Skip to comments.To Those of Us Born Between 1925-1970
Posted on 02/06/2010 8:02:54 AM PST by Dallas
No matter what our kids and the new generation think about us, WE ARE AWESOME !!! OUR LIFE IS LIVING PROOF !!!
To Those of Us Born 1925 - 1970 :
At the end of this email is a quote of the month by Jay Leno.. If you don't read anything else, please
read what he said.
Very well stated, Mr.. Leno.
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE
1930s, '40s, '50s, '60s and '70s!!
First, we survived being born to mothers who may have smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then, after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies
in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets, and, when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps, not helmets, on our heads.
As infants and children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes.
Riding in the back of a pick- up truck 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, white bread, real butter, and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And we weren't overweight..
Because we were always outside playing...that's why!
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 OKAY.
We would spend hours building
our go-carts out of scraps and then ride them 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 Play Stations, Nintendos and X boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVDs, no surround-sound or CDs, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms...
WE HAD FRIENDS
and we went outside and found them!
Born 1955. I had some great chilhood years!
Baby Boomer bttt ...
HOW TO CALL THE POLICE WHEN YOU’RE OLD AND DON’T MOVE FAST ANYMORE.
George Phillips, an elderly man, from Meridian, Mississippi, was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he’d left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. George opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things.
He phoned the police, who asked “Is someone in your house?”
He said “No,” but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me.
Then the police dispatcher said “All patrols are busy. You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available..”
George said, “Okay.”
He hung up the phone and counted to 30. Then he phoned the police again.
“Hello,I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed.. Well, you don’t have to worry about them now because I just shot and killed them both, the dogs are eating them right now” and he hung up.
Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips’
residence, and caught the burglars red-handed.
One of the Policemen said to George , “I thought you said that you’d shot them!”
George said, “I thought you said there was nobody available!”
those were the days my friend, i wish they never end...
Me too. It was safe. I actually went downtown at age 11 on Friday and Saturday nights to volunteer at the symphony in exchange for a free seat. I rode the bus home at 10 pm afterward and never was afraid.
A much appreciated laugh.
I couldn't have been more wrong.
Ahhh, reminising. I just made the cut off! I remember we weren’t ALLOWED to stay in the house if it was a nice day out.
My goodness, we had fun!! We built a boys fort and a girls fort in the pool area, that way we were allowed to sleep outside!!
1953 checking in.
I would get on my bike in the morning, come home for lunch, then peddle off again. We lived in Bloomfield, NJ, a suburb of Newark. We’d explore different towns. Once, we found an F-86 Sabre jet plane that had been put on a pedestal in a park. War surplus, I guess. We spend the afternoon climbing up, in, and over it! I think it was in Belleville. Maybe East Orange.
We moved to the “country” in 1962. My Dad left for work early in the morning. He dropped me off at my favorite fishin’ spot at about 6:00 a.m. I’d catch a few “sunnys,” walk home, clean & gut ‘em, and put ‘em in the fridge. That was dinner. Then, I’d walk to where the canoe was parked and paddle over to the beach. I’d hang out with friends all afternoon. Everyone’s transistor was tuned to WABC, and we listened to music, played cards, splashed around in the lake ‘til it was time to paddle home to cook the morning’s catch.
There were days when I’d come home early to watch Soupy Sales; funniest stuff I ever saw.
I’m not ashamed to say that I had the world’s greatest childhood.
My family and I did all this with little or no money.
Like my Mom once told me: “We don’t go on vacations because we LIVE where people go on vacation.”
Yeah, I lived through all that.
I so understand.
Are you peddling your ass around town or pedaling your ass around town??
I grew up in downtown Jersey City, not too far from the Holland Tunnel. Just about the same age I would regularly take the Path Train I (We called it the Tubes) into Manhattan and just walk around. No one ever bothered me.
Today, kids of our age reference have to be kept on a leash to protect them from the insidious individuals our loose society has created.
I grew up in a small town where everone knew everyone else's business.
I was held accountable by EVERY adult in town. If I did anything wrong, my parents knew about it before I got home.
I behaved, because I would never want to shame my parents. I couldn't wait to move away from there,....now I'd give anything to have it all back.
WWII baby; dad got home on leave (at least once!).
LOL...that's a classic
Most of my childhood was in the 80s, which was really the last of the “classic” decades. Many of my teachers were ladies that began teaching in the 1950s. We had cap guns, played outside, got dirty, traveled miles from home on our bikes, didn’t wear helmets, etc.
Ahhh...what memories. Born in 1958. During the Summer months all my Mom asked of us was was that we use our heads, don't get in trouble and be home for supper, washed up and seated on time.
I was always home on time for supper, washed and seated at 6:30 pm. The rest...hey, I tried.
Yep, in the summer we left the house just after sunup and came home at dark. Parents didn’t know where we were or what we were doing. Had a blast. Filled them in on the details later.
Born in ‘32 and trying to get the country back to those freedoms and non mommy states.
I was fortunate in that my parents became members of the new community pool in 1958. Me and my friends would literally get to the pool at 10:00 am for swim team practice and stay and swim all day till we decided to wander home around 3 or so. Many times, we'd head back over to the pool after dinner.
Every family had a charge account at the only store in our town.
During the summer (or after school) we'd just go load up on candy, sodas, and bubble gum and just sign the charge slip. AND we never abused it.
Last year I had to call 911 (P.G. County, MD) for a bad traffic accident on my street and no one answered. I redialed and after about 10 rings someone answered. If it had been any problem involving violence, shooting would have been easier.
I don't ever remember being late.
It don’t get any better than that....
Boy, wasn't that the truth! I'm laughing (now) at the memories.
Born in 1951. When I was in college my uncle died and I went home for the funeral. I went to the local shoe store as I needed some new winter boots. I asked to charge them to my parent’s account. The saleslady called upstairs to the accounting office and then turned to me and asked ‘are you in town for your uncle’s funeral?’. I appreciate all that the earlier decades offered us. I am sad that kids these days won’t know the freedoms and the liberties that we knew. Small Town America does still exist but it isn’t as safe or as free as it once was.
The simple life....no stress, no worries, no trying to fit in.
Great post. Made me smile remembering happier days.
Hell, I don't even know my neighbor's name....LOL
Me too. Remember when MTV first hit the scene??? It was so strange to see what the singers looked like "in person".
Yes. And my dad’s family had lived in that town for generations. That doesn’t much happen anymore does it?
This was not written by Jay Leno, nor David Letterman, who it was also attributed to, but by Craig Smith.
Nice sentiments though. Born in 46
Great life..What didn't kill me made me stronger. ( I don't know who first said that, but I found it to be true.)
Buckey Covington sings a great song nearly identical to your post. Give it a listen.
Born in 39 and had to be home when the street lights went on..sometimes it meant running, cause my parents would be sitting on the porch and notice when the street lights went on......I better be home.......
58 here, and I had one just like that, same color even. Must have put a million miles on it.
Born 1927. And those years after were good. There are some things better today, but in many of the most important areas I would seriously question if we are better off.
Sadly, we only return to our hometowns for funerals now.
Oh yeah, I had a friend with cable and I remember watching MTV in its first few weeks. Man that was a long time ago.
In the winter, we'd be outdoors constantly. They warned us to stay away from the frozen lakes down at the marsh but we went anyway, yes, we'd occasionally crash through the thin ice and we'd run home with our wet clothes freezing on the way home. But we'd change our clothes and be right back down there again.
I remember summer days where we'd be out of doors from morning to dark with mothers (didn't matter what house) handing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and cups of "bug juice" to us out the window so we didn't have to go inside even for lunch. Somehow, nobody was allergic to peanut butter in those days. If any of us did dare to venture inside the house on a nice day, we'd be immediately put to work. So we learned to stay away! Forget about sitting around the house watching TV. During the week, Mom was watching her soap operas and on the weekends, Dad was watching his ballgames. The only time we got to watch TV was for Saturday morning cartoons and wrestling and maybe an hour or two before bedtime where we'd watch the Partridge Family, The Brady Bunch, Dragnet, Adam-12, or maybe a John Wayne movie.
On the really hot days, we'd sit on a picnic table in somebody's yard in the shade, playing endless games of Monopoly, Risk or checkers/chess. Board games were big in those days. Otherwise, we were on our bikes all over town.
There was always a portable radio around tuned to the local Top 40 AM station. They would play the same hit songs endlessly so that even 35 years later, I can call up songs in my head like "Billy, Don't Be A Hero," "Seasons In The Sun," "Love Will Keep Us Together", "The Night Chicago Died" and "Fox On The Run" even though I haven't actually heard those songs in decades!
During the summer of 1975, I remember riding in the back of my uncle's open pickup all the way from Boston to Alabama with five other kids and a dog. While we were in Tennessee, we drove through a thunderstorm and my uncle pulled off to the side under an overpass somewhere on I-81 so those of us in the back could get some shelter and dry off. If we tried something like that today, my uncle would be arrested before he made the Mass/Conn border!