7 May 2021

Published May 5, 2021 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100


“What was it like when you were a kid, Grandpa?” asked Trevor.

John leaned back in his recliner. “We were poor. In fact, we didn’t have a TV until I was in high school. The five of us lived in an 8 foot by 40-foot trailer. No iPhones like today.”

“And you walked three miles uphill to school and back every day. And ate dirt for supper. Right?”

“Okay, wise guy. I’m done.”

“Please Pa-Pa, go on.” Gina scowled at her brother. “Are you really that old?”

“Old?” Trevor cackled. “When Grandpa was born, the Dead Sea was only sick.”   

105 comments on “7 May 2021

    • Dear Sandra,

      I hate to admit that Perry and I do have similarly warped senses of humor. Truthfully, I’m quoting one of our sons here…the one who’s a TV writer. 😉 Glad you smiled. Thank you.




  • Interesting conversation.
    One has to be ‘sick’ before being ‘dead’. Never thought this in the context of the Dead Sea! 🙂
    Our grandparents had to travel for miles and did face a lot- no iphones of Google!

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    • Dear Earthskyair,

      Sometimes I wonder what my parents would say if they were here today. I used to think they were ancient because they grew up without television or air conditioning. Things have progressed with lightning speed. And our kids and grandkids still look at us as ancient history. 😉 Thank you.



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  • Great dialogue, flow. I feel bad for laughing at that one. It’s amazing how our perspective shifts as we get older. I remember my grandfather talking about “old people” when he was in his 70s. I know I’ll never be old. I’m not doing it.

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  • I enjoyed the banter and the last line made me snicker as it did a number of others. Lovely to know it was your son’s own line. And, certainly, what goes around comes around. Those young ‘uns, who chuckle at their elders, as I’m sure I did when young, forget their own time will come. It is inevitable. No fighting time. Love this one, Rochelle!

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    • Dear Brenda,

      So true. And how often we do and say the same things our parents did. The things we swore we never would. 😉 At the same time I don’t think I’m at all like my mother. (Happy Mother’s Day) Thank you for your generous comments. 😀




  • I love this! Especially that last line. hehe! I remember being “dirt floor” poor as the saying goes. Somehow, though, I think it only grew me to more thankful for the little I have these days. Annnd, to be stronger in dealing with “less than perfect” circumstances. Hubby didn’t get the job he was hoping for that would have allowed us to go back home… but then, after yesterday’s visit back home, I hate to admit that maybe it’s a good thing.

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  • I’m not sure what happened, but the linky thing wouldn’t let me use the photo prompt. I got a message,

    Submitted blog (URL) forbids image sharing.
    For further information please contact our support.

    I’ve always used the photo prompt before.


  • So glad I happened upon your lovely story. Made me smile. Thanks so much.
    Perhaps I too can participate one Friday. I’d love to. I’ll remember this story when I’m writing this one. Genius. Thanks Rochelle. Be well. I wish you miracles.

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