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MOMSACOMIC
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New Rochelle, New York, United States of America
Birthday
November 15
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I know every now and then it comes to my mind that time is going. Time seems to be prevalent in determining how we do what with the time we have. Do we spend time with family and friends? Do we get those last minute details done to the last detail for a birthday party, or for a wedding? I actually have both, tomorrow is my one daughters birthday, she will be nineteen. She has a beautiful baby boy who is now 4 months old. He is adorable, and is a pleasure to have around. I am happy to report that my other daughter will be going for 25 in May, and is planning to marry a wonderful man in Sept. of 12. There plans seem to coming along, and I am happy for them. My other son and his wife still live in with us, as things are quite expensive, this is a very common thread it seems in this day and age. Things cost a lot and people are utilizing the most out of coupons, and fixing stuff as opposed to running out and buying more. My oldest son is with a wonderful girl with children from her previous marraige and he has other things hes always into. I would hope that one day when I am not around anymore, my family will remain close. I love Sunday's as they are truly a time for family.

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FEBRUARY 12, 2011 8:45AM

What Was My 70's Like?

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These are some of my memorable songs that I enjoyed time after time, afterall in those days time seemed endless. Here these songs still exist as if kept in a capsule of time that has been carefully stored in my mind and heart. They are songs that I grew up forever ago, never giving thought that as I looked out the window that time was looking back. I forgot all that and lived in the moment and forgot that as time parreled such events as life, that life also lives as art. That road always seemed apt, I could fly in those days past events, both in and through sleep and gracefully land where ever I'd find my feet.

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One of the other songs I resonated with was by a group by the name of "Paper Lace", I'd never to this day quite heard a song like "The Night Chicago Died". It has something for everyone, it has an incredible rhythym, and the strum of the guitar taking on the steps of a marching band, with phrases like "back in the USA", sends chills down my spine. I can't but help relive the exilhiration of knowing at that time as a 13 year old with flower child ideas, but still with my strict old fashioned Italian mother, there'd be some relief. It was going to be all right, Mama as you will see embeded in this video. You brought up a daughter with a enough rebellion to align the South with the North.

"Billy Don't Be a Hero" was another great song, I was still a bit youngish to get the full implication of how truly sad this song was. It wouldn't be until latter that my cousin was drafted, (I get chills as I write this) that the thought of it all seems to come flooding in to my mind, the could be's, the would's, and should's of it were simply unimanginable, as children and I must re-emphasize what it could have been like being a dopey kid with some box of cereal in front of you with a newscaster like Walter Grimsby, staring back at you from a battle field somewhere in Vietnam, and telling people the grim news that was part of what you called everday life. Even looking at shows like "The Wonder Years", made it all come back alive, those short dresses, young girls with long hair, and all the 70's nostalgia come flooding back into my mind.

Time capsules like butter on toast, thinking the world was perfect no matter what, (wasn't it)?

Then there were a number of songs that I embedded here for all to enjoy, I know I certain did at that time and still do. Thank-You Ishmoopie for sharing your Grham Nash Video's the one I resonated with the most was easily "Our House", thats where I live all the time, in my house. Whether anybody sees me looking out the windows of time, I know that what I see is what I see. It dosen't belong to anybody, but me and as time takes me by the hand, it leads me to belive in those thought bubbles that carry me away to a place I can relive these great memories as though they were still here and part of me today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wow. This will be a fun Saturday.
I go to use a neighbors high speed.
My contraption is sure wacky today.
My last banter would not go nowhere.
I'd 'hit' send and no would go to a`moo.
I'll email Sam Kass and my Yiddish pals.

If I told of my 70's you would no believe.
I swam in Israel's Dead Sea. I did a kibbutz.
I got out of Israel. A Yom Kippur war began.

I wandered the globe in a cow canonic mood.
In 1973 I thought the gods were gonna fry me.
I jumped from one hot pot pan to the next hell.

I am still trying my dung`ness to download @ `
Big Salon.
I might move to another web. Buttercup Street?
I may view Alter/Net and/or Gillian's Great Blog.
Gillian loves Sunday Saunas and Dawn does too.
Woman wood workers get dusty and smell good.
Big Bull.
They have a pleasant lavender aroma. So gentle.
Their voices seem like bluebird singsongs tunes.
They are not big blurs who hate hummingbirds.
Later?
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