I recall sitting on my father's lap every Sunday and he'd read me the paper...I couldn't wait until he got to the *funnies*! Today, he'd be considered a pervert for letting me sit on his lap.
Posted on 05/08/2013 12:54:30 PM PDT by Daffynition
Heh, a buddy in grade school whizzed one of those right by the nun’s nose. The response was swift and stern but she let him off the hook after class with a warning that those activities were to be carried out after class, not in.
Your reminisce brings to mind, my dad who when B&W teevees came out.....he said *We’ll wait and see...I don’t think they’ll catch on.* We were the last family on the planet to get one [in my child’s mind] ....a behemoth DuMont.
That was the only time, think, he was ever wrong....his rule was *law*.
The radio sat on top of the old Kelnivator fridge in the kitchen where we gathered. When we sold mom’s house and she moved in with us, that old *ice box* was still running like a champ some 60 years later. Can’t tell you how many refrigerators I’ve owned in 60 years. LOL
Dr. Spock.....the author Dr. Rosemond [this author] is the antithesis of the Spockmess.
They run the country today. Parenting seems to have stopped in the 1950s.
The following will upset some of you, but our two girls frequently play with new immigrant children (some parents legal -- others probably not) and those kids are more like we used to be than most of the white kids around here. I'm talking about playing outside all the time, home for meals, obey parents, no democratic decisions, go to church, minimal video games. etc. So I guess we have our own little 50s here but with changed ethnicity. We do know of other white grandparents raising grandkids who basically are replicating what we're doing.
The goal of socialists, feminists, radicals (but I repeat myself) was to “smash the patriarchy” and they’ve done their damnedest to achieve that end.
We weren’t quite that nerdy but we were like that in some ways and I knew people that were too. My mom dressed for supper. We were in church every Sunday, in suits!
I never said a curse word until I was well into high school(I have made up for it since...). We didn’t know what a great many “sex” words meant or described, compare that to kids in elementary and middle school now we were under-informed.
At work in the 70's the rule was to only hit with a ricochet. (Of course the resolution to a (cigarette) fire in a wastebasket was quick application of coffee). 0 9
I have noticed that as well.
Damn! A wasp’s nest! That must have been a fine moment.
A BB gun, a sling shot, some explosives (like firecrackers, torpedoes, and bottle rockets) and who said we weren’t ready to go get the Japs and Nazis.
My choice for dealing with a ‘fort’ were torpedoes from my slingshot. More of a direct fire approach. Must’ve been fun lobbing stuff.
Fine times.
In the 60s??? Uhhh, maybe in the late 80s/early 90s.
My dad would have probably tried to get a computer in the 50s-60s if they had been around. He was big into invention, science, and gadgets which is where I got my interest in the same.
We introduced our kids to computers and games in the late 80s and two of them took that competency to build careers as a game artist and the other as a network engineer.
I recall sitting on my father's lap every Sunday and he'd read me the paper...I couldn't wait until he got to the *funnies*! Today, he'd be considered a pervert for letting me sit on his lap.
Brings back good memories. Thanks for sharing.
Bammy's fault.
Is that her Indian name "Doe Snot"?
Happy you guys are having fun with me....at least the day got better with all the humor....
Heh, I worked with 360/370 machines in the early 80s. For a guy in his 30s that was fun on a bun.
I had on like 4 shirts, pair of overalls and jeans and some neckerchiefs, a helmet with a visor and gloves and a couple still got me. It was awe..some when I sneaked around and took of the lid and dropped that bucket throw the window. It would have been great to have had an iPhone then to record it.
Lobbing was always fun because we could pretend we were artillery and walk shots in. One day we got in some canoes and re-enacted battleship engagements. My brother got stuck on a flat bottomed raft we made and was not very mobile. After a few passing broadsides (crossing the T maneuvers) he abandoned ship and swam ashore.
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