Posted on 05/31/2013 6:21:29 AM PDT by IbJensen
Excellent post and excellent point though my wife does occasionally ask if I swallowed any lead paint chips...; )
Love it!
when I was a 7 year old kid, I foolishly tried to become blood brothers with a big orange tom cat. Well, he of course went crazy and started screaming and scratching at me. Worst thing was I couldn’t escape because my hand was tightly tied to his paw, so I just screamed and spun in circles while this crazy tom cat tied to my hand continued to howl, bite and claw.
Another thing I will always remember being raised outside the eastern city limits of Columbus, Ohio:
Being able to ride my bicycle to the movies and all around the edges of the city without fear. When I was 11 I could ride the bus to downtown by myself. No one feared lurking homosexuals who would prey on children as they do now.
As a newsboy I read the daily paper from front to back. There were no kidnappings, rapes or molestation of children. I’ve believed for some time now that the gross societal ills are due to the degradation effect of the internet and the vast infusion of pornography and the government sponsored sex (mis) education. This has created a pedophile infection.
We did indeed have slimy politicians; several even occupying the White House, but there was goodness in this nation and childhood was an exciting and innocent adventure that made many of us what we are today.
Born 1931 and still around STRONG!!!
How true.
Have you noticed that today’s parents of children are way overprotecting of their children?
A case in point. I was minding my business and sat down on a bench waiting for a bus. I walk with a kane because of my arthritis in my knees. I was trying to adjust my knees and feet and this young man who was carrying his son in a baby carrier said to me to put my foot down because it was touch his son. It not even touching the kid’s head. A young woman told me off in his defense, I simply walked away and said in their hearing range that they need to “mind their elders”. I was born in the 1950’s and the children back in the decades you mentioned were taught to “mind their elders”. I know I was. They were stunned silent.
Wow just Wow I remember back then riding in the back of my father’s pickup truck on the freeway. Staying out playing with other kids until the sun started to go down. I always had a knack of falling down but always got back up. I miss those fun times where politicians did not meddle in our lives. Now they enjoy being inside our butts for every dam thing and regulating it. Like in a past thread about Cell Phones, we didn’t have that yet we all survived. Now there is a phone glued to everyone’s ear. How I miss the past.
Right on! I love this thread.
When I was nine I jumped off the roof with an umbrella thinking it would act as a parachute.
And today I just think about that incident and the fact that today I’m considered well-educated.
Zircon, that doesn’t look like a Red Rider BB gun!
We didn’t have little league — we organized our own sports competitions.
I remember in the wintertime when the temperature hovered in the teens and the snow was on the ground playing outside all day long until the green snot was running down our faces and then finally we came in and ate like pigs.
We did manage to sit by the radio at 5Pm to listen to four of our favorite fifteen minute serials.
This line reminded me of an article I read earlier this week. It's a gem.
In the late ‘50’s and early ‘60’s, we played “Army”...Our neighborhood kids against another neighborhood...We got tired of “BANG! You’re dead” “No, you missed!”
We got aluminum foil, put a handful of gravel in it, wrappe it all around a cherry bomb....
Then, when the other side howled, we yelled, “We got you that time!!!!!”
Everyone lived...............
My kids and grandkids are grown now and I would never let them do that, the world has changed.
Is this a Bucky Covington song?
Not only did you survive, you never did that again. ;-)
What I can’t fail but notice in today’s society are the number of young people who are functionally illiterate. Furthermore, they have no manners whatsoever, have a cell phone glued to their ears like it is part of their body.
They talk on the phone, read their Kindle, books, newspapers while they’re driving cars with the volume pumped up playing the asinine and degrading ‘rap’ that they believe is music.
Born in 1967 and lived to tell about it! As a girl I climbed trees, played cowboys and Indians and even rode my big wheel down my grandmother’s front porch steps...I was a wild child and I loved every minute of it.
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