My work has been so busy lately I haven’t had time to blog. It’s good for my bank account but I’ve missed posting so I’ve decided to post whenever I think of something I want to tell my friends, whether I’ve done any research or not. I think I’d rather stay in touch than feel I have to only write when I have something “important” to say. Here’s my first offering.
I got one of those email forwarded things yesterday. Some days I like getting them and other days I really hate it. Yesterday I was in a mood to take a look at it and I’m so glad I did. Below is part of the one I received yesterday just because I wanted to share it with you.
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's 40's, 50's, and 60's!!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking. As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank koolade made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING !
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable (for many of us there was no TV), no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers!, no Internet or chat rooms. WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
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Doesn’t this bring back memories? Actually, the one I received included the ‘70s but my daughter was raised then and by that time, at least where I was living, most of those things just didn’t happen that much any more. I was a smoker when I got pregnant and my doctors were pretty darned adamant that I quit immediately. Well, to be honest, after I had her I started up again and I did smoke not only in the house but in the car. Who knew?
The things that caught my attention the most were more about my very young life. I definitely related to the part about going outside for the whole day. I can remember not only going outside but walking down to 9 Mile Creek and spend hours in the woods—alone—and no one thought a thing about it. Every once in a while my mother would yell at me for being gone too long but that was when she told me to be home for lunch and I lost track of time and didn’t come home until mid-afternoon. She didn’t yell because she was worried—she yelled because I hadn’t followed the rules.
We didn’t get our first television set until I was four years old. We got one channel. When we moved into the “big city” we got three channels. Eventually we got five channels—the major three, PBS, and one independent channel. That’s what we had until I was 23 when we got cable. At that time cable just meant we got the regular channels with clear reception rather than trying to use rabbit ears or an antenna on the roof. It also included HBO which showed the same five or six movies over and over and over all month long. Each month there was a new movie. Yep, that was cable. Are you old enough to remember that? My granddaughter was simply amazed when we talked about it. Oh, and there was no remote. You went over to the television set and turned the knob on the cable box. Of course we didn’t mind. That’s always how we had changed the channel on our television set.
I was just sharing with a friend about how we would pick vegetable out of the garden and ate them right there, without washing them. What made it funny was that the garden had been fertilized with manure. We would absolutely cringe at that today.
Here’s my favorite: When I was two years old I spent a year living with my grandparents so my mother could work while my father attended baking school. Grandma and Grandpa lived in an apartment above a furniture store. They had a “balcony” that was actually the flat roof at the back of the apartment. Each side of what we referred to as the porch had a brick planter. The front side, however was open to the loading dock below. When I got there Grandpa went out and painted a white line about three feet from the edge and told me I was never to cross that line without either he or Grandma holding my hand. If I wanted to go to the edge I was to go in the house and get them to come back with me. Then they left me out there to play. Yes they did. I never crossed the line and I always went in to get one of them when there was a furniture delivery. I loved to lie on my tummy and look over the edge so I could watch the beautiful furniture being unloaded off the truck.
Can you imagine what we would do if we saw a two-year-old playing on a rooftop “porch” with no supervision—well, even WITH supervision? Oh my, CPS would be there in seconds! Neglect, endangerment, abuse—it would not be pretty.
So, enjoy the memories.
Until next time…