I remember....
Posted on 04/17/2011 12:02:26 PM PDT by OL Hickory
Remember the good ol days? Mom's smoked and drank when pregnant, you were raised on home cooking, your crib was covered with Lead Base paint, rode a bike with no helmet on gravel roads, you went outside till the street lights came on, your parents had no childproof lids or seat belts in cars, you got spanked when you misbehaved, had 3 TV channels you got up to change, school always started w/the Pledge of Allegiance, & stores were closed Sunday,you drank water out of a creek or out of water hose and YOU STILL TURNED OUT OK, if you can remember others that the kids of today would cry and wine about post em..
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I remember....
My brothers and I used to take rolls of caps (remember them?) and hit the little exploding dots with a rock or hammer. Sometimes we’d fold them so we were striking several caps at a time. I can still remember that smell. We were warned over and over again we would lose a finger but we did it anyway. We all still have ten fingers.
I think it's less about the kids and more about hysterical and over-managing parents (and govt).
I never did shoot my eye out.......
They take lead out of paint but put mercury in your light bulbs.
I remember when every boy had a chipped front tooth; I remember my mother letting me drink a little beer and lots of coffee (with rich milk and sugar) when I was a kid; I remember when the milk man would occasionally deliver wonderful, powdered doughnuts with a high fat content; I remember lighting fire crackers in my hand first and then throwing them and once digging out a tire from a disgusting pond and then hanging it on a tree and swinging from it...
How I miss those awful, dangerous old days.
We did the same thing. We also used a magnifying class to explode them. We would lay in the back window of the car when my mom was driving and roll out when she came to a stop. LOL She would be arrested for child abuse now. However, I am a big believer in seat belts. We had a fun childhood, though.
Mom's what smoked?
Regards,
No imagination.
We used to use a pin to patiently rip open each little dot on rolls of caps to collect the gunpowder inside.
Then we'd use the powder we collected to make giant firecrackers or skyrockets.
And we still have almost all our fingers.
True for Laz, if you leave out the "Base paint" part...
Yep brings back memories of the simple joys of childhood in yesteryear.
I remember summer days going to friends houses, just dropping in, not having to make a play date the way so many parents insist on nowadays.
I remember going for bike rides and packing a lunch and being gone all day with friends.
I remember playing baseball, not in a league, but just for fun, at the baseball diamond in the park.
I remember playing with friends at the park, without adult supervision.
I guess times are just different now. Nowadays, there aren’t too many things that kids can do without adult supervision, whether it’s sports or just going to friends houses. No way that kids today go for long bike rides and are gone all day.
Heck I don’t see too many kids nowadays just outside and playing. I know there’s lot of kids who live in this neighborhood, but you just don’t see them outside the way you did in the old days.
“Remember when” is the lowest form of conversation.
Tony Suprano
I know, I know....
Coke was that bottle you shook to spray at your friends rather than snort.
Maybe Tony Suprano didn’t have a “when” to remember...
I rode my bike through the mosquito spray cloud for fun.
If I got in trouble at school it was going to be twice as bad when I got home.
Remember the days when Americans could, without the help of computer software, write well and use standard grammar and punctuation?
And today, many Americans even with such technologies could not write a simple paragraph that would earn a passing grade in a 7th grade English Composition class.
My grandfather told me of a time when drinking a 6 pack of coke got you just as high as snorting it would....
School started with the pledge AND the Lord’s Prayer. I remember that, 55 years ago.
I also remember wandering the hills all day with my friends and we would drink any water we could find, creek water, dirty cow troughs out in fields, anything. We would also swim in any waterhole we could find, even if it was covered in scum and god knows what else. We never seemed to get sick though.
We would squish the roll of caps down as flat as we could, between our thumb and forefinger, then put it on the sidewalk and hit it with a hammer. If we were lucky every cap on the roll would go off.
As I think back on it now we were never at a loss for finding something ‘to do’. Those of us from that age certainly understand our parents’ admonition “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop!”
“Mom’s what smoked?”
Where do you think we all came from?
Tackle football with no pads, sometimes in the snow. Entertaining yourself. Settling your own disputes with other kids.
Boys brought cap pistols to school
I had my first cup of undiluted real tea at age 10
Meaning it wasnt flooded with milk
:)
I’m too young to remember the good old days.
When I was growing up, something called “diversity” was all the rage, and the promotion of this “diversity” was considered what made America so great. Al Sharpton was considered a respected political commentator.
Japan, for example, built consumer electronics. America is great because we have a “black president.”
American culture is a moral and aesthetic sewer. The government is unresponsive to our concerns. It seems to be controlled by millionaires who want to dismantle this country, but who say whatever they need to say to get elected, and then do whatever they please.
I can’t remember a time (having entered adulthood around the time of the Monica Lewinsky scandal) when I was satisfied with either the government or the economy. This whole setup never seemed right to me.
Something went seriously wrong with America before I was born. It seems to have happened in the 1960s and 1970s. You can see it in pictures: how nice people dressed and looked back then compared to how they look today.
I identify with America as it existed before the Baby Boomers went to college. You can look back at previous generations and marvel at their accomplishments. They “won the West” and built the Panama Canal and put a man on the moon.
The last two generations have utterly squandered their inheritance. They drove America off the cliff.
Certainly, I will live to see the inevitable bankruptcy of this whole rotten society, after it finally collapses under its own weight when the people who live here realize they nothing in common with each other, and get fed up with paying the annual tribute to Washington which can’t do a single thing right.
yeah, my mom smoked and drank...
And I was born 6 lbs 6 ozs and with a club-foot...
We would throw a whole box of caps into a campfire. Same with aerosol cans. The latter, I would not recommend, though.
Whole roll at a time was the only way baby.
you went outside till the street lights came on,
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During the summer hols we were gone from breakfast until teatime (dinner)
Unless we had called from someones house and got permission to stay there for dinner, we had to be home in time to our own house
We would be miles away on our bicycles, or swimming at the town pool or the “Rocks” or the swinging bridge...
I dont recalled my mother ever asking where I had been...
However that all changed when I turned 16 and the neighbor complained to Mum that I was walking down the road with BARE FEET
She wasnt upset that I was in shorts...just that my feet were uncovered..
Suddenly I was a young lady and had to act that way...
LOL
I smoked when I was expecting my kids. The doctor said it was perfectly ok but warned me about gaining too much weight. Twenty pounds back then was a no-no. All of my kids were over 9 1/2 lbs. and healthy.
I remember playing in the woods all day and going to the creek to swim. We would build a dam across the creek to make the swimming hole deeper. We ate wild blackberries and mulberries without washing them. I remember being 5 and waking to the store a block away with my 6 year old sister.
Whole box at a time if you could find a big enough hammer.
I had the same bike, except mine was blue. Coolest bike in the school bike rack.
“Whole box at a time if you could find a big enough hammer.”
Dam%, you were tough!
I was thinking that’s where it came from
I also like this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jaTgO24xIk
I am not averse to a low form of conversation. LOL
Ah, yes. Fetal alcohol syndrome and asthma. How sweet the memory.
I would take a roll and set it upright, get a baseball bat and hold it vertically, then draw back and bring the damn thing down on the whole roll.
It made a very nice noise. :-)
I also remember my friend, Rusty, and I unrolling firecrackers and harvesting the gunpowder. We’d get a used kite-string tube, wax a penny in one end, and fill the rest with the GP, finishing the other end with a penny and wax. Then we’d drill a small hole in the middle and stick in a fuse.
We’d go out to the wood pile in his back yard, stick it done a few rows, and light it. Big noise and wood everywhere.
Wish I wouldn’t have destroyed my Mickey Mantle rookie cards on the spokes of my bike, but it sure sounded cool.
and LAWYERS!!
I’m stealing this for my Facebook page :)
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