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Title: For those who survived..... Post by daffyswacky on May 16th, 2005, 7:38pm TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 50's, 60's and 70's !! First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were 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 children, we would ride in cars with no 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, bread and butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, 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 299 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet 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 made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did thevworms live in us forever. 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!! The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law! This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL! And YOU are one of them! CONGRATULATIONS! You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good. Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?! |
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Title: Re: For those who survived..... Post by notseinfeld on May 16th, 2005, 7:48pm Bump. |
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Title: Re: For those who survived..... Post by BarbaraD on May 16th, 2005, 7:50pm And I'm just old enough to remember all that "good" time. How did we let it change? My theory -- no enough people got "involved" in WHAT was going on -- they just accepted that the government knew what was best for us. I'm madder than a hornet today. Just got a call from my son and my grandson's "Pre-school/Daycare" sent him home today because he tinkled on his shoes. He's THREE for goodness sakes - accidents happen. What the HELL does these people get paid for. Clean the shoes off, brag on him for not going in his pants and go on with the day!!!!!!!! This chastisment is crap! He'll do his business when he gets ready... Granny's theory! But the damn books say he's supposed to be fully trained by the time he's 2 1/2 - get over it!!! Gee, I miss the 50s........... Hugs BD |
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Title: Re: For those who survived..... Post by don on May 16th, 2005, 8:14pm As homer says: "The 60's ended for me that day in 1978". |
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Title: Re: For those who survived..... Post by Charlie on May 16th, 2005, 10:39pm Geeze. How right you are. Mom probably had every pain medication under the sun during my birth. Mother's milk? Hah. Straight from the can. We had a hell of a good time. We ate buckets of fattening food, gallons of whole milk, put butter, sugar and real cream on everthing, had pankcakes with syrup and butter every other day. No such thing as diet anything. Slurp. http://www.netsync.net/users/charlies/gifs/munch.gif I was gone all day until dark getting stung by bees and probably coming closer to death than I knew, and all that you mentioned. No goddam karate, dance class, or other silly shit for me. All kinds of games with balls, bats, and gloves. Charlie |
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Title: Re: For those who survived..... Post by cootie on May 16th, 2005, 11:25pm Heck I was drinkin coffee when I was about 2 and 3......mom would dilute it in a bottle for me......started drinkin coke at about 3 yrs old in bottles. Used to pull asbestos off the pipes in grade school for a joke and run when the stuff fell and cover'd you head. I even chew'd on lead paint chips off the windowsills. Played with mercury in my hand I had in a teeny bottle thinkin it was cool stuff to touch. Dam........course that was before killer big macs and fingers in chili Pam |
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Title: Re: For those who survived..... Post by sandie99 on May 17th, 2005, 6:04am My parents were born in 1935 and 1944. Their world was different from mine in so many ways... My mum was raised in the countryside, her parents had a farm. They didn't have the time to watch out what my mum and her 9 siblings were up to 24/7, so the older siblings took care the younger ones. All the kids in the nearby farms would play together and have fun. There was no bullying, and if somebody tried to bull someone, the older siblings took care of it quickly. Many of my mother's older siblings never had that much education; her two older brothers were needed at the farm. Education was a luxury. My mum was the first in her family to graduate. She got her chance only after the local teacher came personally to talk to the family. Naturally, that meant, that she was living on her own since she was as young as 11. My mum's school times were filled with pressure to do well: if she didn't, she was sure that her father would say that her school days are over and she should come back home. Needless to say, she was no 1 in her class. After mum, also 3 of her younger siblings were educated. Mum studied quickly and started at her first job at the age 21. She worked for the same company for her whole career, in different positions. My dad grew up in a countryside town (which is a city these days). His father was a strict, old-fashioned man who believed in dicipline. His mother was a housewife who took care of the family, husband and two sons and in-laws, without thinking her own needs. When dad's father went to the war, he came home as a changed man. He had been a captain and responsible for sending many sons of his friends into battles they never returned. My dad grew up with the kids nearby playing together, age didn't matter. Actually, two of his closest friends were actually in the same class with dad's younger brother. Dad had to get used to the fact that although he was the oldest and loved dearly his parents, his father always favoured his younger brother - he was a looker, so a success in their father's eyes. The fact that my dad broke his back in the army didn't help. Both my father and his brother followed their father career-wise: they all became managers at a bank. But, interestingly, when there were mergers at bank world, my dad was asked to stay at the age most people were pushed to retirement but his brother was sent to early retirement. So the younger brother who claimed to be better was taught a lesson. I was born in 1980, but I could have easily been born years earlier what came to parents' teaching methods. They brought me up pretty much like they were brought up. I'm proud for the values they've given me and the moral exaple they have shown. In my childhood days, I did make friends with the kids nextdoor and we played for several hours at the backyards. We hang around the streets nearby rollerskating, running, talking, walking with my best friend's dog. We played hide and seek, basketball, football and baseball. Things do change, they always do. As my friends at the time were all older than me and went to different schools, when my education begun I had to start with zero. First and second grade went okay, but third... that's when my life became more difficult. Some of my school pals at the time changed schools. I spent grades 4 and 5 pretty much alone and several kids bullied me for several reasons. When my teacher retired, she spoke to my mum and convinced her that I should change school for grade 6, which I did. For the next 4 years I got 5 new friends - 4 of them are still my best friends, but I was also tortured by 4 school bullies. Back at sixth grade some people actually stood up for me (as my mum's advice: "ignore them and they'll stop" didn't work neither did anything I did or didn't do), but since then I was on my own. One of my friends actually confessed to me two years ago that she had made a decision not to help me, according to her it was only my problem. I actually did scream whatever came to my mind to bully no 1 in the 9th grade. That did stop him... I have forgiven those people who did bully me, but I can't ever forget. I have battled against low self esteem since the first bully. I had eating disorder thanks to one of them. It took me years to get where I am today; healthy with self esteem. I did try to tell my folkes so many times but they never really understood; back in their childhood nobody was ignored in the same way, all the kids played together. That wasn't true in my childhood. In my family, if you did something right, it was ignored, but if you didn't, you were yelled at. I know that my folkes did the best they could and they loved me the best way they could; dad as I am, mum as I could be. If I ever be blessed with the gift of motherhood, I know I'll be like my parents in certain ways. But would hug my child more and encourage them more and believe in them more and wouldn't raise them with negative attitude. My mum only lost part of hers since she retired in February. One Finnish psygiatrist says that we got the kind of parents we deserve, mine made a patriotic dreamer with old-fashioned values, sense of realism, optimistic outlook, diplomatic manner of looking at situations and ambition to prove that I can be someone worth knowing. I'm proud of my roots and I hope they'll be proud of my wings. :) Sorry for the long post... :-[ Sandie |
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