I miss the '80s

[Neighbor]

56 minutes ago, Heleadethme said:

Well, we WERE having a good time, until you blew up our rose-coloured glassses! 

Well while you're lost in the eighties, enjoy! I can still get lost  in the sixties, Mopar etc.

 I could have shared of the eighties, of the extreme highs! I was brought to repentance of my rejection of and sin against God.  Pretty high event for me! Also could have shared of the incredible lows. Lost my inlaws, had to move cross country to maintain  my own family unit and add a teenaged child to it that had been left behind alone due to those deaths. 

Lost my career the day I was promoted to running the sales organization a 15 year effort to become the big fish in a small pond, had to sell my house and move 2800 miles not once but three times, and spend five years total  of the eighties in civil courts on business issues that I inherited. Worked nonstop to regain my old life, got it too, moved 2800 miles again only to have my best friend co-worker manager up and die a horrible death, and then I suffered loss of all interest in my career. Moved yet again 2800 miles  and started a new life career from scratch, built apartments only to have the IRS ruling's change as result of Reaganomic's  and the banking industry fail ( savings and loans) crushing opportunity to continue building rental units.

But hey it was grand. God used it all to my gain. I got to know my creator very well. 

Had no time for music nor any pop culture stuff. Did become deeply involved in the faith of Jesus.

Hey life is hard. It is no place for the weak for sure, but it is also such a grand learning opportunity. By the grace and mercy of God the awareness of Jesus as my Lord and savior by way of his reveal by the Holy Spirit. It was a grand hard time. The eighties were good but at a tremendously crushing hurting sacrificial price.

One learns what counting it all for joy means by experiencing the harder stuff of life.

Pop stuff Lauper Madonna Prince Jackson; events Chernobyl Challenger disaster mad cow disease.

Live today knowing yesterday but not longing for it's lessons to be regurgitated and consumed once again. Cherish today for tonight may require your very soul and never waste a lot of time in anxiety over tomorrow. For the perfect provision has already been provided, it is yet to come but it is certain. Praise God, it is grand in it's certainty!

 

[Neighbor]

6 minutes ago, Gary Lee said:

It's all a matter of perspective, Neighbor. I'm sorry for your experiences. But I remember the glass half full. As a military family, we were fully aware of post war  world tension. But I was a kid, and I choose to remember my childhood blessings. The fifties to me, were the innocent years. The safe years.I still had trust. I felt secure.  People were still enjoying the relief of the victory of WWII. Back then, everybody seemed to pull together, everybody participated, no draft dodgers. I seem to remember a sense of well being.  My dad being military, we had to relocate to his assignments, so I was born at Fort Monroe Virginia in the forties, the only non native Texan in my whole entire family. (Shame...) We moved back to Texas, then years later, had to take a ship to the Philippine Islands in fifty six, Clark AFB. The greatest place to be a kid, living off base under Huck mountain, officially called Mount Pinatubo, which later erupted, being the second largest volcanic eruption of last century. Living off base near Angeles city, my front yard was a sugar cane field, full of unexploded ordinance,  and past that, the jungle. Two years of running through a boys paradise, catching wild parrots, monkeys, living with the natives. The pigmies, called Nigritoes,  would come down from the mountain and sell us their bows and arrows and poison dart blow guns so we could get wild animals from the jungle. Traveled through Luzon island to the Baguio mountains, on tiny one way only dirt/mud roads around the sides of tall mountains, mom screaming, all us kids laughing and excited. Met the most gracious loving people in the world, who had little to nothing, but were the most hospitable humble, giving, so grateful to all  Americans who died to free then from Japanese occupation. Everybody back then did things. Everybody played little league baseball, neighborhood ball games, building and flying kites, flying model airplanes, building soap box derby cars, and a bazillion other things, always involved in activity. Out doors.  Always chased out of the house with the words "You kids go outside and play"    Back in the states, on another military base, we continued having a blast, though now when we got in trouble, the military police would haul us home to our dad, so he could execute summary discipline. Going to school off base, I went to a four room, eight grades, country school, where several came to school on horses. At lunch, we often shot our twenty twos  for target practice. It was different. The norm.
Living off base later, folks bought two old houses, salvaged the lumber and hardwood floors, and built us a NEW HOME,  and NOT military quarters any more. (Thank you Lord) A three bedroom one bath, living room kitchen and dining, with a den and formal living room. A whooping thirteen hundred square feet, for only nine of us. () My parents had their room, my sister had her room, and us half dozen boys had ours. (WE never got away from those tough military bunk beds..) Tiny rooms, but we didn't know it.  I raised rabbits, parakeets, and racing pigeons. The beatniks started wearing shades (like Yowms), finger snapping, Elvis, Russian sputnik, duck tail, flat top  hair cuts.  We had a hundred and fifty acres out of town, my folks bought through the Texas veterans bill, and we had some cattle, enough to pay taxes. (The land I live on today) By today's standards, we were poor people. But, so was everybody else. And what was so cool, we didn't know it. We were having too much fun to care, even if we did. Good memories, great memories. I'm glad I decided to post a reply to this. I feel better, inside, remembering. God has blessed me greatly!

 

 

 

 

Good history to share.

 I too lived in run down former military housing at Portsmouth  NH for  awhile in the late 40's and early 1950's. After being a very young child at White airfield near  Pensacola Fl. 

[Heleadethme]

16 minutes ago, Neighbor said:

Well while you're lost in the eighties, enjoy! I can still get lost  in the sixties, Mopar etc.

 I could have shared of the eighties, of the extreme highs! I was brought to repentance of my rejection of and sin against God.  Pretty high event for me! Also could have shared of the incredible lows. Lost my inlaws, had to move cross country to maintain  my own family unit and add a teenaged child to it that had been left behind alone due to those deaths. 

Lost my career the day I was promoted to running the sales organization a 15 year effort to become the big fish in a small pond, had to sell my house and move 2800 miles not once but three times, and spend five years total  of the eighties in civil courts on business issues that I inherited. Worked nonstop to regain my old life, got it too, moved 2800 miles again only to have my best friend co-worker manager up and die a horrible death, and then I suffered loss of all interest in my career. Moved yet again 2800 miles  and started a new life career from scratch, built apartments only to have the IRS ruling's change as result of Reaganomic's  and the banking industry fail ( savings and loans) crushing opportunity to continue building rental units.

But hey it was grand. God used it all to my gain. I got to know my creator very well. 

Had no time for music nor any pop culture stuff. Did become deeply involved in the faith of Jesus.

Hey life is hard. It is no place for the weak for sure, but it is also such a grand learning opportunity. By the grace and mercy of God the awareness of Jesus as my Lord and savior by way of his reveal by the Holy Spirit. It was a grand hard time. The eighties were good but at a tremendously crushing hurting sacrificial price.

One learns what counting it all for joy means by experiencing the harder stuff of life.

Pop stuff Lauper Madonna Prince Jackson; events Chernobyl Challenger disaster mad cow disease.

Live today knowing yesterday but not longing for it's lessons to be regurgitated and consumed once again. Cherish today for tonight may require your very soul and never waste a lot of time in anxiety over tomorrow. For the perfect provision has already been provided, it is yet to come but it is certain. Praise God, it is grand in it's certainty!

 

Amen......wow, and yes we sure do get to go through the holy meat-grinder of life and learn the lessons we need to learn.......labour pains/tribulations.  Mothers tend to forget the pains for joy of what has been birthed and even forget the discomforts in recalling the joy and miracle of pregnancy......rose-coloured glasses seem to have their place in God's scheme of things, as long we don't go overboard with it.      Bless you Neighbour. 

[frienduff thaylorde]

9 hours ago, HisFirst said:

You may just be the baby on this thread 

Well, then the baby says PRAISE THE LORD PEOPLES and REJOICE IN THE LORD .    For HE is MIGHTY TO SAVE

and will keep our foot from evil for all whose eyes are set above on Him.    Blessed be the Lord and all honor and praise be to Him.

[Heleadethme]

59 minutes ago, Gary Lee said:

It's all a matter of perspective, Neighbor. I'm sorry for your experiences. But I remember the glass half full. As a military family, we were fully aware of post war  world tension. But I was a kid, and I choose to remember my childhood blessings. The fifties to me, were the innocent years. The safe years.I still had trust. I felt secure.  People were still enjoying the relief of the victory of WWII. Back then, everybody seemed to pull together, everybody participated, no draft dodgers. I seem to remember a sense of well being.  My dad being military, we had to relocate to his assignments, so I was born at Fort Monroe Virginia in the forties, the only non native Texan in my whole entire family. (Shame...) We moved back to Texas, then years later, had to take a ship to the Philippine Islands in fifty six, Clark AFB. The greatest place to be a kid, living off base under Huck mountain, officially called Mount Pinatubo, which later erupted, being the second largest volcanic eruption of last century. Living off base near Angeles city, my front yard was a sugar cane field, full of unexploded ordinance,  and past that, the jungle. Two years of running through a boys paradise, catching wild parrots, monkeys, living with the natives. The pigmies, called Nigritoes,  would come down from the mountain and sell us their bows and arrows and poison dart blow guns so we could get wild animals from the jungle. Traveled through Luzon island to the Baguio mountains, on tiny one way only dirt/mud roads around the sides of tall mountains, mom screaming, all us kids laughing and excited. Met the most gracious loving people in the world, who had little to nothing, but were the most hospitable humble, giving, so grateful to all  Americans who died to free then from Japanese occupation. Everybody back then did things. Everybody played little league baseball, neighborhood ball games, building and flying kites, flying model airplanes, building soap box derby cars, and a bazillion other things, always involved in activity. Out doors.  Always chased out of the house with the words "You kids go outside and play"    Back in the states, on another military base, we continued having a blast, though now when we got in trouble, the military police would haul us home to our dad, so he could execute summary discipline. Going to school off base, I went to a four room, eight grades, country school, where several came to school on horses. At lunch, we often shot our twenty twos  for target practice. It was different. The norm.
Living off base later, folks bought two old houses, salvaged the lumber and hardwood floors, and built us a NEW HOME,  and NOT military quarters any more. (Thank you Lord) A three bedroom one bath, living room kitchen and dining, with a den and formal living room. A whooping thirteen hundred square feet, for only nine of us. () My parents had their room, my sister had her room, and us half dozen boys had ours. (WE never got away from those tough military bunk beds..) Tiny rooms, but we didn't know it.  I raised rabbits, parakeets, and racing pigeons. The beatniks started wearing shades (like Yowms), finger snapping, Elvis, Russian sputnik, duck tail, flat top  hair cuts.  We had a hundred and fifty acres out of town, my folks bought through the Texas veterans bill, and we had some cattle, enough to pay taxes. (The land I live on today) By today's standards, we were poor people. But, so was everybody else. And what was so cool, we didn't know it. We were having too much fun to care, even if we did. Good memories, great memories. I'm glad I decided to post a reply to this. I feel better, inside, remembering. God has blessed me greatly!

 

 

 

 

That is some lovely reminiscing there brother, I enjoyed the read.........how good is our God.

[frienduff thaylorde]

1 hour ago, vlad said:

In my opinion that could be any period in the past. Many people believe that things are getting worse generally as we are nearing the day of judgement. In these circumstances the past and all that goes with it psychologically looks brighter. 

 

And let and thus not look backwards,   for indeed as of late evil has sprung more viral than ever,  but my hope only increases BECAUSE I look forward

to the LORD and the new heavens and the new earth.  AND HOPE like that GIVES JOY ETERNAL RIGHT NOW , RIGHT NOW no matter how dark it is

the HOPE in the LORD is a LIGHT and HIS WORD is TRUTH and HIS SPIRIT is our guide.   Guiding us ever towards the HOLY PROMISED LAND

all the while the Kingdom is also within us.  Terrible , perilous time lie ahead,  but not one thought of that MOVES me off the path , off the course IN CHRIST

so lift the hands and praise the Lord and may all give thunderous shouts of praise .  For the promise is given unto the children

and no matter how hard they try to rid all the meek from the earth, and no matter how many of us die,  this will never happen.   For only the meek in Christ

shall one day inherit the earth and that earth and heavens will be new wherein no evil is .    Till that day armour up and have all affections above on Him

where He sits , and all trust in Him , where in HIM we do and will over come the evils .    ONWARD in the LORD peoples .   Onward in the Lord.

[frienduff thaylorde]

2 hours ago, Heleadethme said:

Ah when life was at least a little simpler......people in general had less, but I think overall they were happier, unless that is just an illusion.  I remember watching Bonanza....can still hear the theme music in my mind.  My 'Ma and Pa' grew up in England, so I heard about the lack of central heating and also food rationing and air raid sirens during the war.

Their it is.   We never needed all this high tech stuff .     all we ever needed and need is the LORD .   see the effects of the easier life of what most thought

technology would give , has only made confusion ,  separation from family,   no real communication .  what man kind thought it needed for the easy life

has brought us to a generation where very few even sit and pray at the table , have meals together ,  

and communicate with neighbor .     ALL we ever needed was GOD , faith in HIM and even in the poorest of times , we had been the richest

will true joy , happiness and contentment with the Lord .     Technology , things , will never fulfill us , just keeps one looking for the next new thing

with hope in the world and all the while these things can never fill us,  and all the while most have to look backwards to try and even remember a glimpse

of what their mind sees as the better times.   and thinking and hoping in men and the world to provide better times for us now.

YET none of this is needed.    ONLY GOD ALONE is our need , His WORD and words our food for the soul , HIS SPIRIT as our comforter

and pointing us to the ONLY HOPE , the ONLY SAVOIR , CHRIST the KING .     GOD is the ONLY SOLUTION and answer , HOPE and JOY that can truly

fulfill the soul .    Godliness with contentment , I have found to be gain ten billion times over all the riches of the earth .

The TRUTH the WAY and THE LIFE and that is the ABUNDANT LIFE , that gives the soul all the joy and happiness it will ever need

even in the worst and harshest of times, even while being persecuted and losing all things of this earth,  That joy WILL NOT Fade , NOT EVEN AT THE HOUR OF OUR DEATH.

[frienduff thaylorde]

1 hour ago, frienduff thaylorde said:

And let and thus not look backwards,   for indeed as of late evil has sprung more viral than ever,  but my hope only increases BECAUSE I look forward

to the LORD and the new heavens and the new earth.  AND HOPE like that GIVES JOY ETERNAL RIGHT NOW , RIGHT NOW no matter how dark it is

the HOPE in the LORD is a LIGHT and HIS WORD is TRUTH and HIS SPIRIT is our guide.   Guiding us ever towards the HOLY PROMISED LAND

all the while the Kingdom is also within us.  Terrible , perilous time lie ahead,  but not one thought of that MOVES me off the path , off the course IN CHRIST

so lift the hands and praise the Lord and may all give thunderous shouts of praise .  For the promise is given unto the children

and no matter how hard they try to rid all the meek from the earth, and no matter how many of us die,  this will never happen.   For only the meek in Christ

shall one day inherit the earth and that earth and heavens will be new wherein no evil is .    Till that day armour up and have all affections above on Him

where He sits , and all trust in Him , where in HIM we do and will over come the evils .    ONWARD in the LORD peoples .   Onward in the Lord.

You loved vlad my russain friend in Christ where we are neither American ,Russian , but one In Christ . 

[HisFirst]

When I truly think about it, not really sure why  I miss the '80s - it was my most worldly time - not walking with the Lord  and partying hard

I think that movie transported me back to a time more innocent and carefree (so I perceived it to be) and pre-Internet - that's basically what I miss... 

*Blessings to you all for reminiscing about your own pieces of history - I am enjoying it❤️

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[HisFirst]

7 hours ago, shiloh357 said:

I miss so much of the social "culture"  in my neck of the woods that we enjoyed in the 80s, which were my teen years, as well.

We hung out at the mall food court, and the mall arcade called, "Aladdin's Castle."   Movies were $3. 50.  We had a great time just walking around the mall and making fun of some of the trendy clothing they were selling.

After hanging out at the mall, or seeing a movie we would go to "Andy's Frozen Custard"  which is kind of like a ice cream shop, but it didn't have inside seating.   You walked up to the window and got your order and then everyone would go back to their cars and sit on the hood of their cars and eat their frozen custard and we all just hung out there in the parking lot.  No one caused any trouble there, that I can remember.  It was just fun. Andy's was just a great place to hang out.

 The mall has changed and does not really lend itself to being a teen hangout anymore.  I went to the food court the other day and everyone was on their phones and not much socializing going on.  People used to talk to each other face to face, and now everything is done on the phones.

And when people DO finally get together, they ignore each other while they text on their phones!

That sounds like fun Shiloh - good clean fun, good times with friends.

Yes the plague of the heads down staring at a screen...... sad.