Remembering the Olden Days

Today is my birthday.  Usually I wouldn't announce it, but someone sent me a timely reminder of what life was like when I was growing up.   It's an email that's been around a few times, and I'm sure everyone has seen it, but for someone like me who is the first round Baby Boomer generation after WW  II, it was nostalgic to read again.  And it's so true.  Yes, times have changed, people have changed, the nature of the world has changed and that is reality in action.  Everything changes.   Except one thing:   I love my family and friends, and am grateful to be alive.   Happy Birthday to me.  Another year older.   I don't want to go back and live it all over again.

No matter what our kids and the new generation think about us,

 WE ARE AWESOME !!!!

OUR LIFE IS LIVING PROOF !!!!

To Those of  Us  Born 

1930 - 1979   

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 
   took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, 

tuna from a can

And didn't get tested for diabetes 

while they were pregnant.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our

Tummies in baby cribs covered  with bright colored lead-based paints.
(Marie's note:  Maybe this explains something.)

   

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..   WHY? 

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, Nintendo's and X-boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's,

No surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms, no facebook or twitter.

 

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 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, 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 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.

 We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all..

  

If YOU are one of them, 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, forward it to your kids 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 ?