How Old am I ?

How old am I?  I'm old enough to remember the old cobbled streets in some parts of Raleigh; old enough to remember when the 'Ice Man' came three times a week to put a huge frozen square into Granny's ice box; old enough to remember when our milk was delivered in glass bottles from the 'Milk Man' in a horse drawn milk truck (or carriage); remembering Granny or Mother scooping the cream off the top of the milk to save for a special delicacy (we were not allowed to touch the cream).
I remember when our phone number was only for digits-with a party line (7294); when you could buy B-B-Bats two for a penny ( B-B-Bats is gooey candy on a stick), don't know if they're still around or not. When penny candy really was, penny candy;  buying huge sour pickles right out of the wooden pickle barrel for a nickel a piece; buying a pasteboard cup of ice cream for five cents and a picture of a movie star would be under the lid (wish I'd kept all that I had collected).
When Cracker Jacks had a REAL prize inside; when Monopoly had all metal movers pieces; the Flexi sled that we'd use in winter to slide down the street in deep snow.  When our regular cough syrup was a mixture of
whiskey, lemon juice and honey; when women's stockings had seams running up the back; Rationing stamps (or coupons.)

I could go on and on, but it would probably become very boring. It seems to me that times have changed at a much more rapid pace in my seventy-two years, than in the previous seventy-two.  It has been an astounding ride. I would never have, in my youth, come close to thinking that people in this day would be holding a small device in the palm of their hand, that could phone a friend, play a game, take a picture, play music and calculate numbers. Thinking about it is sometimes mind blowing!  I believe that I was born at just the right moment in time.
The above photo is of one of my Mother's boyfriend's, Nick, with me and Chap. (the one who taught me to tie my shoes )...:)