40’s, 50’s and 60’s


I decided to have some fun since it is Friday. How about some going back in time to the forties, fifties, and  sixties, relaxing and have some laughs. How about some Folgers coffee?

 

 

http://youtu.be/9ODl8ewGQk4

How about some Alphabets?

 

 

http://youtu.be/98PNIkvvlU4

How about a Mattel commercial four our bikes?

 

 

http://youtu.be/MC0dK42wOOA

http://youtu.be/tjS2pPCyUSk

Let’s go back  one step to the fifties!

 

 

http://youtu.be/_BND1K8tsVQ

How about some old jingles?

 

 

http://youtu.be/mLRhsxJ8_GE

How about our earliest commercials from the forties?

 

 

http://youtu.be/SMLaiw7OlIU

Lastly, how about some Harpo  or Three Stooges?

 

 

http://youtu.be/x6glJT1lHbE

Work? Optional/ The Daily Post


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If money were out of the equation, would you still work? If yes, why, and how much? If not, what would you do with your free time?

 

Will money ever not be a major point in my life? I doubt it, unless the good Lord performs a miracle. I believe that if I had money steadily falling like fall leaves on a tree, leavesI would not be who I am today.

I think money changes a person for the most part. People born with silver spoons don’t recognize or have empathy for those who don’t. Wealth places humans in a category apart from real life.

If I had abundance of money, would I still have had the compassion for my brother? Maybe I would have hired another caregiver or two or maybe three. Perhaps I would not have remained by his bedside and paid visits like some folks did when he was alive.

Who would I give thanks to if I had it all? I would tend to take my life and what material things I owned  for granted. I probably would not get up and thank Jesus for a new day. I may take my time showering and dressing, walking down the long hallway, expecting the kitchen staff to have my breakfast and coffee ready.

I probably would not look out my kitchen window and view  one positive thing. I would take the weather, the birds, the sun and the clouds for granted. I don’t believe I would feel about life the way I do now.

Murder, rape, mugging, and all the criminal activity; would I say something smug like, stupid fools, when they going to learn? Instead I find myself praying to God to help our country; to let eyes be open and see God is truly the only way  of this world.

The positive things about not working for me would be; I would write more often. I could get more involved with things I believe are important in this world. I would fly more often, visiting Julie in Australia and Ute and Al, along with many MSA friends I have made.

No, I think I like my life better the way it is. The need to work makes me humble and  I realize I am lucky to be here today. Hopefully I will touch a few lives walking along my path.

don't give up

ONE MORE TIME


ONE MORE TIME

Can I go back to when I was young

When I didn’t understand a thing

When news was icky and I didn’t

Know  guns , or murder

When police were explained

That they were my friend

When all I was told

Was don’t eat or take

Candy from a stranger

Why did I have to grow up

And understand the pictures  now

War is hell, heroes are ignored

Crime is up, murder is cold

Beauty has faded

The skies grow dark

As fighting continues on

Oh how I wish I could go back in time

And be innocent once again

Give me my baby

And magic bottle

Let me cuddle her

And whisper my

Secrets to her

If only for one more time.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

08.20.2014

(Terry’s Thoughts in Poetry)

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baby doll

I Am So Pissed Off


 

 

 

What in the world is wrong with this world? I am so freakin pissed off. I don’t usually get this way, but for heaven’s sake, there is a family somewhere out there that, that boy belongs to.

Would I want that to be my last visions if that was my child, laying in the street, uncovered, for all eyes to gawk at? I wasn’t there but the report says the kid tried to still cigars and roughed-up a store owner. I admit that is wrong, but should he be gunned down, when he had no weapons  on him? Should he be gunned down when he tried to give himself up? He was shot, still managed to stand once again, and shot to death, and then had to lay there all to bare.

I am sorry, but how many times is a human being going to be  shot by a police person who tries to surrender. I am so glad I am the age I am. I don’t want to see how much more wicked and cruel this earth can become.

By the way, what took so long for the EMS to arrive? Long enough for a large gathering to appear. Long enough to video the entire scene. I can hear the people screaming in the background, and I am not sure if I was there, I wouldn’t be screaming the same words.

God help us all. Satan is surely alive.

CHANGE MYSELF


I am going to try to do something I have pondered on before but always put it on the back burner. Why, you ask would I do that if I thought it? Because, it is hard work, and most of the time my brain is just too tired. Sounds like a lazy excuse doesn’t it?

My brain is just beginning to focus on important things once again. For so many years I had one focus, my brother. Now I am beginning to think about me. Not in a selfish way, but more of what I would call a healthy way.

So I wrote a poem to myself and would love to share it with you who enjoy reading my poems.

 

CHANGE MYSELF

Love like I never loved before

Look at life not today but even more

Find the beauty on the outside

Look very deep and very wide

Bite my tongue don’t say that word

Don’t flip the finger don’t give the bird

Do something nice for them today

I know in my heart its the only way

Get out of bed and say thank-you God

For allowing my feet to touch the sod

Smile even though you don’t feel like it

Get rid of the attitude I don’t give a shit

I believe if I do these things I say

I will have a much better day.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

Terry’s Thoughts in Poetry

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08.20.2014

 

 

 

 

 

Breaking the Ice/ The Daily Post


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The internet has recently been swept up by the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. Is there a cause — social, political, cultural, or other — you passionately believe in? Tell us how you got involved — or why you don’t get involved.

I have two causes which I believe in and try to spread to others through my actions and words.

My first cause of course is God. I have drifted in and out of God’ s view different times in my life. I was baptized when I was ten years old at church camp. From there I just faded in like clouds according to how my life was going. There were plenty of times that I thought I didn’t need God. Other times I wanted proof he existed. After all, we are a world who needs proof.

In a way that is hysterical as an excuse. There are people out there who don’t have proof until they find themselves laying in a dark and gloomy box after trying drugs. There are females that think they know  they can have sex without becoming pregnant, and then losing the baby to another home or maybe worse, then  discover their full-proof theory didn’t work.

I finally got it through my thick-skin head that I needed God. I could and can do nothing without his guidance and help. I learned that I am to witness to others, so this is my most important cause in life.

My second cause is to spread the word about a very rare illness called MSA, which stands for Multiple System Atrophy. This is a terminal illness with no known cure as of yet. It is so rare that getting donations is very difficult to do.

We need donations so a cure can be found. We need caregivers, families, and doctors to spread the word. We need more information on our Google and other search engines for people to read about.

MSA is an illness that for most, cut the ties that allow your body to move. My brother had this for seven, long years. It left him crippled, bed bound, not able to speak, swallow, eat, focus, contain bodily fluids. He lost his communication skills and he lost his ability to remain a man.

He laid in bed, bound inside the rails for six months, with me completing all tasks for him. He lost his pride also. The worst part of MSA in my opinion was not what he lost; but what he kept.

He still had his memories. MSA does not usually affect the memories. This caused great embarrassment to Al, my brother. He knew that at one time he had worked, driven, made decisions, went to the bathroom on his own, bathed himself, fed himself, cashed his paychecks, went to church, decided if he wanted to sleep in or not.

He could choose his own clothes to wear, decided what day he would go to the grocery store, pick out his own foods, tie his shoes. Folks, the list could go on and on. This illness strips everything and it did for Al. When he died  he had went from 295 pounds to 130 pounds. When I looked into his casket, I couldn’t recognize Al, I could only reflect on my memories of him from earlier times.

If you want to help a cause and you can’t decide which one to help, please consider helping MSA. I am not saying Feed the Children is not a good program, or that Cancer research is not worthy of your monies; but MSA– has little funding coming in.

No funding means no research. No research means no cure. No cure means every week when I look at my Facebook MSA pages, another soul has earned his wings, as Bonnie Llewellyn, always says.

Go to the link below I will provide you with. Make a donation. Make it a dollar, five dollars, ten or twenty. Hell, make it one hundred. The point is; just make it. The life you save may be your own or someone you know as a family or friend. After all, my friends, MSA is most commonly misdiagnosed for the first few years as Parkinson’s Disease, and I am pretty sure we are all familiar with those words.

 

http://www.curesma.org/