Do you remember some of the expressions we used to say? Phrases like, “Don’t touch that dial,” “Carbon copy,” “You sound like a broken record,” and “Hang out to dry.”

A friend of mine gave me a list of words and expressions that have passed on as the years go by and technology has taken over. I’m going to share part of this list with you.

Back in the olden days, we had a lot of moxie. We’d put our best bib and tucker and straighten up and fly right. Hubba-hubba.

We’d cut a rung in some juke joint and then go necking and petting and smooching and spooning and billing and cooing and pitching woo in hot rods and jalopies in some passion pit or lovers lane.

Are you still with me? Heavens to Betsy. Gee Whillikers. Jumpin, Jehoshaphat. Holy Moley. We were living the life of Riley and even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China.

Back then, life used to be swell, but the word swell has gone along the way with spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, boleros, saddle shoes and pedal pushers.

Oh my aching back, Kibroy was here but not many more. Time has changed, and before we can say “I’ll be a monkey’s uncle,” or “This is a fine kettle of fish,” we discover the words we grew up with have vanished.

Other things left behind are hula hoops, skate keys, candy cigarettes and little wax bottles filled with colored sugar water.

Here’s a few more: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Bigger than a bread box. It’s your nickel. Don’t forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Iron curtains, civil defense. Fiddlesticks, cooties. Going like 60. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Heavens to murgatroyd. Maybe Casper did it.

Oh my stars and garters. It turns out there are more of these expressions than Carter had liver pills.

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in this time and now have the advantage of remembering these words and phrases when they existed. It’s one of the great things of aging. In fact, we can see some of the things of the past trying to make a come back, such as hula hoops, boleros, high heels and hard Christmas candy. We can have our cake and eat it, too. See ya later, alligator.

I hope to see you at the annual groundhog supper from 5 to 7 p.m. Sunday at St. John Lutheran Church, north of Ellis on the blacktop. I invite you to join us for good food and fellowship, and all-you-can-eat pancakes, eggs and sausage. Freewill offering. After awhile, crocodile.

Opal Flinn is a member of the Generations Advisory Group.