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My name’s Richard. I’m 74.And I’ve come to realize something about my generation —we are the bridge.We were born in one ...
11/01/2025

My name’s Richard. I’m 74.
And I’ve come to realize something about my generation —
we are the bridge.
We were born in one world…
and grew up in another.
A world where summer meant open windows,
the hum of a box fan,
and the smell of fresh-cut grass drifting down the street.
Where neighbors waved from their porches,
and if your bike chain broke,
you didn’t Google it —
you knocked on a door,
and someone came out with a wrench.
We lived in a world built on patience.
We waited for letters to arrive.
We waited for the library to open.
We waited for our favorite song to play again on the radio —
and when it finally did,
it felt like magic.
Then, almost overnight, everything changed.
Phones shrank.
Music became invisible.
News arrived before the coffee finished brewing.
We learned to type, to swipe, to tap.
We learned to talk to machines — and have them talk back.
We’ve seen milk delivered in glass bottles…
and scanned our own groceries without saying a word.
We’ve dropped coins into payphones…
and made video calls across oceans.
We’ve known the deep quiet of a world without notifications —
and the noise of one that never stops buzzing.
And sometimes, the younger ones look at us like we’re behind.
But what they don’t see is this:
we know both worlds.
We can plant tomatoes and send emails.
We can tell stories without Google —
and then fact-check them with Google.
We know the weight of a handwritten letter
and the reach of a message sent in seconds.
We’ve lived long enough to know
you can change without losing yourself.
That you can honor where you came from
while still learning where the world is headed.
We’ve buried friends and welcomed grandchildren.
We’ve seen diseases disappear and new ones arrive.
We’ve unfolded paper maps —
and followed glowing blue lines on GPS.
We’ve sent postcards with stamps —
and emojis with a single tap.
And maybe that’s our gift:
the memory of a slower, gentler time,
and the courage to adapt to a world that never stops spinning.
We can teach the young that not everything needs to happen instantly.
And remind our peers that it’s never too late to begin again.
Because that’s what we are —
the bridge between what was and what will be.
And as long as we keep standing strong,
the world will always have something solid to cross
on its way forward.
Because every generation builds the road a little further —
and ours?
Ours remembers both the dirt path and the highway.
Let this story reach more hearts. 🧡

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The woman who had the most children in history Valentina Vassilyeva, born in 1707 and died in 1782, is recognized as the “woman who had the most children in history” according to the Guinness Book of Records. She was the first wife of Feodor Vassilyev, a peasant from Shuya, Russia. At this time, there were no methods of contraception, and having children was considered a religious and social obligation for women. Valentina gave birth 27 times, giving birth to 16 sets of twins, seven sets of triplets, and four sets of quadruplets, for a total of an incredible 69 children. Although it may seem unbelievable, this incredible feat has been officially documented and recognized by Guinness World Records.

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So true . . .
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So true . . .

THE POEM THAT ONCE WAS US
A little house with three bedrooms,
One bathroom and one car on the street;
A mower that you had to push
To make the grass look neat.
In the kitchen on the wall
We only had one phone,
And no need for recording things,
Someone was always home.
We only had a living room
Where we would congregate;
Unless it was at mealtime
In the kitchen where we ate.
We had no need for family rooms
Or extra rooms to dine.
When meeting as a family
Those two rooms worked out just fine.
We only had one TV set
And channels, maybe two,
But always there was one of them
With something worth the view
For snacks we had potato chips
That tasted like a chip.
And if you wanted flavor
There was Lipton's onion dip.
Store-bought snacks were rare because
My mother liked to cook,
And nothing can compare to snacks
In Betty Crocker's book
Weekends were for family trips
Or staying home to play.
We all did things together,
Even go to church to pray.
When we did our weekend trips
Depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because
We liked to be together.
Sometimes we would separate
To do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were
Without our own cell phone.
Then there were the movies
With your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare
To watching movies in your car
Then there were the picnics
At the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees
And never need a reason.
Get a baseball game together
With all the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball
And no game video.
Remember when the doctor
Used to be the family friend,
And didn't need insurance
Or a lawyer to defend?
The way that he took care of you
Or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath and strived
To do the best for you.
Remember going to the store
And shopping casually,
And when you went to pay for it
You used your own money?
Nothing that you had to swipe
Or punch in some amount,
And remember when the cashier person
Had to really count?
The milkman used to drive a truck
And go from door to door,
And it was just a few cents more
Than going to the store.
There was a time when mailed letters
Came right to your door,
Without a lot of junk mail ads
Sent out by every store.
The mailman knew each house by name
And knew where it was sent;
There were not loads of mail addressed
To "present occupant”
There was a time when just one glance
Was all that it would take,
And you would know the kind of car,
The model and the make
They didn't look like turtles
Trying to squeeze out every mile;
They were streamlined, white walls, fins and “skirts”,
And really had some style
One time the music that you played
Whenever you would jive,
Was from a vinyl, big-holed record
Called a forty-five
The record player had a post
To keep them all in line,
And then the records would drop down
And play one at a time.
Oh sure, we had our problems then,
Just like we do today
And always we were striving,
To find a better way.
Oh, the simple life we lived,
Still seems like so much fun.
How can you explain the game,
“Just kick the can and run?”
And all us boys put baseball cards
Between our bicycle spokes;
And for a nickel, red machines
Had little bottled Cokes?
This life seemed so much easier;
Slower in some ways.
I love the new technology,
But I sure do miss those days.
So time moves on and so do we,
And nothing stays the same;
But I sure love to reminisce
And walk down memory lane.
With all today's technology
We grant that it's a plus!
But it's fun to look way back and say,
Hey look, guys, THAT WAS US!

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