Mr Gorsky

-Original Message-

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

Forwarded message
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!

Olde Ads

Forwarded message
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.

THIS IS AS GOOD AS IT GETS – – – AMAZING !!!

[nogallery]
Forwarded message
From: Kent W
Date: Wed, 16 Sep 2020 at 23:27
Subject: Fwd: THIS IS AS GOOD AS IT GETS – – – AMAZING !!!

What fun; pictures of animals and “kids”. I bet you even have some photos like these of your own. Christy

Great pics!

 Something nice for a change……

A little quarantine humor

Forwarded message
From: Ken W
Date: Thu, 28 May 2020 at 06:31

- I’m having a quarantine party this weekend! None of you are invited.

• We are just two to three weeks away from learning everyone’s real hair color.

• All these people are worrying about a baby boom in the next nine months. Two days of homeschooling should nip that right in the bud!

• The Department of Health is looking to hire couples married seven years or more to educate people on social distancing.

• Quarantine Day 16: I have started taking calls from telemarketers. Some of them are quite nice. Jake from Superior Life Insurance has a new baby.

• Grocery shopping has become a real life version of Pac-Man. Avoid everyone, get the fruit, and take any route possible to avoid contact.

• So we don’t go to restaurants, kids aren’t signed up for anything, and we just stayed home for Spring Break. Sounds like my childhood.

• My wife and I play this fun game during quarantine. It’s called, “Why Are You Doing It That Way?” There are no winners.
• When we come out of this and I ask you where you want to eat, I do NOT want to hear, “I don’t know.” …YOU HAD 60 DAYS!

• Cannot wait until this is over so I can go back to social distancing on my own terms.

• My car probably thinks I died.

• It has been a blessing being home with the wife for three weeks now. We have caught up on everything I have done wrong for 15 years.

• If your parents are over 60 and want to go out … FORBID THEM! If they complain and say, “But everyone else is doing it”, tell them, “You’re not everyone.” IT’S PAYBACK TIME!

• Hormel Foods made their first batch of SPAM in 1937. With everyone out shopping and hoarding food, they have announced they will be making their second batch later this week.

• If you believe that the Yankees will be playing in 2 weeks, raise your right hand. Now slap yourself with it.

• Due to my isolation, I finished three books yesterday. And believe me, that is a lot of coloring!

• Anyone else getting a tan from the light in your refrigerator?

A Very Special Group

Forwarded message
From: Ken W
Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2019 at 13:22
Subject: Fwd: A Very Special Group

This might not strike home with all our correspondents but it is good solid information about a generation that will unlikely be repeated in the near future. "The Greatest Generation?" Maybe not forever but at least up until now.

We are a Very Special Group

Some Interesting Facts

Born in the 1930s to the mid 40s, we exist as a very special age group.

We are the smallest group of children born since the early 1900s.

We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, who can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.

We are the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to shoes to stoves.

Wesaved string, tin foil and poured fat into tin cans.

We saw cars up on blocks because tires weren’t available.

We can remember milk being delivered to our house early in the morning and placed in the “milk box” on the porch.

We are the last to see the gold stars in the front windows of our grieving neighbors whose sons died in the War.

We saw the ‘boys’ home from the war, build their little houses.

We are the last generation who spent childhood without television; instead, we imagined what we heard on the radio.

As we all like to brag, with no TV, we spent our childhood "playing outside”.

There was no little league.

There was no city playground for kids.

The lack of television in our early years meant, for most of us, that we had little real understanding of what the world was like.

On Saturday afternoons, the movies gave us newsreels sandwiched in between westerns and cartoons.

Telephones were one to a house, often shared (party lines) and hung on the wall in the kitchen (no cares about privacy).

Computers were called calculators, they were hand cranked; typewriters were driven by pounding fingers, throwing the carriage, and changing the ribbon.

The ‘INTERNET’ and ‘GOOGLE’ were words that did not exist.

Newspapers and magazines were written for adults and the news was broadcast on our radio in the evening by
Gabriel Heatter, Lowell Thomas and later Paul Harvey.

As we grew up, the country was exploding with growth.

The G.I. Bill gave returning veterans the means to get an education and spurred colleges to grow.

VA loans fanned a housing boom.

Pent up demand coupled with new instalment payment plans opened many factories for work.

New highways would bring jobs and mobility.

The veterans joined civic clubs and became active in politics.

The radio network expanded from 3 stations to thousands.

Our parents were suddenly free from the confines of the depression and the war, and they threw themselves into exploring opportunities they had never imagined.

We weren’t neglected, but we weren’t today’s all-consuming family focus.

They were glad we played by ourselves until the street lights came on.

They were busy discovering the post war world.

We entered a world of overflowing plenty and opportunity; a world where we were welcomed, enjoyed ourselves and felt secure in our future though depression poverty was deeply remembered.

Polio was still a crippler.

We came of age in the 50s and 60s.

The Korean War was a dark passage in the early 50s and by mid-decade school children were ducking under desks for Air-Raid training.

Russia built the “Iron Curtain” and China became Red China ..

Eisenhower sent the first ‘Army Advisers’ to Vietnam.

Castro took over in Cuba and Khrushchevcame to power.

We are the last generation to experience an interlude when there were no threats to our homeland. The war was over and the cold war, terrorism, “global warming”, and perpetual economic insecurity had yet to haunt life with unease.

Only our generation can remember both a time of great war, and a time when our world was secure and full of bright promise and plenty. lived through both.

We grew up at the best possible time, a time when the world was getting better….

We are "The Last Ones"

More than 99 % of us are either retired or deceased, and we feel privileged to have “ lived in the best of times"!

Old Farts Only!!!

Forwarded message
From: Ken W
Sep 2019 at 00:49
Subject: Fwd: Old Farts Only!!!

From: Lou F

Date: Thu, Sep 5, 2019 at 3:15 PM
Subject: Old Farts Only!!!
To: F, Alfons

I THINK I FOUND MOST OF THESE IN MY CLOSET WHEN WE HAD TO PACK UP AND MOVE….

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?? ?? ?? ??? ?? ?? You (like me) must be really old?? . ?? ?? ?? ?? Spread the laughter, share the cheer,?? ?? Let’s be happy while we’re still here!!!

OUR CHILDHOOD IN PICTURES.

Forwarded message
From: Ken W
1 Sep 2019 at 20:37
Subject: Fwd: Fw: OUR CHILDHOOD IN PICTURES.
Forwarded message

From: Muriel E
Date: Mon, Sep 9, 2019 at 3:19 PM
Subject: Fw: OUR CHILDHOOD IN PICTURES.

Remember all except those we didn’t have in our

small town (a Woolworth’s, …). OMGoodness! 🙂
Linda

OUR CHILDHOOD IN PICTURES. p L

This will make u smile

Forwarded message
From: Ken W
Aug 2019 at 07:19
Subject: Fwd: This will make u smile

If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.

(Hardly seems worth it.)

The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.

(O.M.G.!)

A pig’s orgasm lasts 30 minutes.

(In my next life, I want to be a pig.)

A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death. (Creepy.)

(I’m still not over the pig.)

Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.

(Don’t try this at home,maybe at work.)

The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male’s head off.

(Honey, I’m home. What the…?)

The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It’s like a human jumping the length of a football field.

(30 minutes. Lucky pig! Can you imagine?)

The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.

(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)

Some lions mate over 50 times a day.

(I still want to be a pig in my next life, quality over quantity.)

Butterflies taste with their feet.

(Something I always wanted to know.)

The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.

(Hmmmmmm…….)

Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.

(If you’re ambidextrous, do you split the difference?)

Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.

(Okay, so that would be a good thing.)

A cat’s urine glows under a black light.

(I wonder how much the government paid to figure that out.)

An ostrich’s eye is bigger than its brain.

(I know some people like that.)

Starfish have no brains.

(I know some people like that, too.)

Polar bears are left-handed.

(If they switch, they’ll live a lot longer.)

Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.

(What about that pig? Do the dolphins know about the pig?)

Now that you’ve smiled at least once, it’s your turn to spread these crazy facts and send this to someone you want to bring a smile to,maybe even a chuckle.

In other words, send it to everyone!

Thanks,

Bill