“I walked 3 miles each way in waist deep snow and had to be alert so the local Indians didn’t waylay me.”
Damn, I thought that ended in the late 1800s. Tells you what I know.
Nope - even into the 1950’s there has been a lot of snow in a Rochester Winter...I may be mistaken about the Indians though...but, then again, my Uncle Joe loved fishing and he and his friend, “The Chief” built a boat together.....
Walking 3 miles to school ended in the 50’s when buses became more common and dependable. I have a picture of my sister driving a John Deere A tractor pulling a trailer with my brothers going to school in the 40’s. School was about 4 miles away in rural farmland.
Today even having thoughts about making a kid walk to school (free ranging to leftards) would be child abuse and cause to bring in social services.
Also in the child abuse department, my sister and brother drove a grain truck on the farm. My sister sat on her knees to steer the truck while the brother was on the floor operating the clutch as gas pedals. It’s a frequent story she tells at family get-togther’s. All of us kids were raised to be independent at a very early age. My first vehicle was a tractor at age 9. At age 14 I drove a loaded gravel truck. At age 16 I hired on as a grain truck driver with no drivers license.
Those abusive events traumatized all of us kids forcing us to become loyal American conservatives. The dastardly way we were raised caused us to fear today’s normal American joys of abortion, drug abuse and making friends while in jail.