Why My Superhero?

Hi there
Frankly, I’m sick of the sound of my own voice today so I’ll just get right to it:

This week’s page is “Why my Superhero?” – Now, here you can think out the box. This does not automatically have to be of a man like your husband or father but can really be of anyone you would consider your Superhero (friend, brother, Nelson Mandela, sister, Oprah or what have you). I did mine of Precious (aka Phil). (I tried to get him to dress the part in my homemade Superman outfit and he seemed to be going along with it just fine but baulked when I tried to get him to slip into my tights). Obviously a vital part of the page is the journaling. I thought it would be a lovely idea if you were to do the page of your husband, and then get the kid to write a bit about why his/her dad is his/her Super Hero. Would be a lovely thing to look back on.
And the pics you need?:
2 jumbo portrait
4 (2up) landscape – ie two pictures printed onto one jumbo
Unless you tell a very long story with loads of hand movements, this page is really quick. I suggest you bring along some unfinished pages to while away the last hour of the workshop.
I’ll try and get the pic of the page off to you by Sunday.

Next week’s evening class is Thursday 29th. Let me know if you can make it.

I’ve got some really lovely new papers in – I’ve already packed them into great kits. So look out for some fun pages coming up.

That’s all for this week, hope something exciting happens soon in the world of scrapping before we all expire from boredom.
Have a marvelous weekend. Blessings to you
Alison

Just this week we were talking about stuff that really ages you, like knowing the lyrics to a seriously old song and remembering washtub wringers, when I received this email. Boy, did it date me! See if it does the same to you. If not, I don’t really want to hear about it thank you.

Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favourite 'fast food' when you were growing up?

''We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,' I informed him.'All the food was slow.'

'C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?'

'It was a place called 'home,'' I explained. !

'Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate, I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.'

By this time, the lad was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I'd figured his system could have handled it:

Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore jeans, set foot on a golf course, travelled out of the country or had a credit card.

My parents never drove me to school. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow).

We didn't have a television in our house until I was 10. It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at 10 pm, after playing the national anthem and epilogue; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people...

I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.

Pizzas were not delivered to our home... But milk was.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers --My brother delivered a newspaper, seven days a week. He had to get up at 6AM every morning.

Film stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the films. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or almost anything offensive.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?

MEMORIES from a friend:

My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother' s house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it... I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to 'sprinkle' clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.How many do you remember?

Headlight dip-switches on the floor of the car.

Ignition switches on the dashboard.

Trouser leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.

Soldering irons you heated on a gas burner.

Using hand signals for cars without turn indicators.

Older Than Dirt Quiz:

Count all the ones that you remember, not the ones you were told about.Ratings at the bottom.

1. Sweet cigarettes

2. Coffee shops with juke boxes

3. Home milk delivery in glass bottles

4. Party lines on the telephone

5. Newsreels before the movie

6. TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning.(There were only 2 channels [if you were fortunate])

7. Peashooters

8. 33 rpm records

9. 45 RPM records

10. Hi-fi's

11. Metal ice trays with levers

12. Blue flashbulb

13. Cork popguns

14. Wash tub wringers

If you remembered 0-3 = You’re still young

If you remembered 3-6 = You are getting older

If you remembered 7-10= Don't tell your age

If you remembered 11-14 = You're positively ancient!

I must be 'positively ancient' but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.