It often irritates me, when I'm out searching for people closer to my own age in LJ Land, that so many teenagers claim to have been born in 1950 or so.
You can always tell they are lying--their latest blogs are about breaking up with some girl or failing a test.
Why do they do this? Is 1950 to them a way of saying they are impossibly old, as saying a "jillion dollars" means you're impossibly rich?
I didn't want to put my age out there for a long time. I was ashamed of it.
Then I thought that was ridiculous. I can't help it that I was born in 1945. It's kind of interesting, actually. I was born 6 days after Roosevelt died. And I'm still around to talk about it!
I used to know an man in his 90s who remembered going into a house with his mother at the age of 4 to visit two old women who had lived through the Civil War.
He said they both sat in front of their fireplace at spit tobacco into the fire.
He told me that they remembered hiding their horses from the Yankee soldiers by "crookeding them into the cane," and that they buried their silver in the yard.
He remembered walking with his mother to his granny's house. She was sick in her bed, wearing a white cap. Her mother brought her a stewed chicken in a blue pot.
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Re: consolation
Date: 2004-11-09 05:58 pm (UTC)You can always tell they are lying--their latest blogs are about breaking up with some girl or failing a test.
Why do they do this? Is 1950 to them a way of saying they are impossibly old, as saying a "jillion dollars" means you're impossibly rich?
I didn't want to put my age out there for a long time. I was ashamed of it.
Then I thought that was ridiculous. I can't help it that I was born in 1945. It's kind of interesting, actually. I was born 6 days after Roosevelt died. And I'm still around to talk about it!
I used to know an man in his 90s who remembered going into a house with his mother at the age of 4 to visit two old women who had lived through the Civil War.
He said they both sat in front of their fireplace at spit tobacco into the fire.
He told me that they remembered hiding their horses from the Yankee soldiers by "crookeding them into the cane," and that they buried their silver in the yard.
He remembered walking with his mother to his granny's house. She was sick in her bed, wearing a white cap. Her mother brought her a stewed chicken in a blue pot.