TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's!!
First, we survived being born to mothers who 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, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up 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 and real butter and drank Kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because,
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
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 O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride 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 Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computer! s, no Internet or chat rooms.......
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
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, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.
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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 tryouts 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 years have been 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 them.CONGRATULATIONS!
Plus, we all walked 5 miles uphill to school and 5 miles uphill home..in 12 feet of snow.
Traci:
HaHaHa....It's a wonder we are alive eh?
Actually Danny, I went to Catholic school, one mile from home...walked...and girls were NOT allowed to wear pants...I can't tell you how many times my poor knees and lower thighs were purple and chapped in the winter from walking...no busing allowed within one mile range...no "stockings" for lower grades either...just knee sucks...I mean socks lol...
Jan
HaHaHa....It's a wonder we are alive eh?
Actually Danny, I went to Catholic school, one mile from home...walked...and girls were NOT allowed to wear pants...I can't tell you how many times my poor knees and lower thighs were purple and chapped in the winter from walking...no busing allowed within one mile range...no "stockings" for lower grades either...just knee sucks...I mean socks lol...
Jan
YUPPERS!!!
LMAO
Krazi/Traci
LMAO
Krazi/Traci
Gee and to think that our kids say they have it soooooooo bad......LOL
Good post.LOL
When I was a youngster,I was told to go out and play and don't come back until dark.I was in hog heaven.
Today it would be called neglect.Back then it was called having a blast.
Of course I do remember setting a wheat field on fire so maybe a little supervision would have been prudent.
When I was a youngster,I was told to go out and play and don't come back until dark.I was in hog heaven.
Today it would be called neglect.Back then it was called having a blast.
Of course I do remember setting a wheat field on fire so maybe a little supervision would have been prudent.
LOL Tim,
Well my kids were growing up and we were on the ranch all the time, ( which we still are but they are to old (18 & 20) to even bother going w/ us) I would tell them to go and play, have a great time, look for treasures or what have you, we even got them BB guns, and 3-wheelers ( yeah they said they were safe then..LOL) becuz it was something we did growing up and had fun w/ it,.well they really thought I was krazi, seems so many kids don't know how to play outside.if they only knew what they were really missing. REAL HEALTHY FUN.
Wait till they have kids of their own....it will be funny what they try and get them to do...
Krazi/Traci
Well my kids were growing up and we were on the ranch all the time, ( which we still are but they are to old (18 & 20) to even bother going w/ us) I would tell them to go and play, have a great time, look for treasures or what have you, we even got them BB guns, and 3-wheelers ( yeah they said they were safe then..LOL) becuz it was something we did growing up and had fun w/ it,.well they really thought I was krazi, seems so many kids don't know how to play outside.if they only knew what they were really missing. REAL HEALTHY FUN.
Wait till they have kids of their own....it will be funny what they try and get them to do...
Krazi/Traci
And here I am trying to feel young again, but after thinking back I feel soo OLD........LMAO
Krazi/Traci
Must run and make a few phone calls, I am signing up for "hospice" bereavement class so I can learn to deal w/ the death of my clients easier then I do...I guess once I leave their house I need to let go....I am only working a few hrs a week for my new client, but she does have lung cancer so we are sure she will need me soon...better for me to get prepared before she needs me ft. I lost a client in Oct. 05, that was the day I went of methadone, knowing I was going to go off anyway, I decided to do it well I was already down, this time I will be alot stronger.. ( I hope)
Krazi/Traci
Krazi/Traci
Must run and make a few phone calls, I am signing up for "hospice" bereavement class so I can learn to deal w/ the death of my clients easier then I do...I guess once I leave their house I need to let go....I am only working a few hrs a week for my new client, but she does have lung cancer so we are sure she will need me soon...better for me to get prepared before she needs me ft. I lost a client in Oct. 05, that was the day I went of methadone, knowing I was going to go off anyway, I decided to do it well I was already down, this time I will be alot stronger.. ( I hope)
Krazi/Traci
traci
thanks for stirring up good ole memories....
i am gonna print this out and show it to my sons to compare our lives....
sad the world has changed so much i never would let my kids be unsupervised for a second when they were growing up as there are so many sex predators and perverts out there. i as a child (born in 1956) played outside ALL day until the street light came on. begged and cried my eyes out for a ten cent ding ding man treat that dad always said no to.
mom always said yes when she was home.
i had forgotton about the cold legs walking to school and skirts had to be one inch above the knee and when we finally were allowed to wear blue jeans to school we couldnt have rivets on them cuz they might scratch the desks!
i wore fish nets, window pane stockings... remember those??? pea coats,
nay-roo (sp) jackets, HUGE bell bottoms with the sides cut out and a paisley material sewn in the side of the bell bottom. moccasin shoes, penny loafers came back again in the sixties, ahh! the bra less years,halter tops, my parents threw a fit, but dad didnt mind trying to molest me as i wore those bra less outfits. dont forget wait til your dad gets home.... how could he come in the house from just finishing work and take off his belt and start swinging after mom reported how bad we were.
one hour piano practices DAILY on an old story and clark upright piano in a dingy basement where the music was only brahms, bach and beethoven (how did i ever survive) ivorys were chipped off some of the keys and alot of the keys stuck! friends were peeking thru the basement window, can you play outside yet???? no excuses EVER had to practice one hour! my brother and i would help each other out as he had to practice too and we would turn the timer on the stove ahead! Only to be black mailed by my brother when he was mad at me,(i'm gonna tell about the timer) sat night shoe polishing for church, had to take a rag and some solvent in a can and wipe rust stains off our bikes periodically.(between each spoke of the wheels too) and dad came home to check if it passed his satisfaction....
man i could go on and on. what else do you guys remember? julie/jewels jump rope and hop scotch on the side walk with chalk!
thanks for stirring up good ole memories....
i am gonna print this out and show it to my sons to compare our lives....
sad the world has changed so much i never would let my kids be unsupervised for a second when they were growing up as there are so many sex predators and perverts out there. i as a child (born in 1956) played outside ALL day until the street light came on. begged and cried my eyes out for a ten cent ding ding man treat that dad always said no to.
mom always said yes when she was home.
i had forgotton about the cold legs walking to school and skirts had to be one inch above the knee and when we finally were allowed to wear blue jeans to school we couldnt have rivets on them cuz they might scratch the desks!
i wore fish nets, window pane stockings... remember those??? pea coats,
nay-roo (sp) jackets, HUGE bell bottoms with the sides cut out and a paisley material sewn in the side of the bell bottom. moccasin shoes, penny loafers came back again in the sixties, ahh! the bra less years,halter tops, my parents threw a fit, but dad didnt mind trying to molest me as i wore those bra less outfits. dont forget wait til your dad gets home.... how could he come in the house from just finishing work and take off his belt and start swinging after mom reported how bad we were.
one hour piano practices DAILY on an old story and clark upright piano in a dingy basement where the music was only brahms, bach and beethoven (how did i ever survive) ivorys were chipped off some of the keys and alot of the keys stuck! friends were peeking thru the basement window, can you play outside yet???? no excuses EVER had to practice one hour! my brother and i would help each other out as he had to practice too and we would turn the timer on the stove ahead! Only to be black mailed by my brother when he was mad at me,(i'm gonna tell about the timer) sat night shoe polishing for church, had to take a rag and some solvent in a can and wipe rust stains off our bikes periodically.(between each spoke of the wheels too) and dad came home to check if it passed his satisfaction....
man i could go on and on. what else do you guys remember? julie/jewels jump rope and hop scotch on the side walk with chalk!
OMG loved jump rope, hop scotch, jax but I was a real tomboy, preferred climbing trees and getting all scratched up, dug for worms and bugs. LOL HATED wearing dresses.......no wonder my hun luvs me, I pig hunt and fish w/ him.( w/ fake nails..LOL)..he says he could have never married a girly girl...LOL
Oh heck and why walk.....its all about running every where...( now a days kids walk like slugs..)......LOL popping wheelies on the bananna bike a yellow one even..
Krazi/Traci
Oh heck and why walk.....its all about running every where...( now a days kids walk like slugs..)......LOL popping wheelies on the bananna bike a yellow one even..
Krazi/Traci
Making our own skateboards.
Taking apart a pair of rollerskates and nailing them to the bottom of a 2x12
Burning all your sisters barbie dolls in the garage and watching the wax melt off.
Making our own bows and arrows and having wars with the kids in the next neighborhood.
After dark dodgeball.Whoever gets hit has to go inside.
Good times
Taking apart a pair of rollerskates and nailing them to the bottom of a 2x12
Burning all your sisters barbie dolls in the garage and watching the wax melt off.
Making our own bows and arrows and having wars with the kids in the next neighborhood.
After dark dodgeball.Whoever gets hit has to go inside.
Good times
Oh yes...those were the days my friend!! I remember falling out of my brothers tree house a good 30 feet in the air...broke my arm...parents didn't even realize it for a good day!!! But the really neat thing was...had to wrap it in plastic bags to go swim at the local pool...which by the way we stayed at all day long..no parents....imagine!
The days when you had to worry about no only your own family catching you doing something wrong...all the neighbors knew one another and got involved in what everyone's kids were up to. There was such a sense of community!!!
To tell the truth that is another one of the reasons I moved to the big island....its so very reminiscent of those times....my little one plays outside all day long with the neighborhood kids...I have to drag her in (literally) to eat food! I don't have the anxiety and worry that I did in the big city....oh and yes she rides her two wheeler without a helmet!!!! Bad Grammy!!!! I can't keep it on her head...and of course non of the other kids wear theirs.......we live at the end of a big culdesac....its very reminiscent of old times!
p.s....it wasn't heard of even when my own kids were little to wear helmets that was about 18 years ago....I do feel a little guilty and if she gets hurt I will feel horrible.....but what do you do??? My own kids survived...not even a broken bone!
Actually it is a miracle I am alive!!!! We are just a tougher breed!!!
***remember playing "kick the can"? and when it got a little dark outside...it was best!!!
Also...I remember when McDonalds was a treat! I mean a real outting!! now it is an everyday thing....and expected by most kids...sheesh
The days when you had to worry about no only your own family catching you doing something wrong...all the neighbors knew one another and got involved in what everyone's kids were up to. There was such a sense of community!!!
To tell the truth that is another one of the reasons I moved to the big island....its so very reminiscent of those times....my little one plays outside all day long with the neighborhood kids...I have to drag her in (literally) to eat food! I don't have the anxiety and worry that I did in the big city....oh and yes she rides her two wheeler without a helmet!!!! Bad Grammy!!!! I can't keep it on her head...and of course non of the other kids wear theirs.......we live at the end of a big culdesac....its very reminiscent of old times!
p.s....it wasn't heard of even when my own kids were little to wear helmets that was about 18 years ago....I do feel a little guilty and if she gets hurt I will feel horrible.....but what do you do??? My own kids survived...not even a broken bone!
Actually it is a miracle I am alive!!!! We are just a tougher breed!!!
***remember playing "kick the can"? and when it got a little dark outside...it was best!!!
Also...I remember when McDonalds was a treat! I mean a real outting!! now it is an everyday thing....and expected by most kids...sheesh
I'll demonstrate how times have changed. I grew up in the city itself, and as I kid, I took public transportation all the time. Chicago has 4 types of public transportation. The have the CTA buses, CTA trains, Metra trains and Pace buses. You have to understand the difference to get my point. CTA is pretty bare bones stuff and is mostly confined to the city proper. Metra and Pace are suburban transit and pretty nice. As an example. the trains actually have conductors.
Anyway, as a kid, I always to public transportation everywhere. To Cubs/Sox games, downtown(Loop), whatever. Pretty long distances..10-15 miles..looking back, it was kind of rough but so what. Kids did it. Jumping on a bus, going to the CTA station and taking the train to 15 miles to Wrigley field was nothing. Handled the transfers, outside platforms, etc. And I was 10 years old. Jewls would know what I am talking about.
Anyway, last August, my 20 year old son, for some reason, was with a group of kids and they were downtown. The decided to take the Metra train home to the suburbs. Like I said, the trains are pretty nice and the station downtown is very nice. Almost like a Mall. Lots of food places, some stores, air conditioned..I mean, 50,000 suburban business people a day go through there riding in from the suburbs. I've been there a million times. Anyway, he got seperated from the group and then missed his train. He called his mother. She called me absolutely hysterical, saying he was going to be robbed or beat up. This simply does not happen at the Metra station. She went on and on..then he gets on the wrong train home and goes south instead of west for about 50 miles. All he had to do was stay on the train and it would round trip back to the station (ogilvie/union station jewls) but instead makes him get off the train and makes her husband drive 50-60 miles to go get him. Because she didn't want him back at the station. How crazy is that? And he is FREAKIN 20. I slammed him pretty hard for it.
Back to the first paragraph, could you imagine letting your 10 year old get on a public bus or train by themselves to go wander around downtown Chhicago in this day and age?
Anyway, as a kid, I always to public transportation everywhere. To Cubs/Sox games, downtown(Loop), whatever. Pretty long distances..10-15 miles..looking back, it was kind of rough but so what. Kids did it. Jumping on a bus, going to the CTA station and taking the train to 15 miles to Wrigley field was nothing. Handled the transfers, outside platforms, etc. And I was 10 years old. Jewls would know what I am talking about.
Anyway, last August, my 20 year old son, for some reason, was with a group of kids and they were downtown. The decided to take the Metra train home to the suburbs. Like I said, the trains are pretty nice and the station downtown is very nice. Almost like a Mall. Lots of food places, some stores, air conditioned..I mean, 50,000 suburban business people a day go through there riding in from the suburbs. I've been there a million times. Anyway, he got seperated from the group and then missed his train. He called his mother. She called me absolutely hysterical, saying he was going to be robbed or beat up. This simply does not happen at the Metra station. She went on and on..then he gets on the wrong train home and goes south instead of west for about 50 miles. All he had to do was stay on the train and it would round trip back to the station (ogilvie/union station jewls) but instead makes him get off the train and makes her husband drive 50-60 miles to go get him. Because she didn't want him back at the station. How crazy is that? And he is FREAKIN 20. I slammed him pretty hard for it.
Back to the first paragraph, could you imagine letting your 10 year old get on a public bus or train by themselves to go wander around downtown Chhicago in this day and age?
The best time of my familys life was when we lived in a small town of less then 2000 people in the early 70's it was a farming town in Iowa and it only had one town cop and he didn't even have a jail to put anybody in....lol
We didn't lock our doors and had two huge maple trees that we used to climb every chance we got. The best part was the noon whistle that also doubled as the fire alarm for the volunter fire dept. We had only one store in our town and it had wood floors and had the farmers overalls in the corner and families could still charge items there just on their word, how different the world was...
It was a special treat when my dad brought pizza and pop home for the family and we had no fast food places, what a great life we had it didn't matter that our family didn't have money.
We didn't lock our doors and had two huge maple trees that we used to climb every chance we got. The best part was the noon whistle that also doubled as the fire alarm for the volunter fire dept. We had only one store in our town and it had wood floors and had the farmers overalls in the corner and families could still charge items there just on their word, how different the world was...
It was a special treat when my dad brought pizza and pop home for the family and we had no fast food places, what a great life we had it didn't matter that our family didn't have money.
A lot of these were already mentioned but I came across this by accident today:
(I scored 22))
Older Than Dirt Quiz
How many do you remember?
Count all the ones that you remember NOT the ones you were told about!
Ratings at the bottom.
1. Blackjack chewing gum
2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed bottles
5. Coffee shops with table side jukeboxes
6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines
8. Newsreels before the movie
9. P. F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11. Telephone numbers with a word prefix (Olive-6933)
12. Peashooters
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S&H Green Stamps
16. Hi-fi's
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19. Blue flashbulb
20. Packard's
21. Roller skate keys
22. Cork popguns
23. Drive-ins
24. Studebakers
25. Wash tub wringers
26. Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
27. Ignition switches on the dashboard.
28. Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
29. Real ice boxes.
30. Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
31. Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
32. Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.
If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older
If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age
If you remembered 16-25 = Don't even think about your age
If you remembered 25-32 = You're older than dirt!
(I scored 22))
Older Than Dirt Quiz
How many do you remember?
Count all the ones that you remember NOT the ones you were told about!
Ratings at the bottom.
1. Blackjack chewing gum
2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed bottles
5. Coffee shops with table side jukeboxes
6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines
8. Newsreels before the movie
9. P. F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11. Telephone numbers with a word prefix (Olive-6933)
12. Peashooters
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S&H Green Stamps
16. Hi-fi's
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19. Blue flashbulb
20. Packard's
21. Roller skate keys
22. Cork popguns
23. Drive-ins
24. Studebakers
25. Wash tub wringers
26. Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
27. Ignition switches on the dashboard.
28. Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
29. Real ice boxes.
30. Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
31. Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
32. Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.
If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older
If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age
If you remembered 16-25 = Don't even think about your age
If you remembered 25-32 = You're older than dirt!
those were the good ole days and we did what we were told because we were more scared of our parents then the cops we didnt wine and complain we were tough im scared for the kids today
hey Tim,
Made my own skateboard from roller skates too. Also surfed Padre Island on plywood. That was about as smart as the time we tried to herd my uncles cows with dirt bikes. Hell, we had to go back and fetch the horses to round up about 10 lost cows and a one pissed-off bull. Took us all night to get them back home.
Made my own skateboard from roller skates too. Also surfed Padre Island on plywood. That was about as smart as the time we tried to herd my uncles cows with dirt bikes. Hell, we had to go back and fetch the horses to round up about 10 lost cows and a one pissed-off bull. Took us all night to get them back home.
