The Last Person to post wins XVIII

[Orangeredblooded]

That's so sad. There are so many physical memories attached to places.

I just found out that the buyers of my mother's house (bought last August) finally gave up and tore it down after finding too many insurmountable problems for a reno.

@hmanvolfan @theFallGuy and @ other Mempho posters, if you find yourself in East Mempho, between Mendenhall and Perkins, take a turn down Shady Grove Road and look on the south side for where there used to be a house. (Used to be the western corner of Shady Grove and Roane Road, but they closed off Roane in front of her house and created a cul-de-sac.)

Oh well. There is no point in excessive attachments to Things. Enjoy the memories, and move on.

That had to be hard to find out.

 

[tnuhcvols]

Either you were very canny, or your parents were very kind. ;-)

My mom has tons of ammo on me. She doesn't remember that it's there, but it's there.

The seventies marked a lot of changes. I remember when I found my dad's blow-dryer. He was a surgeon in the Army, and I'm pretty sure that he never had hair more than an inch and a half long, but he had a blow dryer. I had never encountered a male, or the depiction of such, who had a blow dryer, or any other type of grooming accessory thingy. Up until then, guys-with-blow-dryers were more in the John Travolta/ Saturday Night Fever vein. Which Daddy definitely was not, lol.

Sorry cant seem to find anything that fits your criteria.

Let me add "that I'm willing to post". In another year or so the feathered hair hit the scene and yes I had a blow dryer

 

[VolNExile]

That had to be hard to find out.

Yeah, it was... interesting.

I didn't grow up in this house, so it wasn't the same as for tnuhcvols, but it was still a shock. Luckily (not really luckily, because I'd rather that she had her original sharp mind), she has mostly forgotten the house that she lived in from (I think) ~1976 to 2009, and now "home" means the house that she grew up in from when she was born in 1927 until she married and moved away in 1945 at age 18. So I don't expect her to ask me how her house on Shady Grove is doing, and (after I remind her that it was sold) what the new owners are doing with it. Because this house no longer exists in her memory, meaning that for her, it doesn't exist at all.

Personal history is such an ephemeral thing! If I weren't around, and when she died, leaving no parents, husband, siblings, kids, and nothing that hit the newspapers, where does that life, and its memories go? If all her contemporaries and friends were gone as well (which is mostly the case), it's as if she never lived at all. Do we leave no footprint on this world?

And yet, we all know (or believe, or at least hope) that we do leave some sort of mark on the world, and on people around us, even when we're not aware of it. There was that guy that stopped that time when we were trying to change a tire, so that we could make our meeting, and that lady who calmly picked up our spilled groceries when our kid had a meltdown in the parking lot, and let us go ahead and cook dinner that night.

We NEVER know the impact that we leave on others as we go about our daily lives, pushing our glasses back up our noses, stepping out of line while (again) trying to find our keys, standing back to let someone go ahead through the door.

 

[Guest]

That's so sad. There are so many physical memories attached to places.

I just found out that the buyers of my mother's house (bought last August) finally gave up and tore it down after finding too many insurmountable problems for a reno.

@hmanvolfan @theFallGuy and @ other Mempho posters, if you find yourself in East Mempho, between Mendenhall and Perkins, take a turn down Shady Grove Road and look on the south side for where there used to be a house. (Used to be the western corner of Shady Grove and Roane Road, but they closed off Roane in front of her house and created a cul-de-sac.)

Oh well. There is no point in excessive attachments to Things. Enjoy the memories, and move on.

This the right location? Can probably get some pics of it tomorrow. House on right with dirt yard is facing Shady Grove @ Colonial Rd

 

[Orangeredblooded]

Yeah, it was... interesting.

I didn't grow up in this house, so it wasn't the same as for tnuhcvols, but it was still a shock. Luckily (not really luckily, because I'd rather that she had her original sharp mind), she has mostly forgotten the house that she lived in from (I think) ~1976 to 2009, and now "home" means the house that she grew up in from when she was born in 1927 until she married and moved away in 1945 at age 18. So I don't expect her to ask me how her house on Shady Grove is doing, and (after I remind her that it was sold) what the new owners are doing with it. Because this house no longer exists in her memory, meaning that for her, it doesn't exist at all.

Personal history is such an ephemeral thing! If I weren't around, and when she died, leaving no parents, husband, siblings, kids, and nothing that hit the newspapers, where does that life, and its memories go? If all her contemporaries and friends were gone as well (which is mostly the case), it's as if she never lived at all. Do we leave no footprint on this world?

And yet, we all know (or believe, or at least hope) that we do leave some sort of mark on the world, and on people around us, even when we're not aware of it. There was that guy that stopped that time when we were trying to change a tire, so that we could make our meeting, and that lady who calmly picked up our spilled groceries when our kid had a meltdown in the parking lot, and let us go ahead and cook dinner that night.

We NEVER know the impact that we leave on others as we go about our daily lives, pushing our glasses back up our noses, stepping out of line while (again) trying to find our keys, standing back to let someone go ahead through the door.[/QUOTE


The reply that I had, was long winded (probably prophetic, lol).... I’m so sorry.

 

[NorCalVol67]

Let me add "that I'm willing to post". In another year or so the feathered hair hit the scene and yes I had a blow dryer

My hair is long enough now I could part it down the middle and blow it out.

 

[tnuhcvols]

My hair is long enough now I could part it down the middle and blow it out.

I'll miss my 2nd haircut this week. I think disrupting my routine bothers me more than having my hair all mussed up

 

[joevol33]

You all need to just shave your head!!

 

[Tin Man]

Whippersnappers...

 

[joevol33]

Tell'em!

 

[Rocky_Top_Vol13]

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[hmanvolfan]

Touchdown!

 

[Hoosier_Vol]

Feels like dead of Winter outside today

 

[hmanvolfan]

Chilly here as well.

 

[Rocky_Top_Vol13]

Not to bad here...I like the cool down. Feels nice outside.

 

[Souce]

2 point conversion!

 

[joevol33]

Wind is ferocious, but it's pretty now.

 

[Souce]

Joe, is Hawg Wild ok?

 

[malinoisvol]

Uhh... I owned a blow dryer in the 70s.

Haven't had the need for one since, tho.

 

[rocytop2624]

Wtf is that?

 

[82_VOL_83]

My hair is long enough now I could part it down the middle and blow it out.

All one of them?

 

[rocytop2624]

That's why I enjoy pics. I wonder about the story behind them, weird I know, but I just do. That's why I like the graveyard walks. It's a VFW (veterans of foreign wars) cemetery. I'll wonder about their stories as we see tge names.

I hate graveyards and pawnshop's for they remind me of things I have lost.

 

[joevol33]

Joe, is Hawg Wild ok?

Yep!!

 

[joevol33]

This popped up on my Facebook memories. Old pic of me and my sister.

 

[Rocky_Top_Vol13]

What happened?