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This is Georgia’s going to town for a funeral outfit–to the “big” town 20 minutes away, the county seat where they have things like restaurants. Doesn’t this hat make her look as if she’s prepared to go motoring across the English countryside? We went to lunch after the funeral. She said, “I was the only one there wearing a hat.” At 78, she walks in the foreign land of people younger than her, a land she doesn’t quite understand. They weren’t wearing hats at the funeral! What’s wrong with them?!
And I find myself, at my age, not just her guide, but the guide to my teenage children, who also walk in a foreign land sometimes in this small town where we have “antiques” like gas pumps with no pay-at-the-pump slot. I am the in-between, the guide, the sandwich generation between Georgia’s childhood without TV and my children’s childhoods with the world wide web bred into their bones.
In our little town, we had a little gas station with a little old man who would come out and pump my gas. Full service!! No card slots in the machines. These are the machines I remember from my childhood. The only machines Georgia has ever known, and machines my children had never seen before in our former suburban lives. The first time they came with me to get gas, they were baffled when I didn’t jump out of the car. We sat there for a minute and finally one of them said, “Aren’t you going to get gas?” I said, “Yes.” The little old man came out and pumped my gas. My children nearly fell over with shock. I loved that little old gas station and the little old man. He always called me “honey” and if I wanted a bottle of water and a candy bar, he’d bring that out to the car for me, too. A few months ago, he retired due to health problems and we’re all waiting, hopefully, for someone to buy the gas station, and praying they’ll give full service, because we are all so spoiled.
Georgia got her gas at the little old gas station from the little old man for years and years. Before that, her husband (now deceased) got her gas for her, so she had to learn how to get her own gas after the little old gas station closed. Sometimes I get gas for her. The other day, after we had lunch and before we left the “big” town, we stopped by the gas station. I got out, pumped the gas, and got back in the car. Georgia said, “Aren’t you going to pay?” I said, “I already paid.” She stared at me, not unlike my children stared at me when I didn’t get out of the car to pump the gas myself the first time they came with me to the little old gas station. I explained, “I put my card in the slot and I paid at the pump.”
Georgia said, “Oh my. I didn’t know you could do that.”
I said, “You need to get the bank to give you a debit card.”
She said, “Oh no, no, no!”
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Notice how we pay more and more for less service these days? In just about everything? Funny about that….
Georgia seems like a real old doll, a sweetie. :smile:
-Kim
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I am writing because I wanted to share a story of my WV grandmother who reminded me a lot of your Aunt. Grandma was 90+ and we all piled into my daughters SUV to go someplace-Grandma in the passenger seat. We were riding along and Grandma accidently hit the switch for the electric window. She said, Shari, something’s wrong, my window went down.” My daughter. knowing what had happened, reached for her own switch and said “That’s alright Grandma, I’ll take care of it.” Grandma’s reply was, “Well don’t worry about it because it already went back up by itself.”
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What my own grandmother would have called “salt of the earth”.
What’s her thinking of 52?
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I’m with Georgia (is it pronounced Georgie? That’s the way most names that end in “ia” are pronounced in Jackson County). I prefer smaller and slower. We took our satellite out 2 years ago and don’t miss it. We have time to think again.
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Yesterday, when we got up to go to church, I took the flashlight (as it was still dark) and looked outside at my little window thermometer…it was exactly 0 degrees!! EEEKKK!!! :weather: :eek: Today is a LITTLE better, but not much. Right now it’s still in the 20′s. Oh well, isn’t that what’s supposed to happen in the winter?
Blessings from Ohio…
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I stopped there to pick up snacks for the kids before a long road trip right before they closed, and all the food tasted like cigarette smoke. *gag*
I am sad that it closed, though. You just don’t find full-service gas stations anywhere anymore!