm the flesh, seasoning and bathing it in flavors to excite the palate, careful to pour off the blood that sometimes accompanies the package.

The feast ends early as the promised rain spoken of by the Sky Watchers begins to fall. Grab the hamburgers, hotdogs and steaks. The party continues indoors with the far-sight box bringing forth images of battles, where warriors fight for the right to battle again.  Some say that any day is a good day for a cookout and a football game.