Brooklyn Back When - Open Thread

DannySanchez wrote: Geri- Congratulations on your new home. May the good Lord bless you and your new home with plenty of Health, Happiness, Prosperity and nothing but good memories from here on out.

Danny - Thank you so very much for the Good Wishes on our new home. Lots of work to do for this move, but it will all be worth it... Still tryong to read some back pages... Hope I didn't miss too much.... Love you all.. Later..

karendritto wrote: Morning All -

Good Luck Geri! A new house!! Yay!! Happy Moving. It'll actually give you a chance to clean up and throw out stuff. I say that and I'm in my house 6 years - I have 2 boxes in the garage that I never unpacked - never missed whatever is in them!

Beautiful kids Lyn! Joe, there's a big band playing outside my office window in Times Square right now. Hurry - come and drum with them!

Special prayer for Snowball - Anthony let us know how she is.

To all else who's on - good morning!

Have a great day everyone.

Thanks a bunch Karen... You are so right! I am getting rid of loads of stuff... Need to start fresh... Have a great day! XOX

T-Bone51 wrote: [quote=Graybeard49]MY GOOD BUDDY BOB & ME



WE LUCKED OUT AND MISSED VIETNAM
I SPENT THE LAST 10 YEARS TRYING TO FIND HIM
AND WHEN I DID I FOUND OUT BOB DIED AT 34
JUST 12 YEARS AFTER COMING HOME.

TO HIM AND ALL MY ARMY BUDDIES ON VERTERANS DAY

WHOOOORAAAA.

ZAA ZING ZAA ZING JIMMY U R HOT LOL THANK YOU FOR SERVING OUR COUNTRY I AM TYPING ON A BIKE AND HOLDING THE LAP TOP WITH ONE HAND AND TYPING WITH THE OTHER,...LOL

HUBBA, HUBBA, DO YOU REMEMBER THAT PHAZE,????
OHHH TO BE YOUNG AGAIN.!!!!!!!

Jim - You were real hot stuff back then & still are... lol

Happy Birthday Michael!

Terry - Mia does look like her Daddy....

Good Morning Everyone!!

Happy Veterans Day...thank you all the men and woman out there who bravely face each day so we can wake up to a new day...thank you.

Lynjoy - your family is so precious.....there customs were so cute.

Hi everyone else.....anybody who is off today...relax and enjoy....I am working.

VIETNAM 1960'S
OOPS DAVIDS PHOTO IS MISSING

MY DAD- SGT JOSEPH P.CANTWELL
US ARMY 1942-45- COMBAT ENGINEER
D-DAY VETERAN

PHOTO IN FRANCE AT THE END
OF WW11 JUST BEFORE HE RETURNED HOME
AT THE AGE OF 35.



A MEMBER OF THE GREATEST GENERATION
AND MY HERO AND INSPIRATION

For All the Brave Boys who Have Served to Keep this Country Safe for Many Generations...

Thank You All!

Thank You Mr Cantwell.....

Terry - What a beautiful picture... Is that David???

Happy Birthday Michael - Have a wonderful day.....



(hope he's a Yankee fan)

Gotta run & help John with the garage... Lots of crap to go through.. See you all later...

geriob1 wrote: Terry - What a beautiful picture... Is that David???

GET PACKING YOU.......

GERI. GOOD LUCK TO YOU AND HUSBAND, ON YOUR NEW HOUSE.!!!!!!
WELL THE SUN JUST CAME OUT HERE, GOT THINGS TO DO TODAY.
SEE YA ALL LATER

A very touching poem.......................

CRABBY OLD MAN

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value ..

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem . Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital .

One nurse took her copy to Missouri . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.


Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? .. .. . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, . ... . . . . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . ..with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . .. . .and makes no reply ..
When you say in a loud voice ..'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . .the things that you do .
And forever is losing . .. . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . .you're not looking at me .

'll tell you who I am . . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ... . . . .as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten .. . . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . .. .. . . who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . . with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he'll meet..
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . ..that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . .. . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . . .And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . . . .With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons .. . . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me. . . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, . . . . . . . babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . ... .my wife is now dead.
look at the future ... . . . . . shudder with dread..
For my young are all rearing . .. young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . .. . . . . . . and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . .. . a young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . .. . . . . my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living. . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, . . . . .. . .all too few gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people. . . . open and see.
Not a crabby old man. . . . . . . Look closer . . . . see ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within . .. . . we will all, one day, be there, too!


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Jeanette LaGreca wrote: GERI. GOOD LUCK TO YOU AND HUSBAND, ON YOUR NEW HOUSE.!!!!!!
WELL THE SUN JUST CAME OUT HERE, GOT THINGS TO DO TODAY.
SEE YA ALL LATER

Thanks Sis... XOX

Just peeking back in to give you guys the:

Joke of the Day....

A couple go for a meal at a Chinese restaurant and order the 'ChickenSurprise',

The waiter brings the meal, served in a lidded cast iron pot.

Just as the wife is about to serve herself, the lid of the pot risesslightly and she briefly sees two beady little eyes looking around beforethe lid slams back down.

'Good grief, did you see that?' she asks her husband. He hasn't, so sheasks him to look in the pot. He reaches for it and again the lid rises,and he sees two little eyes looking around before it slams down.

Rather perturbed, he calls the waiter over, explains what is happening,and demands an explanation.

'Please sir,' says the waiter, 'what you order?'

The husband replies, 'Chicken Surprise.'

You're going to love this...............................

Ah! So sorry,' says the waiter, 'I bring you Peeking Duck!

Judy - You brought tears to my eyes... God Love Old People...

Oh Shoot... John's looking for me again... lol

Hide Me!

Well Gotta run... Later... lmao...

Judy (Giordano) Banjany wrote: A very touching poem.......................

CRABBY OLD MAN

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value ..

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem . Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital .

One nurse took her copy to Missouri . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.


Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? .. .. . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, . ... . . . . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . ..with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . .. . .and makes no reply ..
When you say in a loud voice ..'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . .the things that you do .
And forever is losing . .. . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . .you're not looking at me .

'll tell you who I am . . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, ... . . . .as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten .. . . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . .. .. . . who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . . with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he'll meet..
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . ..that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . .. . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . . .And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . . . .With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons .. . . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me. . . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, . . . . . . . babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . ... .my wife is now dead.
look at the future ... . . . . . shudder with dread..
For my young are all rearing . .. young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . .. . . . . . . and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . .. . a young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . .. . . . . my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living. . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, . . . . .. . .all too few gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people. . . . open and see.
Not a crabby old man. . . . . . . Look closer . . . . see ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within . .. . . we will all, one day, be there, too!


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How true....People only see what is in front of them not what is inside..
I remember when David was sick he looked so skinny and old and some of the nurses remembered what he looked like when he first got sick. Some nurses only met him when he was really ill and looked so old ad frail. I always kept a photo on the wall of what he looked like before he got sick so people would know what he really looked like. Always remember we too still have a young soul. i may be 58 outside but i am 16 inside and I wrote this once before when I posted the Grid Iron Photo of Franny and I. I won't grow up I won't grow up...

good morn everyone...










my thanks to our soldiers, past, present and future....
..hav a great day!

OK FES DID U FORGET ABOUT ME??????

THE OLD POOL ROOM 6TH AVENUE AND 20TH STREET

20TH STREET ACROSS FROM MY HOUSE

NOW CONDOS!!

JUDY.THAT WAS A BEAUTIFUL POEM.
KINDA PUT A TEAR TO MY EYES,IT MAKES YOU THINK SOONER OR LATER, WE ALL WIND UP THAT WAY.

I FOR GOT POST OFFICE CLOSED, AND BANKS TODAY. THOSE WERE MY ERANDS TO DO TODAY. OH WELL TOMMOROW. WHAT TO DO NOW. !!!!!!

Thank you all for Serving Our Country

Jim, thanks for sharing that pic with us....

Jim- Great pics
Terry- is that one picture looking up 20th Street toward 6th Ave?
I don't recall that many trees looking down toward 3rd Avenue.