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My hand me down trumpet. When one of my Uncles died in 1918, my father took possession of it. My dad played the trombone which my older brother decided he wanted to play . As the middle child I chose my Uncle’s trumpet. Our youngest brother chose the drums. Boy oh boy did my parents regret...

Cute! I needed this today

The answer is WELCOME BACK KOTTER & BARNEY MILLER

My advice is to keep up the correctness with the grandkids. I’m 72 now. We couldn’t have kids. I do remember me and my brothers being corrected when we didn’t use the words correctly. Our parents our grandparents and our teachers corrected us and the others in classes. I wasn’t the best student...

Just Vicks as far as I can remember. Not very exciting or inspirational.

If either one of us were still capable of making any on our own cake as wonderful as this one is we would make this once a month at least! Yummy! 😋

I feel rather ambivalent about this topic. On one hand there was a more appropriate response with people. We spoke on the phone. We wrote letters to relatives and friends. We sent greeting cards to loved ones. I got together face to face with my friends and family. We didn’t need to know who was...

I laughed at this one the first time I read it. 🤣