tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776665703590564248.post8967310010061356639..comments2024-03-27T01:57:19.605-04:00Comments on Return To Excellence: Nostalgic Message For America From MalaysiaReturnToExcellence.nethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18149859814999976879noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776665703590564248.post-63213102411759420972011-06-13T18:59:05.531-04:002011-06-13T18:59:05.531-04:00Hate to admit it but during these years I was marr...Hate to admit it but during these years I was married already and my own kids heard this music on Bandstand!! Talk about old!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776665703590564248.post-44127003333668133012011-06-13T18:57:26.308-04:002011-06-13T18:57:26.308-04:00Nostalgic piece was very good. Brings back memori...Nostalgic piece was very good. Brings back memories riding NYC subway when the fare was 5 cents & traveling by car using Brooklyn Bridge to NYC from Brooklyn - toll fee -zero (no tolls at that time).<br /><br />Also I remember going to see "old" movies at local theatre - husband ran the projector and wife took in the money (two cents) from small booth located at entrance to theatre - you could sit there all day seeing same movie several times, which some people did.<br /><br />You may not recall - at end of World War II General Eisenhower was being groomed to run for president. During the war, he was stationed in London and had a pretty female jeep driver. Whether he had an affair with her is not known but they were close. Ike was told he had to say married. He was to eliminate romance with the driver - if he did not his chances of being Pres. nil.<br /><br />The rest is history - he ran and won.The Historiannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776665703590564248.post-66322258582469764182011-06-13T00:04:13.298-04:002011-06-13T00:04:13.298-04:00I well remember much of what was on the video....f...I well remember much of what was on the video....feel so blessed to have been part of those wonderful years.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776665703590564248.post-59274168914445292042011-06-13T00:03:05.435-04:002011-06-13T00:03:05.435-04:00Doug, I loved this. I was born in 1953, and my ch...Doug, I loved this. I was born in 1953, and my childhood was very like that depicted.<br /><br />I miss privacy. I miss modesty. I miss business clothes, men in suits with hats and ties. (If men knew how attractive a well cut suit makes a man look, they'd wear them mowing the lawn.<br /><br />I miss the absence of profanity. I can remember my father swearing only once. <br /><br />I miss getting a 200+ Christmas cards - and my Dad worked in the post office and my mom not at all till I was in high school.<br /><br />I miss libraries that are silent, men that give me their seat on the subway and hold the door open for me.<br /><br />I miss the assumption of the virtue of honest labor, irrespective of the color of the laborer's collar.<br /><br />I miss being "Miss Powers" or, for 35+ years, "Mrs. Morrow": speaking to someone using their first name should be a privilege, not an entitlement.<br /><br />But it's a great comfort knowing that there are quite a few of us who share a number of these sentiments.<br /><br />Hope you're well. Hugs to Carol!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com