Ever Notice How Things Change?  

Myhoneysrooster 69M
676 posts
5/15/2006 2:27 pm

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5/15/2006 11:43 pm

Ever Notice How Things Change?

And Oldie, but still a goodie

Back when I was a kid, Mom used to cut up chicken, chop eggs, clean fish and spread Mayonaise all on the same wooden chopping board, with just a qucik wash up between. She always used the same knife and never used bleach on it. Hell it was for food, you didn't put bleach on something you fixed food with. The amazing thing is none of us got food poisioning.

Hamburger meat was put on the counter top to defrost. Sometimes we snuck in and ate some of it raw. Our school lunches were wrapped in wax paper and stuffed in a used, brown paper bag. We never heard of an ice packed cooler in those days. Thing I can't remember is anyone ever getting ecoli.

We all went swimming in a muddy canal or lake and not these pristine, treated water pools. They never had beach closures then and the worse that happened was you got a spider bite, or cut your foot on a piece of trash.

The term "Cell Phone" would have conjured up some criminal using a phone in the jail house.

Pager, Wasn't that what we used to call the school PA system?

We all took Gym and not PE.
We risked permanent injury with a pair of high topped tennis shoes instead of these fancy, cross training, athletic shoes with built in cushion soles and light reflectors. Can't remeber any injuries being attributed to that but, they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.

Flunking Gym was not an option even for the stupid kids. I guess PE is much harder than gym was because a heck of a lot of kids fail PE these days.

If we stayed for detention after school, we caught all kinds of negative attention. We were labeled as trouble makers and not thought to be the B M O C as they are today.

We must have had horribly damaged psyches we weren't even aware of. What an archaic health system we had then. We even had school nurses. Remember them? They even wore a nurses hat. Teachers could give a child an asprin too without fear of being sued. They were actually thought of as responsible adults back then.

We were taught that we were supposed to accomplish something before we could be proud of ourselves. We didn't take pride in being wrong, disrupting or insulting the teacher the class.
A bad grade was something to be ashamed of and parents didn't expect them to lower the standards so little Johhny could keep up. He got failed.
Ever hear of anyone failing a grade in school lately?

Can't recall how bored we must have been before computers, play stations, nintendo, xbox and 500 tv stations to choose from.
Seems the play station was an order from Mom. "Go play outside"! The rest was our imagination actually being used to think up ways to entertain ourselves.

Oh and where was all that benadryl and such for when we got bee stings. Damn I could have been killed. Thank god we had tobacco to wet and put on it then to take away the sting. A shot of alcochol (thats the way it was spelled back then) poured on it and away we went.

Remeber when we played King of the hill on piles of gravel or dirt left on a vacant lot?
When we got hurt, Mom pulled out the bottle of mercurochrome instead of the stinging old merthiolate. Seems like it took care of it without a trip to the emergency room and 500 bucks worth of antibiotics.

I recall the kid from the neighbors coming over and doing his trick for us on the steps, Well just before he fell off anyway. His mom picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. Little did she know then that she could have owned our house and everything we owned if she had only sued.

Can't remember anyone ever telling any of us that we were from a disfunctional family. Hell we had never even heard of that yet. We were just normal kids doing what normal kids did.

Damn but we needed to go into group therapy and anger management classes. We were so screwed up back then before half the country was on prosac or some other anti depressant, its a small wonder we evem survived.

To all of us who remeber the good old times, Bravo.
For the rest of you, sorry for missing some really great times to live in. A person actually had some freedoms back then.

rm_bucfannn 62M/61F
2110 posts
5/15/2006 3:28 pm

I remember. Yep, I do. Back when being a kid meant playing. Having fun.

Heck, when I was a kid, my 2 siblings and I would take off after breakfast and not return til dinner time. No one worried. There was no boogeyman lurking around every corner. And in the summer, we NEVER stayed inside watching tv. No. Too much to do outside.

Yeah, I remember. And, I miss those days....

Myhoneysrooster 69M
882 posts
5/15/2006 4:00 pm

The only time we were inside was if it was still dark or the weather was to bad to be out.
Still don't cotton to much to the tv set.

Myhoneysrooster 69M
882 posts
5/15/2006 10:43 pm

SSS I have had to hitchhike a couple times oin the last few years when I got into a snow bank or something. I was actually scared to with all the weirdos out there today.

I pick up hitchhikers around this area sometimes, but it also a fairly safe place.
Add to that that if I am in any of my vehicles, I am usually packing, so it makes it a little safer.

phoenix639 50F

5/15/2006 10:47 pm

Im only 38 & i recall the gool old days fondly too.

When my sister & I were about 9 & 12 (im the elder) we worked on a small holding part of a local farm. A man in his 40's had hundreds of rabbits, ducks, geese, chickens, goats & a pig. Plus Bruno the dog. My sis & i worked there every weekend & in the school holidays collecting entrance fees from other kids to come & play with the bunnies.

Our job was to clean them out, feed them & nuture the babies. We loved it. Then we would go turnip & cabbage picked (thats hard work).

This day & age that man wouldnt be allowed near children he would be scrutinised for why he wants to be near kids. He was an amazing man & we all loved him. He lived with his animals in a shack on the small holding, he wouldnt live up at the farm with his mum & brother. He probably stank real bad but we didnt notice. He was a scruffy man but we didnt care. He was a hero to us.

When we were there we were out on our bikes. Or behing wree we lived there was the mining slag heaps. £ of them, huge they were. We would scramble up them dragging our bikes up then ride down them. Of course we would fall off & be battered & bruised & filthy. Did we give a shit ...no. Were we fat kids....no.

My punishment was to be kept in, i used to go stir crazy.

We would onaly come in to eat our tea, gobbled down as fast as we could so we could go out to play again. Hell i was 15 when i stopped playing out & started hanging out instead.

I loved my childhood & i often feel J is missing out as she hates playing out & is very solitary. Although she loves nature & walks she wont do anything with friends like that. Its up to me to take up to places to discover nature. To walk & talk.

You have brought back some wonderful memories for me.

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