Today is my 48th birthday. I don’t feel like I’m two years from 50. I’m not sure what I thought I would feel like at this age but I don’t feel any older. People are always saying “Happy Birthday! Do you feel any older?” I can honestly say no – I don’t feel any older. It does seem like as I get older that time goes by faster. It also feels like not too long ago I was playing with my brother and my cousin in the yard building forts and having dirt clod fights in the garden! These are pictures from my 6th birthday in 1966.

I know – these pictures look like they are 42 years old! I remember getting a doctors kit with a plastic stethoscope and tiny candy pills. My cousin Mike, my brother Herby, and two kids that lived down the road from us came to my “party”. I thought I was queen for the day! Mom always let us pick the kind of cake we wanted and what we wanted for supper on our birthday. I always wanted a yellow cake with chocolate icing, “homemade” Chef Boyardee Pizza from a pizza kit with ground beef on top, and potato chips. That is not very exciting today but I assure you – it was great in the 1960’s! Tonight we ate at Cracker Barrel. As I ate my turnip greens, country fried steak, and cornbread, I couldn’t help but think of all those birthdays my family suffered through pizza and chips!
Lesa