What I wouldn't give to "transport" back to the '50s, the times I was a kid and growing up with my grandparents. I have to forgive myself that I was a kid, and more interested then in Bill Haley, Buddy Holly, and Janet Miller (oh, Janet!) than in what really mattered. My grandparents knew how to live, how to do things. They grew up having to slaughter hogs, smoke meat, milk cows, tend the chickens, grow things to eat --- all this was routine and natural to them. Electricity was a luxury, lights only (they had to pay the "light" bill, not the electricity bill). They did most things by hand. No washing machines, no friggin' cell phones or computers (gurr, grumble, hiss). I even remember the phone being on the wall & everyone knew the ring sequence (three shorts and a long) that meant the call was for you. If you wanted to know were someone was, you could ring up the operator and ask "Gladys" if she knew where so-and-so was. You won't be surprised that one of my favorite movies is "Peggy Sue Got Married". Man, I really wish I had been more observant, more concerned with learning what my elders knew and less drawn to pink and black and white bucks. I actually wore a white sport coat and a pink carnation (dear Marty)! What great grandparents we had. Xixor5 - what a gift you have. Durned if it don't bring a tear to me eye.