Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[CVOJOE]

Enjoy the past. . . . we will never see it again. (Under age 40? You won't understand.)

My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread may on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning. She used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapp ed in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice-pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli. 

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

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 Ked's (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 much harder than gym. 

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. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? 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 recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 470 digital TV cable stations.

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

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-c ent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt 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 and then; AND we got butt spanked again when we got home. 

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 she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.

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 to get into group therapy and anger management classes? 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?

LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T; SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING.

[Hoist!]

That was cool Joe! So very true too! Well everything except the spanking parts. I didn't get spanked. That hurt their hands too much, I guess because it was needed so often. I GOT THE BELT!!!

Hoist!

[Gettinold]

Enjoy the past. . . . we will never see it again. (Under age 40? You won't understand.)

My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread may on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning. She used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapp ed in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice-pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli. 

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

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 Ked's (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 much harder than gym. 

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. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? 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 recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 470 digital TV cable stations.

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

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-c ent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt 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 and then; AND we got butt spanked again when we got home. 

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 she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.

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 to get into group therapy and anger management classes? 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?

LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T; SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING.

Only the good die young.

[Screamin]

That was cool Joe! So very true too! Well everything except the spanking parts. I didn't get spanked. That hurt their hands too much, I guess because it was needed so often. I GOT THE BELT!!!

Hoist!

Belt, yardstick and my favorite, the ping pong paddle. Bad scene when it busted in dad's hand and I cracked up laughing.

[56FLE]

My dad had a board for my brother and I, when it split, he just got a bigger board, figured we had out grown the last one.

Funny how it is now, no metal school sliders, monkey bars, and swings. You where lucky if you had wood chips to land in if you happened to fail off (usually pushed off). Now kids have soft rubber play grounds or their parents look to sue the schools if their child gets a broken leg.

We all figured it was part of growing up and it was our fault we fell wrong to break our leg. We never considered suing anyone.

I remember walking home from school (about a mile) because I could cut through back yards (without fences) and open fields and get home quicker then the school bus because they had their route and I had a faster one. Do you think kids now days would even consider walking home from school if they can take a bus?

I am happy I grew up when I did, I think all of us over 40 do.