60 years sure changes things.
I remember my grandfather commenting about the cost for a loaf of bread... 12 cents a loaf and he proclaimed "That really burns my ass"
60 years ago I really never got it, or even though that much about it.
Now I get it! Except for now... my general reaction is... "You've got to be shiting me"!
I guess that's really not a word (shiting), and when you logically think about it, ya really can't make sense of that statement... but you know exactly what it means.
No doubt something passed down from my parents, just like my grandfathers saying was probably passed down from his parents. So we may never really know the origins of something "burning my ass", nor the origins of "are you shiting me". The original origins lost to the ages.
But I have to guess that my grandkids have the same facial expression as I did 60 years ago listening to my grandfather... when they hear me today.
Of course, the same holds true in reverse... be it the new youth terminology today... well, I find myself asking repeatedly... what do you mean? As if they were speaking a foreign language. Then there's the fact that they can talk three times faster than I can listen. Guess that explains the origins of the phrase" generation gap", which seems more like a canyon than a mere gap.
So here I sit. A quiet afternoon, enjoying a rocking chair on the porch. Listening to the leaves fall from the trees. Yep, its that quiet. No planes, no trains, no automobiles, no kids, no people, no noise of any kind... except nature. Me, thinking about that $4.29 cent loaf of bread in the kitchen.
