Growing up in the 1950s was a time when “going green” was something you did on St. Patty’s Day. “Spam” was a weekly staple on the family menu. A “mouse” was a rodent that would startle Mom as it scurried across the kitchen floor. A “blackberry” was an ingredient in a pie or jam. A “cookie” was something your grandmother baked. A “tweet” was the noise a songbird made. “Pin it” was what you did when your zipper jumped the track. “Going viral” meant you were coming down with the Asian flu. A “smart phone” had a rotary dial and no party line, and an “iPad” was a sterile cotton patch you taped over an injured eye. The closest thing to “Facebook” was the annual school yearbook, and a “friend” was someone you were close to and physically spent time with.
A “good friend” was well…like your teeth. You had a limited number of them to last you an entire lifetime. You could survive without them, but having them made life much more enjoyable, and if you didn’t take good care of them, you could lose them forever.
My family members were some of the best friends I ever had.

RW
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