Time once again for
The Unicorn Challenge.
Jenne has provided the photo;
this is my 250-word response.
âMother! What do you think you’re doing?â
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing, Morris? Iâm going to go sing with that band.â
âYou canât do that. Youâre almost 73 years old!â her son replied. He was becoming impatient.
âWhat the hell does my age have to do with anything? Tony Bennett, Tina Turner, David Crosby were all in their 80s and still going strong.â
âMother, youâre not exactly in the same league as Tina Turner!â
âThank you for pointing that out to me and the family, Morris. Youâve turned into a self-righteous little prig âŠ. certainly not how I raised you.â
âWell, one of us had to grow up, Mother. Youâre not going to sing with that band. I wonât allow it. This isnât Woodstock!â
âGrammy? Whatâs Dad talking about? You were at Woodstock?â Dina asked her grandmother in disbelief.
âAs a matter of fact, I was! You know, I wasnât always your grandmother! I lived a whole other life before your father was born.â
âGrammy, why am I just hearing about this now? Iâm 22 years old and never knew this! How is that possible? Dad, how come you never said anything?â
âYouâre fatherâs embarrassed by me, Dina. I was always a very free spirit; I met a lot of incredible people before and after Woodstock.â
âGrammy, were you a groupie?â Dina asked conspiratorially.
âOh, Dina! Lets just say I had great fun.â
âMother, this conversation ends now!â
âOh, shut up, Morrison!â
âMorrison?â Dina whispered knowingly, eyes wide.
NAR©2024
250 Words
This is Mary Hopkin, âThose Were The Daysâ
The Doors with “Alabama Song” (Whisky Bar)
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Wild nights indeed! And yes, it’s fun to let go a little and share the past of us with our adult kids. It then can become more of our present!
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Our ‘talk’ put us on equal ground with our adult kids;
they respect and admire us all the more as a result.
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It was great fun, my eldest son did Glastonbury for many years ….we called it Muddstonbury!
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My boys always went to Ozafest! đ€đŒ
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I had to look that one up! ..sounds fun!!
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Those were the days oh! Yes those were the days …even if it was the Reading festival đđđ
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Haha!! I had to look that one up, Willow.
Learning something new in my old age đđ
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Love this!
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Thank you, Di.
Glad you enjoyed it!
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lol! (the punchline*)
funny thing, that age business. (we’ve a theory here at the Doctrine. long(ish) story, but the upshot is: we, all of us, lock in our self-image to a certain age. this is the person we suspect should be looking back at us in the mirror.
Fun Story
* a benefit (?) of being a certain age allowed an immediate appreciation of your humorous ending
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Oh, believe me my friend …. I can truly dig it!
Aging is a question of mind over matter;
if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
* Thanks, Clark!
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Go for it Grammy. Just a shame that Tony, Tina and David are no longer with us.
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Right about that, Glyn. Thank goodness we had them for as long as we did and we still have their music which will live on forever!
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There’s quite a lot my kids and theirs don’t know about me, nor will they! Leaving home at 17 and moving to London with a mate in the sixties set in place all kinds of adventures – those certainly were the days my friend!
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Oh, believe me, Keith.
I still have my secrets and always will.
That’s one of the great options of getting older.
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Naming your son Morrison was a bold move and you had the perfect songs for this post.
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While I appreciate your comments, Jim,
I am not at liberty to disclose if this is
real life or just a fantasy. đ âđŒ
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I consider everything that you write to be fantasy and I am not interested in prying into your personal life.
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They’re not all fantasy, but which is which?
That’s just part of the great fun of writing.
No worries; didn’t think you were prying.
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Or ‘It took a whole lot of living to get all these wrinkles. Did you think I was born like this?’
It seems understanding skips a generation.
Maybe too much competition going on between parents and children.
And the dreaded ‘You’ll make a fool of yourself!’
Pah!
There are questions I wish I had asked my praents…
Good story, Nancy.
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Thanks, Jenne!
If I had a dime for every time I made a fool of myself…..
It’s called living and I’ve done quite a bit of that with very few regrets.
Since no one has mentioned it, that pic of the hippie girl is an AI generated image of me; my husband agrees the resemblance to the ‘real me’ from back in the day is amazing.
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Far be it from me to disagree with both you and your husband, but the real you back in the day is much prettier!
As is the nowadays picture.
Are you the older of the 2 kids in the family shot?
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You are much too kind, Jenne!
I am the younger, the little shrimp!
These days I don’t look at all like those photos.
This is me today:
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OMGoodness! That’s way too big!!!
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The only difference is a bit more life wisdom!
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Aww poor grammy! Great story Nance! â€
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Thanks, CA!
I wouldn’t worry too much about Grammy.
She’s got her act together!
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I think this says it all. đ https://www.facebook.com/search/top?q=grandma%20short%20skirts
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Hmm, the link won’t open. Is it the pic of young chicks in mini skirts with the caption about them being our grandmothers?
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Yes
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That a great one!
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Quite right ⊠although I might need going to bed earlier than I did in my younger years! đ
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No ‘mights’ about it! I’m nodding off during repeats of ‘Matlock’! đ
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The things we never knew about our parents.
Plus the things we hope nobody ever knows about us. Especially our children!!
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One summer morning while on vacation, we were having breakfast with our son and his bride. The conversation shifted to when Bill and I met and what things were like ‘back then’ and before we knew it, we were getting into some stories we thought we’d always keep to ourselves. That morning was the start of a fabulous new relationship between us and our adult children.
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The truth shall set you free. A great burden lifted. đ
The age when one becomes an adult is different for everyone. The time is right when the time is right.
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Funny, I used that exact quote on CE just moments ago. It was a liberating experience and my children have a new-found respect and admiration for us. Never again can they say “you just don’t get it”.
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It’s the “rolling of the eyes” that probably stopped too. lol
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I love the basic truth in this piece, Nancy, that only the few who knew us way back when have any idea who we really are.
To most of the world we’re just that grey-haired coffin-dodger (or crabbit auld besom!) that they’ve never seen with any other eyes.
Tell Grammy she’s always welcome here!
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Thank you, CE. And while you’re here, read my comment to Lady Sighs.
Sometimes the truth will set you free
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Haha! This is good story Nancy.
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Thanks so much, Sadje.
I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Youâre most welcome đđŒ
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