The Way It Was

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  1. Tootsall

    Tootsall Fortissimo User

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    Yee HAW!
    My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs, and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife...and no bleach! Funny, but we never seemed to get food poisoning!

    My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter, too....and used to eat it raw sometimes, but I just can't remember getting ecoli...not once!

    Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring).

    The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

    We all took gym, not "PE"... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Keds (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built-in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries, but they must have happened because they tell us how much "safer" we are now.

    Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess "PE" must be a lot harder than gym.

    Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson [and provided comic relief] by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet spot. How much better off would we be today if we only knew we could have sued the School District!

    Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the National Anthem and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches!

    I can't understand it. Schools didn't offer 14 year-olds an abortion or condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway), but they did give us a couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the sniffles. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember the School Nurse? Ours wore a hat and everything!

    I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.

    I just can't believe how bored we all were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box, or 270 digital-cable TV stations.

    I must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize through the denial of the dangers could have befallen us as we trekked off each day about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant lot, built forts out of branches and pieces of plywood, made trails, and fought over who got to be the Lone Ranger. What was that property owner thinking, letting us play on that lot? He should have been locked up for not putting up a fence around the property, complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm!

    Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have died!

    We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome and then we got our rear spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat!

    We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there, too...and then we got spanked again when we got home! Talk about physical abuse!!!

    Mom invited the door to door salesman inside for coffee, kids choked down the dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks. (Remember Tonka Trucks? Remember how tough they were? It sure wasn't so they could take the rough Berber in the family room!)

    Oh, and Dad even drove a car burning leaded gas!

    Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play and I am sure that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on two week vacations. I should probably sue the folks now for the danger they put us in when we all slept at campgrounds in the family tent.

    Summers were spent behind the push lawn mower and I didn't even know that mowers came with engines until I was 13...and (horrors!) we got one without an "automatic blade-stop"!

    How sick were my parents? Of course my parents weren't the only psychos. I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that he could have owned our house. Instead she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amok!!!

    To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?

    We needed group therapy and anger management classes...and didn't even know it!

    We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!

    How did we EVER survive???
     
  2. bigaggietrumpet

    bigaggietrumpet Mezzo Forte User

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    You just described my summer job for the past 5 or 6 years! And no, I'm not talking about Ms. Jenkins nice little St. Augustine yard down the street, I'm talking Johnson grass that comes up to your hip!
     
  3. Bear

    Bear Forte User

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    Amen Tootsall, amen. I'm just a kid (23) but it does seem like things have changed dramatically.... and not for the better in some circumstances. It ain't the good ol' days no more.
     
  4. Tootsall

    Tootsall Fortissimo User

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    They missed one baby killer in the summary I found above... I remember as a kid riding in the back seat of my parents' old '53 Pontiac (except it wasn't so old at the time!), the floor well in the back seat packed up with sleeping bags and blankets to form a big "padded platform". My brother and I could rattle around there, fight with each other, and otherwise amuse ourselves to no end. (Anybody else remember the rope that used to go across the back of the front seat to form a handhold?). We'd travel from one end of Canada to the other some 4,000-odd miles that way and never once died. (Seat belts were invented in....... 1962?)

    (I won't even mention hauling an old farm wagon to the top of a hill, jumping in and heading downhill, throwing the tree sideways to cause the wagon to swerve and roll over while leaping out to safety just before it crushed us.... or the neighbour kids who used to play "Cowboys and Indians" around their farm...... shooting at each other with BB guns! And I don't suppose putting gasoline in a tin can and then sealing it with their mother's canner... then putting the sealed can into the lit garbage burning barrel counts as "dangerous". No..... uh huh. (Insert photo of Alfred E. Newman... "what, me worry?")

    What is it they say? "God loves a fool"?


    LEGAL DISCLAIMER.... None of the above stories bears any resemblance whatsoever to reality. You should never try any of these stunts on your own. You are recommended to contact your lawyer and ensure that you have access to legal remedy in the event of an accident (real OR imagined). The above risk behaviours were conducted by trained professionals only. Seat belt use is not only encouraged but in some jurisdictions, mandatory. Obey the law. Wear clean underwear at all times.
     
  5. Bear

    Bear Forte User

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    lol, even I remember the BB gun fights... you forgot another one though. Remember when we played "war" with Roman Candles and fireworks?! Now those were the days. Heck, I even remember mom and dad gettin' involved in a few of those, fun times. Nothin' ever burned down and no one ever got hurt... try that now adays and we'll have nervous breakdown, what gives?...
     
  6. DaveH

    DaveH Piano User

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    Great post, Tootsall, and fun to read...

    I can relate to it very well...

    The way we all survived - and actually lived better and were better off all the way around - is that we were, in fact, ignorant of all the modern psychological garbage and psycho-babble that has invaded and polluted the thinking of the modern culture since the 1960s.

    Want to read some good books about how things are "supposed" to work in families, and especially as regards children and school? Read some of the titles written by John Rosemond...I highly recommend Rosemond especially to any parent who wants to know what it is supposed to be all about...

    www.rosemond.com
     

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