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Mr Gorsky

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From: Ian or Trish
Sent: Thu, Jul 1, 2021, 5:30 pm
Subject: Mr Gorsky

Nice story of a man that we all admired

I received this back in 2012 from my sister Beverley, and while was cleaning out old emails came across it. The other day it was 50 years ago on the 20 June.
I remember the day as I was an Engineer on the Hobart Star, and we were in Port Adelaide Australia alongside doing engineering trials. I came out of the engine room into the Officer’s Lounge to watch the TV when Neil Armstrong was coming down the Ladder.

From: Beverley
Subject: FW: Mr Gorsky
Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2012 22:21:05 +0000

Don’t normally send things on – but found this a little moving – perhaps because a significant part of our youth – and it made me laugh out loud

Who’s Mr Gorsky? by the Late Niel Armstrong

Who’s Mr Gorsky?
IN CASE YOU DIDN’T ALREADY KNOW THIS LITTLE TIDBIT OF TRIVIA, ON JULY 20, 1969, AS COMMANDER OF THE APOLLO 11 LUNAR MODULE, NEIL ARMSTRONG WAS THE FIRST PERSON TO SET FOOT ON THE MOON.

HIS FIRST WORDS AFTER STEPPING ON THE MOON, “THAT’S ONE SMALL STEP FOR MAN, ONE GIANT LEAP FOR MANKIND,” WERE TELEVISED TO EARTH AND HEARD BY MILLIONS.*

BUT JUST BEFORE HE RE-ENTERED THE LANDER, HE MADE THE ENIGMATIC REMARK – “GOOD LUCK, MR. GORSKY”.

MANY PEOPLE AT NASA THOUGHT IT WAS A CASUAL REMARK CONCERNING SOME RIVAL SOVIET COSMONAUT. HOWEVER, UPON CHECKING, THERE WAS NO GORSKY IN EITHER THE RUSSIAN OR AMERICAN SPACE PROGRAMS.
OVER THE YEARS, MANY PEOPLE QUESTIONED ARMSTRONG AS TO WHAT THE – ‘GOOD LUCK, MR. GORSKY’ STATEMENT MEANT, BUT ARMSTRONG ALWAYS JUST SMILED.

ON JULY 5, 1995, IN TAMPA BAY, FLORIDA, WHILE ANSWERING QUESTIONS FOLLOWING A SPEECH, A REPORTER BROUGHT UP THE 26-YEAR-OLD QUESTION TO ARMSTRONG. THIS TIME HE FINALLY RESPONDED.

MR. GORSKY HAD DIED, SO NEIL ARMSTRONG FELT HE COULD NOW ANSWER THE QUESTION.

IN 1938, WHEN HE WAS A KID IN A SMALL MID-WESTERN TOWN, HE WAS PLAYING BASEBALL WITH A FRIEND IN THE BACKYARD. HIS FRIEND HIT THE BALL, WHICH LANDED IN HIS NEIGHBOR’S YARD BY THEIR BEDROOM WINDOW. HIS NEIGHBORS WERE MR. AND MRS. GORSKY. AS HE LEANED DOWN TO PICK UP THE BALL, YOUNG ARMSTRONG HEARD MRS. GORSKY SHOUTING AT MR. GORSKY “SEX! YOU WANT SEX?! YOU’LL GET SEX WHEN THE KID NEXT DOOR WALKS ON THE MOON !”

TRUE STORY. It broke the place up.

Remember this young bloke?

-Original Message-
From: Wayne
Sent: Fri, Feb 19, 2021 8:14 am
Subject: FW: Remember this young bloke?

I find myself empathising with Mr Wilson…

Keep the sunny side up,
With love and laughter,
Sir Muggins

My Job Search

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From: Ken W
Date: Fri, 5 Feb 2021 at 03:31
Subject: My Job Search

interesting…enjoy

These are good……

This’s quite clever. I wonder who thinks of all this stuff.

1. My first job was working in an Orange Juice factory, but I got canned. Couldn’t concentrate.
2. Then I worked in the woods as a Lumberjack, but just couldn’t hack it, so they gave me the axe.
3. After that, I tried being a Tailor, but wasn’t suited for it, mainly because it was a sew-sew job.
4. Next, I tried working in a Muffler Factory, but that was too exhausting.
5. Then, tried being a Chef – figured it would add a little spice to my life, but just didn’t have the thyme.
6. Next, I attempted being a Deli Worker, but any way I sliced it…. I couldn’t cut the mustard.
7. My best job was as a Musician, but eventually found I wasn’t noteworthy.
8. I studied a long time to become a Doctor, but didn’t have any patience
9. Next, was a job in a Shoe Factory. Tried hard but just didn’t fit in.
10. I became a Professional Fisherman, but discovered I couldn’t live on my net income.
11. Managed to get a good job working for a Pool Maintenance Company, but the work was just too draining.
12. So then I got a job in a Workout Center, but they said I wasn’t fit for the job
13. After many years of trying to find steady work, I finally got a job as a Historian – until I realized there was no future in it.
14. My last job was working in Starbucks, but had to quit because it was always the same old grind.
15 .SO, I TRIED RETIREMENT AND I FOUND I’M PERFECT FOR THE JOB!

Lost Words from our Childhood

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From: Ken W
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 2020 at 08:17
Subject: Lost Words from our Childhood

Enjoy,

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Lost Words from our Childhood

Mergatroyd! Do you remember that word? Would you believe the spell-checker did not recognize the word Mergatroyd? Heavens to Mergatroyd!

The other day a not so elderly (I’d say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy; and he looked at her quizzically and said, "What the heck is a Jalopy?"He had never heard of the word jalopy! She knew she was old … But not that old.

Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle.

About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included: Don’t touch that dial, Carbon copy, You sound like a broken record, and Hung out to dry.

Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We’d put on our best bib and tucker, tostraighten up and fly right.

Heavens to Betsy!

Gee whillikers!

Jumping Jehoshaphat!

Holy Moley!

We were in like Flynn andliving the life of Riley; and even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!

Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell?

Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers.

Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn’t anymore.

We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say,

"Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!" Or, "This is a fine kettle of fish!" We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanishedwith scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.

Poof, go the words of our youth, the words we’ve left behind. We blink, and they’re gone. Where have all those great phrases gone?

Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey, it’s your nickel.

Don’t forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses.

It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff! (Carter’s Little Liver Pills are gone too!)

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and therewere words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory.

It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging!

Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth.

See ya later, alligator! Okidoki.

You’ll notice they left out "Monkey Business"!!!

WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 40’s and 50’S … NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN … WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS:LIVING IN THE PEACEFUL AND COMFORTABLE TIMES, CREATED FOR US BY THE "GREATEST GENERATION."

In addition, one time I said to my grands something about a phone booth, and they asked, "What’s a phone booth?" They also laugh when we call jeans dungarees.

Christmas Catalog in 1934 at Montgomery Wards.

Forwarded message
From: Ken W
Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2020 at 09:06
Subject: Christmas Catalog in 1934 at Montgomery Wards.

I didn’t feel old until I read this!!

Check out those styles and prices

Check out the gasoline powered iron! Note at the bottom of the order form, it says, "If person ordering is married and order is over $100, both husband and wife must sign the order form. "

Christmas catalog. You can dream about these prices ,,,

PiCTURES FOR “SENIOR” PEOPLE

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From: Ken W
Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2021 at 03:18

Many have been around before but looking at them again is just fun.

PICTURES FOR "SENIOR" PEOPLE WARNING: If you are not a senior don’t bother to look at these pictures because you will not understand! </> If you remember most of these must be really old:) Spread the laughter, share the cheer, Let’s be happy while we’re still here!!!

COVID Hits Sanford & Son….

[tags Humour, Aldona]

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From: Aldona
Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2020 at 23:39
Subject: COVID Hits Sanford & Son….

Hillarious

Link to video – 20201015_ENTERTAINMENT_video_COVID Hits Sanford & Son – Ahead of his time

Olde Ads

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From: Wayne
Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2020 at 09:02
Subject: Olde Ads

I found some ads from the Olde Days: When ships and airplanes were made of wood. And the men who sailed and flew them were made of metal. They bloody well had to be to survive this stuff.

Keep the sunny side up,

Sir Muggins.

Good Friends…

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From: Ken W
Date: Sun, 4 Oct 2020 at 23:49
Subject: Good Friends…

“Good friends are like quilts-they age with you, yet never lose their warmth.” I am forwarding this to those on my Senior ‘s email list because it is so well written. Please send back. (I did) It’s neat. Don’t delete this one, you’ll laugh when you see the return message. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play on the computer, until 4 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50s, 60s & 70s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will. I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, eventually, I remember the important things. Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it). MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!