When I was a kid, Mom used to send me to the corner store with a dollar, and I’d come home with a loaf of bread, a bottle of milk, a sack of oranges, a box of cereal, a bunch of bananas, and a dozen eggs. Can’t do that today. Too many flippin’ security cameras.
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
Bob's brother Otto
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's sister-in-law Sybil
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Bob's nephew Virgil, who loves sports
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's nephew Baxter
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
Yep – Those were the good ol’ days BB – Sigh 😄😄😄
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No kidding. Nostalgia ain’t what it used to be.
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That’s for sure, but there again, sometime in the future, TODAY will become nostalgic 🙀😱
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
BlueBird is having a Nostalgia Attack 😄😄😄
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Thank you for re-blogging. 🙂
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Always welcome BB 😀
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Reblogged this on Oyia Brown.
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Thanks for the re-blog!
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My grandmother used to send me to the store with 50 cents–I was maybe 6 or 7 and could pick up her pack of L&M filterless smokes and still have enough left over for a can of Cherokee Red soda and 3 pretzel rods out of the big glass jar on the counter. That was around 1972.
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Back in the old days, many adults thought nothing of sending a small child to go buy cigarettes for them, and no one raised an eyebrow. Any adult who tried that today had better be prepared for a visit from the police and Child Protective Services.
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Hilarious. Thanks so much for sharing. 🙂
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Thanks for reading!
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Very funny!
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LOL
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😀 — Suzanne
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[…] Those were the days […]
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