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On Reflection
We squirrel away the memories, their details much enhanced.
How is it that they did not leave us as our lives advanced?
As our lives acquired more finesse, the games were not so fun.
We appreciate the playing more now that it is done.
The games we play in later life are done with pens and papers
but oh, we well remember those early childhood capers.
First loves of adolescence as we fumbled through the rules—
how to play the game of love not taught in any schools.
And though our later lives may be filled with fun and zest,
Long afternoons or late at night, old memories are best.
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lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
one pf my favorites
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This is one of my favorites – and, of course, I love the pictures.
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Your childhood photos are much like mine. Grand memories.
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So glad I had an older sister with a camera. It was not the norm back then to take photos.
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As to your comment about it not being the norm to take photos, it made me smile. Here’s another one to add to things millenials just won’t get, like actually dialing an actual phone. 🙂 How wonderful that you have these photos. Photos were rare in our family and to add to that I have a type of phobia about getting my picture taken (have no idea why, but it has been with me since ever). So there are literally only about three photos of me in childhood. Probably less in adulthood, which isn’t so sad. 🙂
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The photos are all the more valuable when there are fewer of them, I think.
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I saw a home video lately where a young person was trying to figure out how to operate her grandmother’s dial up phone and the grandmother was so disgusted with her!
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A friend of mine teaches at the university level. At the end of a term, one of his co-workers gave the students the instructions that for something (I don’t recall), the students could send him a self-addressed stamped envelope. More than half of what the kids gave him were NOT SASE. Several of them were sort of right but sealed shut. They didn’t know what SASE were or how to do them! 😀 and :::facepalm::: Yeah, the world is doomed. 😀
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Hmm. They probably said this about us when we blanked at the mention of carrier pigeons and the pony express!
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I always love seeing your childhood photographs. Love the poetry…I do a fair amount of looking back 🙄
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Ha. I noticed that, Mary.
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Oh I do love the verse and you are so fortunate to have those great photos. You have inspired me to take out my own memory box and look through the photos. Thank you for a lovely post. All my best to you.
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