Feeling a bit nostalgic and listening to some good old folky blues music by Bobby Dylan. This is one of my favorites - "Forever Young."
May God bless and keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be righteous May you grow up to be true May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you May you always be courageous Stand upright and be strong May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young.
May your hands always be busy May your feet always be swift May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful And may your song always be sung May you stay forever young
by Bobby Dylan
Reflections by Patricia
As I listen to that old time music, I can't help but think about a different time, a different place and even though we still have the same beautiful heavenly bodies, there's something still GROOVY about the past, like the times I sat on the old front porch, built by my father, uncle, and grandfather. My friends and I nestled together on fresh cut lumber, under the red and white canopy, singing songs by Bobby Dylan, "May You Stay Forever Young."
Some things will never change. Past generations will always have a story to tell. I wonder what kind of stories will be remembered by children born in 2016 and thereafter? Will they believe in God? Will water be safe enough to drink? Will their parents have distinctive stories about their childhoods to shape new and future generations? Will they grow up to be righteous or obnoxious?
Children grow up. Fairytales and many dreams fade away. Will there be open fields, Farmer's Markets, horseback riding? Do you think something else will take the place of classrooms with Teachers guiding and instructing youngsters how to hold a pencil? Or will pencils be a thing of the past? Will flying kites on a summer day be replaced with drones?
As a Real Estate Agent, I think about the old homes being gobbled up by foreign investors today who pay cash for homes between $200,000.00 - 400,000.00. And then I'm reminded about how hard it was to save for my first house with a VA loan in July of 1979. The interest rate was ten and a half percent and quickly jumped to 18 than 21%. I was so young; yet I owned a four bedroom ranch, bath and a half, living room, kitchen and utility room. We built our own garage on our 1/2 acre lot that butted up to the Forest Preserve and the house + lot cost a whopping $43,000.00! I was so much luckier than my parents who didn't have a half bath or a utility room or an extra bedroom! Plus mine was like brand new compared to their home built in the late 1800's.
Will my granddaughter be able to buy a home someday? I wonder...