The Way We Were

Several weeks ago, I posted a list of bloggers that I would like to invite to a virtual dinner party. Then I came up with the genius idea of asking them all to guest post for me. I mean – great content that I don’t have to write myself? It’s a win win. Well maybe just for me since I win the good content and the not writing it part…but whatever.

My first guest post comes from Kacy, one of the funniest women I know (for those of you who would be impressed by this, Jenny The Bloggess invited Kacy to HER virtual dinner party as well). Kacy writes Every Day I Write the Book (but not actually every day). She also contributes to Light Refreshments Served, where I have actually guest posted – making me an honorary Mormon for the day (or at least that’s what Kacy said – and as a Mormon, she knows all of the rules and stuff).

Sometimes Kacy writes really clever posts like The Irish In Ikea, sometimes she writes really random posts like Wishful Thinking, and SOMETIMES she writes truly bizarre posts like This is How I Really Feel About Our Hamster (it’s like #1 on Kacy’s Greatest Hits – at least it is for me…)

So what do you think? Should I actually let her talk?? I know – I’m not very good at handing over the microphone…but here you go Kacy. Take it away:

The Way We Were

I just noticed that Kate and I were both born in 1972. This has got me feeling a little bit sentimental about the past. Don’t get me wrong, I think now is great—probably even better than then. And I am completely psyched about the future. Still. There are a few things I remember fondly.

I remember hand signals for turning. Weren’t those great? It fostered such an old-timey sense of community. It seemed really important to learn how to signal that you were turning left or right in case your blinkers didn’t work. Did cars have less reliable blinkers in the olden days? I remember my mom signaling to go right or left all the time, but I don’t know why. I’m sure she had blinkers. Maybe blinkers were cutting-edge technology back then and we didn’t really trust them yet. At any rate, you never see people signaling with their arms any more. And I miss it. I get the same sense of community now when everyone pulls over to the side of the road to let an ambulance or fire truck pass. I love that. It’s like we’re all in this together. I hope pulling to the side of the road never goes out of style.

Another thing I miss is collect calls. You could always make a collect call if you needed to, which was reassuring. But what I really liked was accepting collect calls. The call was probably coming from someone in crisis and it seemed so noble to accept the charges before you heard the person’s voice or knew how expensive it would be. It was an act of trust and intimacy. I need more moments of nobility, don’t you?

Something else I think about a lot but don’t necessarily miss is the Bandaids that you ripped open with a red thread. Wasn’t that a weird way to open a Bandaid? I guess it’s pretty sanitary. But if it’s so sanitary, why don’t they still open like that? That’s what I wonder.

Is it just me or do you remember Kentucky Fried Chicken being a really awesome treat? You could get burgers or KFC (of course we would never have called it “KFC”—we had no qualms with the word “fried”). I don’t know about you, but I never ate Mexican food until I was in college. And when I finally did, Taco Bell blew my mind! But I never went there with my family as a kid. We weren’t so much racist as we were suspicious. Anyway, I was born in Kentucky so eating at Kentucky Fried Chicken was special. I picked some up for dinner last week after the first day of school and my kids couldn’t even figure out how to eat it. I handed my daughter the coveted drumstick and she dangled it downward between two fingers and stared. Then my 11-year-old son exclaimed, “I’m going to sue KFC—Look at this bone I found in my chicken!” They picked off the skin. It was sad.

And finally, remember tucking shirts in? There was a real art to it. The right shirt and the right pants and the right amount of pulling it out after it had been tucked in could camouflage a lot. Of course, when I was tucking shirts in I had nothing to camouflage. I’m way too fat to tuck in now so I’m glad that we don’t have to anymore but I’ll always have just a twinge of nostalgia for tucking. You have to tuck in occasionally in order to enjoy the comfort of being untucked. And that’s a life lesson you can take to the bank.

But enough about the past! We all know it sucked because there were no blogs. Thanks for sharing The Big Piece of Cake, Kate. Have a good day and never look back.

13 thoughts on “The Way We Were

  1. Kate Coveny Hood

    Okay – so I have to be the first to comment.

    I never did master the hand signals – so I’m relieved that they are phasing out.

    Collect calls! How about this: made from the endangered species, “pay phones.”

    Totally forgot about the red string on bandaids until you mentioned it! Those were the days.

    Growing up in DC, Kentucky Fried Chicken was always a treat. I think that Taco Bell was a West Coast thing when we were young.

    And we took tucked shirts to a whole new level in the 90s when the “bodysuit” was in. Is it me – or were those just onsies for grown women?

    Thanks for the guest post Kacy!!!

  2. Azúcar

    Oooh! Oooh! I remember tucking and un-tucking many times to get the right amount of shirt out just so.

    Bodysuits…just going to the bathroom was a production! First you’d have to unhook your overalls, then unsnap yourself, and for the love, that phase was ridiculous.

  3. Mandee

    I’m actually waiting for overalls to come back, and real happy that baggy is in. The skin tight and low rise was killing me. And growing up on the West Coast, I totally remember the “Bell Burger” from Taco Bell.

    And I’m so sad I missed bidding on those robes. Dang.

  4. Jo

    What a fun post. I loved the trip down memory lane And I can’t stop giggling about your little boy threatening to sue KFC over a BONE in the chicken!

  5. Anna See

    Great post, Kacy! I remember how exciting it was at church suppers when someone would bring a big tub of Kentucky Fried Chicken. We took my kids there recently and they were totally grossed out. Love the line “there’s a bone in my chicken!” No Taco Bell for us when we were little. We went to Jack in the Box!

  6. Connie

    KFC is a huge part of my childhood memories! And I have been craving it all weekend!

    I know what I’m doing for lunch today….

  7. Lisa

    I love how your son immediately sensed he should SUE KFC. Remember when suing someone was so dramatic? Now it’s so ordinary and the go to answer. (But I’m not saying he doesn’t have a case.)

  8. AnastasiaSpeaks

    Wow, the red string really took me back. I loved those bandaids with the wax paper wrappers.

    Great post…thanks Kacy!

  9. anymommy

    Love the new look Kate!

    Kacy, nice to meet you and yes, yes, yes, I used to think KFC was as good as it got. I still crave their mashed potatos every once and a while!

  10. Me plus 3 Hecks

    Hey–came over from Kacy’s blog. Just have to say, I have a wound that is supposed to take “3-4 weeks to heal” according to the doc, and let’s just say, that I am sorely missing those bandaid strings! I am using the tiny square bandaids and am on the verge of tearing into the bandaid each time! And let me tell you, a torn bandaid is not so helpful in getting me to my timed healing date. So, let’s bring those back, but the hand signals can fade to black…

  11. bonny with a Y

    kate – so glad to be introduced to your blog – it’s fantastic!

    kacy – excellent post (as expected)

    and you can still accept collect calls from your child when they go to Yosemite for the week long 5th Grade Field Trip. (cell phones don’t work up at Half-Dome)

    5 minutes of conversation – $25

    hearing your child’s voice – priceless


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