Hard to believe but I know there once was a time when people weren’t grinches and loved community for community. Think back after the world wars people didn’t have money for gifts for holidays or even birthdays but they could round enough up for a cake and something to drink so the family and community-weather it be neighbors or church fellowship could get together for a small moment of happiness without materialistic expectations.
This new world people dont remember those days. Now they just chase misery, chase moments to bring others complains instead of comfort and gifts instead of pure memories.
Really trying to better myself- so I can show my kids life of small moments. Like after the world wars where it wasn’t about the gifts but about the memories. I want my kids to know it’s better to have someone in your arms than to have someone bring you a gift. Real love Real hugs Real family. A grateful heart is what makes the world better. I don’t want to be a Sabrina carpenter or any modern mirror in todays world. I want to be an old fashion person , I want to show my kids that old world was better. The values really meant something.
If you’re reading this- stay pure-stay true- stay old fashion
Xoxo kallie baby
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MEđź’—Kallie Venturini
🦋No weapon that is formed against ME shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against ME in judgment the Lord shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the Angels of the Lord, and their righteousness is of the Lord.❤️
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March 26,2026 Radio days- along with the great American song book- the great standards. pure music that makes me feel like I’m Ann Margret in “Made in Paris” where she is on the balcony watching the show and states “who needs to drink when I'm drunk enough on life” that’s how I feel, especially when the great American song book is playing. Ann Margret sings an American Standard- More than you know. One of the most beautifully written songs to ME. Back when love was something REAL people carried in their pockets everyday.
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