To those of us born between 1925 - 1940... and even into the 70s
No matter what our kids and the new generation think about us,
WE ARE AWESOME!!! Our lives are LIVING PROOF !!!
At the end is a quote by Jay Leno. Please Read what he said?
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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!
We fell out of trees, got cuts, broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from those accidents.
We would get spankings with wooden spoons, switches, ping-pong paddles, or just a bare hand and no one would call child services to report abuse.
We ate worms and mud pies, made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, 22 rifles for our 12th, rode horses, made up games with sticks and tennis balls. And although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had try-outs and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers, and Inventors ever.
The past 50 To 85 years have seen an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
If you are one of those born between 1925-1940, CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good.
While you are at it, let your kids read this so they will know how brave and lucky their parents were.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it? Naw! Not with scissors.
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The quote by Jay Leno:
"With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?"
For those who prefer to think that God is not in control... re-read what you just read. For the rest of us... accept what it says.
To paraphrase Elmer Keith:
Hell I was there!
I was born in 1955. I remember as a child riding my bike many, many unsupervised miles from home. Some times I rode to the lake and fished. Some times I rode to the boonies and stalked game in preparation to the time that I could carry a real rifle. Sometimes I rode to friends houses and visited. That was a long, long time ago. I am ashamed that we have progressed to the point that as a society we cannot let our children or grand children out of our sight to do the same...
Free range kids were familiar with the phrase "Go outside and play."
My brother still lives in the house where I was raised, just half a block from a middle school. It used to be that you saw dozens of students walking by in the morning and after school. Now the foot traffic is much less, and before school there's a traffic jam of parents chauffeuring their kids. Not all change is progress.
We were also "Green" coke bottles were taken back to the store to be re-used we had "solar powered clothes dryers" (we actually called them clothes lines). If the president spoke he was on all 3 channels and people actually listened to what he had to say and we didn't have commentators trying to tell us what he just said.We used the brown paper bags from the grocery store as book covers and drew pictures of guns soldiers Indians and maybe even played a game of "Hangman" on said covers and no one seemed to care. Last but not least when we got home from school a parent was at home so there was little opportunity to get into real trouble ... at least until you got your drivers license.
I was always outside playing. Hell, still am! You're right Steve, not all change is progress. Kids these days are babied, coddled, and expected to participate in far too many "after school activities". They don't know how to "just be kids" anymore.
This reminds me of the guy that love butterflies
One day he found a cocoon that he knew would produce a rare beautiful butterfly so he took it home and placed it on the mantel over his fire place.
He expectedly watched it for weeks and finally he saw movement.
He was very excited and as he saw the butterfly struggle to get out of the cocoon he felt sorry for it so he got a sharp razor blade and carefully severed the strands to help the butterfly get free.
He was successful and was awestruck as a beautiful buttery unfolded it's wings and walked along the mantel.
But that is all it did because it had not gone thru the struggle and strengthened it's wings so it could fly.
The man was devastated because he suddenly realized that he had eliminated the possibility that the butterfly would produce more of it's kind.
He was so despondent that he had made a big mistake he called his congressman and got him to sponsor a bill that made it a crime to move or destroy any cocoon.
On the surface this made sense, but a lawyer realized that he could make a bunch of money if he could protect butterfly cocoons so he forced the government to establish the Cocoon Protection Department and they made it a high crime against nature to molest any caterpillar .
Farmers knew this was a mistake but no-one would listen.
Eventually tent caterpillars took over most of the forests and farmland and people died because of lack of food.
When I was growing up and told not to do something because I would get hurt, the first chance I go, I did what I was told not to.
Told not to ride a bike that had no brakes, when the parents went out, I went for a ride. someone came up behind me and tooted their horn. Naturally I went to the side of the road, across the ditch and scraped along a 6 strand barbed wire
fence. The punishment was worse than the crime and on the left side of the chin, I have a permanent reminder.
I was born in 1951. I had a horse that I rode everyday bareback and had the time of my life. Then at 4:00 p.m. My dad sent me after the Milk cows so he could milk them.
Born & raised in west central Wisconsin I walked or rode a bike two miles to school from the time I started first grade until I got into high school. In the deep snow season I took a short cut and walked or skied one mile.
At summer vacation I rode my bike alone five miles each direction to town to go to a summer church school.
My folks never indicated they were worried when I went those distances alone.
That was in the forties and early fifties, by '62 my daughter and neighbor kids could not be safe to walk alone or even in a group for more than a block. And not more than 40 feet at night!
Born in '43, in the middle of the "war", no toys availible for my b/days or Christmas. My dad cut wood blocks in the shape of houses and buildings and my mother painted fronts on them. They were the neatest toys and guess what they lasted for as long as I wanted to play with them.
Got a bit older about 14, and my dad drug home a "doddle bug" model t. I got a copy of "Victor Pages" model t book and learned how to get the damn thing running. Then I had to how to drive it, which was not covered in the book as it had a warford transmission along with the Ford planetary.
I learned how to grind valves, torque head bolts, overhaul a starter, make good electrical connections, Rebuild a carburetor. Oh after we got it running and driving I learned how to reline and adjust the bands. All things I still use today.
I spent my wonderful childhood in a suburb of Boston Ma. called Brighton where there were lots of kids (an Irish neighborhood) and mom made it perfectly clear we were to be home when the streetlights came on. During the summer, and after our Cheerios in the morning, we were out on our bikes all day exploring the great outdoors with a freedom i fear no kid today will ever get to enjoy, or even worse has no inclination to even want to experience.
i have some grandkids that make me sick at my stomach. makes me spit up. their mom and grandmas are always hovering over them, looking for any excuse to baby them, sickening. i dont even talk to them anymore because of that. one boy is 17, dont work, dont want to, parents give him everthing. dont ever speak to me, im ok with it too.
My kids do all those things, so do their friends... (except the spankings, the 'need' never arises)What is the fuss?
I think you can add early 80s to the list of decades with kids born right. I was born in 1983, my parents were tough on me and made me think for myself, take responsibility for my actions, and learn how to be self-reliant. It could be that we just had little extra money so I couldn't be too spoiled... I still pick up pop cans from alongside the road when I see them, despite having an excellent paying job and a wife who makes more money than me... hey, a dime is a dime!
It is amazing how perspective changes as you get older, the little things that didn't seem like much then seem so much more important now.
Along with some of those born in the 80's I can name four grand nieces and their brother as being raised right. When the oldest turned 15 she went to work for a local pizza shop, where laborer turnovers were frequent. After my grand niece was there for three weeks, the owner asked her if there were any more like her at home and she replied four more. He then told her that if they wanted a job when they turned 15, they had one waiting for them. All of my nephew's kids worked in that pizza shop. As the Brass car guy says,
" Just saying you know"
My 2 boys born in the 80's are good hard working kids.
Can't say that for their friends OR their children.
Went to Jr. High in 1949. The only time in my lifetime when it snowed 1' in the Los Angeles area. I usually rode a bike or walked the 2 miles to school. That morning my dad drove me to school. All the kids were standing in front of the school when the principal came out and said, "School will be closed for the snow". I walked home and threw a lot of snowballs. By the time I got home I looked like a snowman. It has never snowed that much in Southern Ca. since. Must be "Global warming".
My first car was a 29 Model A AR coupe. I took apart the engine and cleaned it up, then put it back together again. No new parts! It wouldn't start! I coasted it down the hill, still wouldn't start. I parked in front of, "Castoe Auto Service" and went in and talked to John Castoe. He came out and listened to me try to start it, and said, "Sounds like the valves are out of time". Did you line up the timing marks? I asked, "what marks" He told me about the marks on the timing gears. I took it apart right in the street in front of his garage and aligned the marks. It started right up. He asked me if I wanted a job? I said, "Yes" So from high school on, I was learning how to work on cars. I worked for him after school, Saturdays, and summers through high school.
I was born in early 1953 and had a very happy childhood. Riding bikes, playing with many friends I still have today. We were sent out of the house by 9 am , came back for lunch, and then out again til the 5 o'clock whistle. I feel sorry for kids now who cannot do these things and will never learn to really play.
From a youth prospective, it sounded like you did have more fun than most kids do today. However, my dad tells me stories from when he was growing up (1960s and early 1970s) his parents were extremely strict (he had to wear his hair a certain way) but he still got to have a lot of fun at their cabin.
Before people say that the youth today aren't hard working people (a common misconception), that is a stereotype that is incorrect. Kids even in the 1960s lounged around their parent's house expecting a "hand-out." Not to brag on my humble self, but I own my own business at the age of 15 years old, and have wanted a "job" ever since I was 11 years old. But, due to child labor laws, I couldn't back then and really still can't. So I formed my own business to raise the money for the Model A I want to purchase when I turn 16.
Thank you Garrett for informing me that as child of the 60s, I am a lazy bum.
If you aren’t talking about “kids of the 60s” in general (which would include me), then which kid or kids of the 60s are you specifically targeting? Upon what evidence did you base your denunciation of my generation?
Sorry about that. I wasn't meaning the whole population of kids from the 1960s, but a select few did. In fact, it was common back in the 1970s as it is today, especially with the countercultures occurring in the 1970s.
It's nice to know that I, as a "millenial", am also going to be a lazy bum and going to fail at life no matter what I do, and I'm going to die early when the world ends due to climate change or a computer virus. (Says people who don't care about the younger generation, OR don't want us to take over powerful positions in the world as they think we may screw things up.)
Garrett, there are hard working kids in every generation. There are also lazy kids in every generation. The discussion of "Kids these days won't amount to anything. They're lazy, incompetent, spoiled,...." has been going on for thousands of years. I agree that the child labor laws have probably hurt more than they've helped. My kids, and many of my patients, wanted to find a job but couldn't due to these laws. They do protect some of these same kids from the 1% of employers who put kids into dangerous situations. I welcome you back onto the forum.
Your too late Garrett the pooch has already been screwed. But each succeeding generation seems to try to come up with new and inventive ways of doing it.;) Good luck and remember the Parents curse works! (for those not in the know parents curse: "I hope your kids grow up just like you!")
Born in the mid-1940s. Walked a half-mile each way to elementary school. Mon, Wed, and Fri, we also walked home and back for lunch. It didn't kill us, and few kids were obese. If fairness, there was a "beat cop" in our town who manned the crosswalk at times when the kids were walking.
BTW - possibly I am unusual, but I never had the slightest desire to peel paint off the wall and/or eat it. I was told repeatedly by my mother not to touch the stove burner. Of course I finally did, got burned, and never did it again. "Good judgement comes from experience, experience comes from poor judgement."
Here is a video (words with action) of the "WE ARE AWESOME" posted at the beginning of this thread.
http://vimeo.com/52231459 2 min 19 sec
The video was sent to me by my Cyber buddy, Larry Blair, owner of 'The Tin Shed' in Santa Fe Springs, CA
This is a 15 min video of his grand opening of 'THE TIN SHED'