Survivors

 

That’s me with the Family the year of my second Christmas

I know, I know, I know… reminiscing about “the good old days” is a clear sign that the bloom is off the rose so to speak… But this forward hit me the right way and so, here you have a little wisdom from Jay Leno.

 

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE

1930s, ’40s, ’50s, ’60s and ’70s!!

(And you’ll see pictures that PROVE I did!) 

First, we survived being born to mothers who may have 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, locks on doors or cabinets,

and, when we rode our bikes,                                                                                                                                                                     My parents

we had baseball caps,                                                                                                                                               

not helmets, on our heads. 

As infants and children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes..

Riding in the back of a pick- up truck 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.

                                                                                                                                               Me with my grandparents 

We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter, and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And we weren’t overweight.

WHY

Because we were always outside playing…that’s why!

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 OKAY.

                                                  Dad and me going fishing 

We would spend hours building

our go-carts out of scraps 

and then ride them 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 Play Stations, Nintendo’s and X-boxes. There were

no video games, no 150 channels on cable,      

no video movies or DVDs,

no surround-sound or CDs,

no cell phones,

no personal computers,

no Internet and no chat rooms. 

                                                                                           That’s my brother Peter and me

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 those accidents. 

We would get spankings with wooden spoons, switches, ping-pong paddles, or just a bare hand, and no one would call child services to report abuse. 

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.                                                               The dancing class

Imagine that!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

 

These generations have produced some of the best   risk-takers,

problem solvers, and inventors ever. 

The past 50 to 85 years have seen an explosion of innovation and new ideas..

 

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

Of course not everyone lived what’s described above. During the “good old days” there were dark things too. But the freedom of body and mind is indeed a casualty of our times. Will we ever get it back? (Thanks Hanneke for the forward!)

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6 responses to “Survivors

  1. Alice Trueman

    And we got away with doing things your mother wouldn’t let you do – she had done them herself! Clean hands for meals came far ahead of safety between meals in order of importance. We didn’t drown or even suffer from hypothermia from falling into the ocean; we rarely broke bones or suffered from concussion; we were not injured in car accidents. Of course we didn’t drive either, our bikes were our freedom – the only restriction on distance was how far we were willing to peddle. That was life in the country, though, not in the city.
    Aunt Alice

  2. kwallek

    We had it made growing up, jumping from tree top to tree top, playing tag in the old beam barns, we all tugged on Superman’s cape a few times back in the day. Slim had his day as well, Fat boy pulled the top out of one of those trees and fell 25 feet, Rick, his brother who played in the NFL later, fell 30 feet from a barn beam but landed on a boy who was running by and was not hurt. I almost put my eye out looking down the barrel of a Cold Duck cork after a football game. We played the part of Jim, but Slim would visit now and then-the price of our freedom.
    Sorry for being so obtuse. My point was I had a lot more freedom than my kids did but I have more scars. And Slim is in the last verse, he becomes the new champion or a symbolic reckoning, however deep you want to go in that ditty.

    • Thanks for that… When I hear the name “Slim”, I think of Carlos Slim… I couldn’t quite figure out what he would have to do with my post! It was too early in the morning when I read it I guess.

  3. kwallek

    Don’t tug on Superman’s cape and don’t mess around with Slim…

    • Hm-m-m-m. Last time I heard Jim Croce’s song it was,
      “And you don’t tug on Superman’s cape
      You don’t spit into the wind
      You don’t pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
      And you don’t mess around with Jim”
      ‘I don’t quite catch the relevance of the song and the substitution of Slim, to this post but maybe you’ll make that clearer?

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