Daily Encourgement, Life in General

Oldies are the Goodies

An up-all-night movie-a-thon.

Do you ever feel a sense of nostalgia?

Geez! What am I thinking?

Of course you do.

Who doesn’t ever sit and reminisce about their younger years?

This evening I started feeling a little icky and couldn’t sleep so I got up to watch a movie, Dirty Dancing.

Watching that movie brought back many memories of different movies we watched as youngsters which then prompted me to keep watching movies.

Some of my favorite movies as an 80’s/90’s childhood are:

  • Dirty Dancing. My sisters and I would sit for hours and keep rewinding the videos just far enough to rewatch the ending. Yes, videos! I am that old!
  • Footloose. Another movie we rewind far enough just to rewatch the ending.
  • The Goonies. Something about a group of teens finding treasure that was just so appealing to our young minds.
  • Big. You know the movie of a boy who goes to a carnival and visits the Zoltar machine to make a wish that ends up being granted, just not quite like the boy expected.
  • Teen Witch. You have to remember that movie! A run of the mill average girl, nothing special who gains popularity almost overnight and ends up dating that sexy beast of a guy. There isn’t a girl in the world who didn’t want to be that girl in the movie.
  • Mannequin. If you don’t know that movie then you definitely weren’t raised in the 80’s!
  • Grease. This is another movie that got rewound over and over just far enough to watch the ending again.
  • Splash. Remember the beautiful girl that the guys falls in love with who just so happens to turn into a mermaid when she’s in water. Oh, how we wished to be mermaids?
  • E.T. Of course, any 80’s child’s movie collection is not complete without this popular alien movie.
  • Back to the Futures. In homeschool this past year, my kids got a kick out of watching those movies on the day that was the future in the movie: October 21, 2015.

Oh, the memories of childhood. The kids these days don’t even know. I watch my kids now, watch them in their interactions, their play, their growing and learning. It’s amazing. I, as a child, didn’t have the nintendos or the ataris or any other popular game systems of that era. We maybe had some card games and board games that we played. Religiously. Mostly, though, we were outdoors. We got creative in our play. We had to. We didn’t have money growing up which means we didn’t get all the toys, the fancy bikes, etc. We got creative. We made houses out of leaves raked into squares and rows to imitate the walls. We played in mud holes. We climbed trees and played hide-n-seek. We ran through the fields picking wild flowers and playing chase. We played war in the woods beside our house.

Lordy mercy, it’s hard for me to believe I am old enough to have these memories. But hey, they say oldies are goodies.

What are some of your favorite movies from the 80’s and 90’s?




Life in General

To Honor My Dad

My daddy was a long haul trucker for a long time, half  my life at least, maybe a little longer. He’s long since ‘retired’ from that line of work, but those memories are tucked safely in my heart. Not because I feel bad about it, but because I understand. I remember growing up and certain songs would always bring him to mind if he was out on the road. Although there are a few, one song still takes me back to my childhood years when daddy was on the road and it’s like I’m there all over again. It makes me cry but I don’t really know why. Sadness, maybe, at what was, a sense of nostalgia, or just simpler times. Could be that the lyrics so closely resembled my family’s life: daddy was a trucker, momma at home with three little kids (sad faces) asking about daddy, and he always told us he loved us before he left. He always wanted a new picture of my mom and us three girls when he left. Could be anything, I guess, but no matter, it’s a memory I will always treasure. The song: Roll On by Alabama.

“Roll On (Eighteen Wheeler)”

Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler, roll on. (roll on.)

Well, it’s Monday morning, he’s kissin’ momma goodbye
He’s up and gone with the sun
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And he’s off on a midwest run
As three sad faces gather round momma
They ask her when daddy’s comin’ home
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And they sure miss him when he’s gone (yeah they do)
Ah, but he calls them everynight
And he tells them that he loves them
And he taught them this song to sing.


Well, it’s Wednesday evening, momma’s waitin by the phone
It rings but it’s not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has found a jackknifed rig
In a snow bank in Illinois
But the driver was missin’
And the search had been abandoned.
‘Cause the weather had everything stalled
And they had checked all the houses and the local motels
When they had some more news they’d call
And she told them when they found him
To tell him that she loved him
And she hung up the phone singin’.


Momma and the children will be waiting up all night long
Thinkin’ nothing but the worst is comin’
With the ringin’ of the telephone
Oh, but the man upstairs was listening
When momma asked him to bring daddy home
And when the call came in it was daddy on the other end
Askin’ her if she had been singin’ the song, singin’.



Roll on
Roll on…

♥ Happy Father’s Day, Daddy ♥
Daily Encourgement, Life in General

Days Gone By



She sits out in the weed-filled pasture, tucked up under some old cottonwoods. She’s old to today’s standards. Ancient.

Rusted, peeling paint.

Flattened tires and dented cab.

She’s seen better days, but ain’t she something?

It’s easy to look at that old truck a see a rusted hunk o’ junk, but back in her day, I’m sure she shined.

Fresh off the show room floor, all shined up, gleaming red paint, newly made leather seat – a bench of course. This old automobile was sure to have all the onlookers oohing and aahing…definitely something to be proud of.

How many of us look at someone old, someone that was alive during the Dirty 30’s (Depression Era & World War II) or the early 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s and wonder what life was like? How many look at their grandparents to wonder what kind of people they were as youngsters? How many of us have imagined a life during simpler times.

No house phones for many people, let alone cell phones.

No computers.

No media technology at all.

No modern amenities that we are so accustomed to in this era.

It’s hard to imagine not picking up the phone to call our friend to meet for coffee. It’s hard for some people to imagine life at all beyond our own tunnel vision of the universe we inhabit now.

Yes, people still ooh and aah over vehicles, but the days of the simple life are long gone. Today, it’s hurry, hurry, hurry to here and there and back again.

For what?

What are we in such a hurry for?

Shouldn’t we just slow down a bit and enjoy what’s in our life now rather than wait until it’s to late?

Shouldn’t we look at our loved ones with love in our souls, patience in our hearts, and smiles on our faces willing them to stay smaller just for one more day?

Shouldn’t we be teaching the next generation about the value of an honest’s days work rather than how to scam the next sucker out of their inheritance?

I ask from all of you now.

The next time you speak with your grandma/grandpa, listen to them reminisce of the ‘old days.’


Be present.

Ask questions.

Encourage conversation for two reasons:

  • If you don’t, how do you keep the history alive?
  • One day it will be you telling your stories.

Enjoy the old along with the new because that is what makes life so interesting.

For whatsoever things were written aforetime were written for our learning, that we through patience and comfort of the scriptures might have hope. – Romans 15:4