seems like a bit of nostalgia to be reading again about McD's, etc, & the 'Chain Fest'... 'cause I remember comments about frequency, or not, of eating fast food & other places. IE: I can't remember the last time I've been to McD's...
re: nostalgia, as long as one doesn't just live in the past... my ex's family did so. No exaggeration, always. Never, ever planned for anything in the future, not even dinner, until it was time to eat --- hmmm, maybe they did a lot of fast-food, 'cause that's what was available... hahaha. They would spend hours HOURS looking at old pictures & wanting to talk about them.... as far as improving one's mood, or keeping one from being depressed... perhaps there's a 'fine line', like I said, don't JUST live in the past. Ex sister-in-law attempted suicide so many times lost count. Attention grabbing attempts, not serious. Ex MIL major major hoarder & agoraphobic.
To me nostalgia continues when I do things that we did as a family!! My Dad, who loved children, even dedicated a ‘Childrens Day’. Family night at the Detroit Tigers; Riding the Horse drawn Carriages throughout Mackinaw Island; Playing Monopoly; Eating Coney Island Hotdogs; Going to the ZOO; St. Clair River And Harsens Island in our Houseboat; Walking the Mackinaw Bridge!!!!…
My grandfather was the one who always had candies in his pocket. Gross humbugs, but still candy. My dad had a candy dish in the living room, we would sit on the kitchen and you could hear the grandkids whispering and trying to open the jar very quietly. Now I find that I always have candies in my pockets and TicTacs in my bag.
Speaking of nostalgia, my dad used to make 150 pounds of garlic sausage every fall. It was quite the production. Dad would put a huge pile of ground beef on the kitchen table and play around with the spices until he was happy, then other would help to mix the meat up to make sure the spices were distributed. Then Mom would get the casings in place on a hand powered grinder and someone would push the meat into the grinder while someone else powered the grinder. It was always good sausage! My hubby was cleaning out some boxes and came across some photos of a sausage making day, good memories.
I always thought that governments were not above the law, but it sounds like Trump thinks he is supreme ruler and answers to no one. Sad state for a country to be in.
Johnny Rockets does this for me.
seems like a bit of nostalgia to be reading again about McD's, etc, & the 'Chain Fest'... 'cause I remember comments about frequency, or not, of eating fast food & other places. IE: I can't remember the last time I've been to McD's...
re: nostalgia, as long as one doesn't just live in the past... my ex's family did so. No exaggeration, always. Never, ever planned for anything in the future, not even dinner, until it was time to eat --- hmmm, maybe they did a lot of fast-food, 'cause that's what was available... hahaha. They would spend hours HOURS looking at old pictures & wanting to talk about them.... as far as improving one's mood, or keeping one from being depressed... perhaps there's a 'fine line', like I said, don't JUST live in the past. Ex sister-in-law attempted suicide so many times lost count. Attention grabbing attempts, not serious. Ex MIL major major hoarder & agoraphobic.
To me nostalgia continues when I do things that we did as a family!! My Dad, who loved children, even dedicated a ‘Childrens Day’. Family night at the Detroit Tigers; Riding the Horse drawn Carriages throughout Mackinaw Island; Playing Monopoly; Eating Coney Island Hotdogs; Going to the ZOO; St. Clair River And Harsens Island in our Houseboat; Walking the Mackinaw Bridge!!!!…
My grandfather was the one who always had candies in his pocket. Gross humbugs, but still candy. My dad had a candy dish in the living room, we would sit on the kitchen and you could hear the grandkids whispering and trying to open the jar very quietly. Now I find that I always have candies in my pockets and TicTacs in my bag.
Speaking of nostalgia, my dad used to make 150 pounds of garlic sausage every fall. It was quite the production. Dad would put a huge pile of ground beef on the kitchen table and play around with the spices until he was happy, then other would help to mix the meat up to make sure the spices were distributed. Then Mom would get the casings in place on a hand powered grinder and someone would push the meat into the grinder while someone else powered the grinder. It was always good sausage! My hubby was cleaning out some boxes and came across some photos of a sausage making day, good memories.
I always thought that governments were not above the law, but it sounds like Trump thinks he is supreme ruler and answers to no one. Sad state for a country to be in.