Showing posts with label atomic bomb. Show all posts
Showing posts with label atomic bomb. Show all posts

Monday, February 6, 2012

Still Here

My generation was the first generation to grow up under the shadow of the atomic bomb.  We were all persuaded that we would be dead before we turned thirty.  Well, the world didn't blow up - although there were a couple of close calls (see Bay of Pigs).   

Then we were sure the world would come to an end in 2000.  Either Nostradamus would be correct and there was nothing after 2000, or Y2K would crash all of the computers.  That was supposed to include all government computers, satellites, car engines, personal computers, etc.  Banks would crash, trucks wouldn't be able to deliver food supplies, and probably the electric grid would collapse.

Neither of those things happened.  In fact, my generation has begun to retire after a long and full life.  Who'd a thunk it? 

My baby sister became a grandmother yesterday for the second time.  She now has one of each.  Here is one of the most beautiful pictures I have ever seen in my life.


Not only did the world not come to an end, not only have we - for the most part - survived, we still see wonderful things, miracles even, on a daily basis.  

Thanks for visiting with me.

Kathi

Friday, July 1, 2011

Senior Status

Goodwill gives special discounts to seniors on Wednesdays around here.  I had to laugh when I would go in and claim the discount - and got carded.  Imagine being carded because you look too young for a senior discount! 

Ivy Tech offers free tuition to seniors (with certain qualifications).  I went in today to sign up for some classes.  Somehow even being carded now is becoming less funny. 

When I was in college during the Viet Nam War, having started life shortly after the blowing up of the first atomic bombs, my generation was persuaded that we would never live past the age of 30.  Well, we passed 30 - and were astounded.  Then we passed 40, and then 50.  Now my BABY sister is 50 and I'm a "Senior". 

I'm still amazed we haven't blown ourselves up.  Maybe that's a little PTSD from the atomic bomb drills of my youth.

Thanks for visiting with me.

Kathi