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...
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.
WWII baby; dad got home on leave (at least once!).
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.
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.
Great post. Made me smile remembering happier days.
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.