Skip to comments.To Those of Us Born Between 1925-1970
Posted on 02/06/2010 8:02:54 AM PST by Dallas
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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!
The only things missing are the “ram” handle bars and the “sissy bar”!!!!!!!!!!
p.s.Have you seen the PRICE on stingrays lately????
"Somehow, nobody was allergic to peanut butter in those days."...now that's funny.
Whatever... but I DID paddle that canoe.
Well I grew up in the late 40’s and 50’s in Miami Fla. You would not want to raise kids there today. Anyway, I remember being dropped off at the movies in the Gables with RC bottle caps for admission with a bag lunch at 10 in the morning and being picked up around 4 or so in the afternoon. Would see the main feature 2 or three times and I remember learning the words to She Wore A Yellow Ribbon with John Wayne I saw it so much. Those were the days you could leave your kids all day and not worry about them. Gone forever I guess.
Born 1969, checking in.
Construction areas were my playgrounds.
Pretending I was a soldier dodging enemy fire in the foxholes. Using dried mudballs made the previous day as grenades.
Anything I thought I could climb, I would climb. Trees. Walls. The sides of small buildings that had decorative rock faces.
Leaving at sunrise on a Saturday morning to explore, and not returning until sunset. Tired, sore and happy.
Born in 1956 - it was just what everyone said. No way to turn back the hands of time, but it was a great way to grow up.
Playing in irrigation ditches in Western Nebraska was the closest thing we had to a swimming pool. LOL! And we had fun with that muddy water!
Oh yeah, wheelies, donuts and skid stops.
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