Are you getting a bit bored with the usual first date event of going out for a drink or a meal? If you are, you’re not alone – lots of people fall into doing this because it is the usual thing to do. We do it out of habit more than anything else.
But there are other things you can do to perk up that first date, and they might just get the ball rolling in the process.
The worst thing about the first date is breaking the ice. You can feel very awkward to begin with as you get to know each other and find things in common that you can easily talk about.
This is why going for a meal or a drink can be difficult, because you haven’t really got anything to do. For instance you might toy with your drink or choose a meal from the menu, but that’s about it. Furthermore you can’t really talk politely when you are eating!
So it stands to reason that other activities might be better. Think about bowling for example. This is always good fun and most people will give it a go even if they have never tried it before. The good thing about this is that it is a public place too, so if it is a blind date you’ll also feel quite safe with lots of other people around.
Ideally you should get to know each other a bit before you plan the first actual meeting. This would be easy if you have met each other online, because you can email each other or message each other through the site you met on. Try and get to know what your likes and dislikes are, because it will make it much easier to plan a successful and creative first date.
For instance you might find you both love theme parks. Why not head out to one nearby for the day together? You are guaranteed to have a more successful date if you are both doing something you love.
Some activities may not sound like the ideal first date but they are certainly creative. How about bungee jumping for the adventurous or a restaurant crawl for food lovers? This means eating every course of a meal somewhere different, and it will certainly be something to talk about.
Just remember that it is always better to chat with each other first to agree on a good first date. You can do this by emailing or sending an online SMS if you wish. Whatever way you get in touch, remember to let your imagination run wild. This is the only way you will come up with the best and most creative first date you can.
All that’s left to do then is to enjoy it!
Mom, the car, and a duck – Oct 1943
Image by Ed Yourdon
Another photo on the same album page says "Fall of 1943," so I’ve arbitrarily dated this one in October of that year.
A note on the back of this print says, "Isn’t our car pretty?"
All of the photos in this album are “originals” from the period when I was an infant in the mid-1940s — i.e., the period before I lived in Omaha, Riverside, Roswell, New York, Ft. Worth, and Denver (photos of which you may have seen already in my Flickr archives).
Before I get into the details, let me make a strong request — if you’re looking at these photos, and if you are getting any enjoyment at all of this brief look at some mundane Americana from 70+ years ago: find a similar episode in your own life, and write it down. Gather the pictures, clean them up, and upload them somewhere on the Internet where they can be found. Trust me: there will come a day when the only person on the planet who actually experienced those events is you. Your own memories may be fuzzy and incomplete; but they will be invaluable to your friends and family members, and to many generations of your descendants.
My own story changes dramatically at this point: the man I’ve presented as my Dad in previous Flickr albums, Ray Yourdon, was actually my stepfather. My birth parents grew up in Washington DC, married, and moved to Florida in the early days of World War II. My birth father worked as a flight instructor for the Air Force, and I was born on an Air Force base near Ft. Walton Beach, in the panhandle section of Florida (which you can read about here, if you’re interested: www.eglin.af.mil )
Some time after that, my parents divorced and my mother moved back to Washington with me, to live with her mother. After a bitter custody battle over me (so I’ve been told), I didn’t see my birth-father again until I was 30—at which point I was surprised to learn that I had three more half-sisters, in addition to the two I had grown up with (i.e., both my mother and my birth-father had remarried after they got divorced from each other). But that’s another story, with another set of photos …
Meanwhile, my mother worked as a secretary in the Pentagon as the war wound down, and when my stepfather ended up in Washington toward the end of his tour of duty in the Navy, they met, and married, and moved to Denver to begin a new life … chapters of which you’ve been seeing in these Flickr albums during the last several weeks.
So the photos in this album are from my birth in Florida through the first year or so of my childhood in Washington — uploaded in reverse chronological order, starting in 1945. I haven’t written any details, because I have no conscious memory of what was happening at the time; and at this point, all of my parents, step-parents, and grandparents are gone. Yes, I do have five wonderful sisters, all of whom share various memories with me; but I’m the oldest of the brood, so I have no siblings with first-hand information about what I was doing for the first year or two of my life.
All I have are the photos that you see here. But they do tell a story, and that’s why I think it’s so important that you track down all of your own photos and preserve them somewhere for the generations who will follow after you.
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