Gotta Be Over 40 to Understand  

rip1374 56M
150 posts
4/6/2006 7:45 pm

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Gotta Be Over 40 to Understand

Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't get food poisoning.

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter, AND I used to eat a bite raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper, in a brown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember anybody getting e.coli.

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

We all took gym, not PE...and risked permanent injury with a pair of hightop Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built-in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened, because they tell us how much safer we are now.

Flunking gym was not an option...even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.

Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the National Anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.

What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything, and she could even give you an aspirin for a headache or fever.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself. I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.

Oh yeah...and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!

We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked! Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either, because if we did, we got our butt spanked there, and then we got our butt spanked again when we got home. I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof.

It was a neighborhood run amuck.

To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a "dysfunctional family". How could we possibly have known that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?


2943 posts
4/6/2006 8:10 pm

Haha...I love all of these!!...I think more kids NEED their butts spanked today!...That's why they have no respect!...Crack their my parents did and you learn to respect real quick!...Nice post...I like it!


rm_Shortdogg65 52M
672 posts
4/6/2006 8:30 pm

Amen to that, brother! Shortdogg

Djeeper1987 48M

4/6/2006 8:44 pm

I am not 40, but I sure do remember!!! Makes you think doesn't it!

Carpe Diem


4/6/2006 9:09 pm

LOL, maybe it should have said 35 and above will understand. I remember all of this. GOD it sucks to grow up!!

rm_art_persists 53M
1789 posts
4/6/2006 9:11 pm

Some was good, some bad. The future is also looking good and bad at the same time.

sideline1968 49F

4/6/2006 9:13 pm

Not over 40 (not far from it though) and I can agree with everything you said. For us, it wasn't the gravel pile we played king of the hill on ... it was the jungle gym at the playground/ballpark. Which was right next to the local creek. Which ran along side the train tracks. Best time ever was seeing if you could get the ball and get back before the train got in your way. What? Were we actually supposed to WAIT for the train to pass?

Great post!

julie4daddy34 46F
599 posts
4/6/2006 9:17 pm

Alright now..I'm not over 40..but I can recall all these same things!

LilSquirt_4mfm 68M/68F
3394 posts
4/6/2006 9:31 pm

They are missing so much ..... but are sure they have it all..

great post .. thank you for some great thoughts n memories


qship52 64M

4/6/2006 9:56 pm

Here's a few more:

In grade school we played dodgeball, and threw hard at each other.

After school, we came home, and had a choice of 3 tv channels. I remember one played HeeHaw, and the other two still had soap operas on, so naturally there was nothing left to do but go outside and play.

I knew one kid in school with divorced parents.

Phones had dials on them.

For years, our house had a 'party line' phone. If you don't know what that is, look it up, and you will probably be shocked.

I actually did play with two dixie cups connected by a string - and it worked!

The first several cars I remember had no seat belts.

It used to take 2 days to drive from Indiana to Iowa, on route 30 - no interstates. Gas was expensive at 29.9 (that's 29.9 cents - but then I could eat a meal at Burger King for 50 cents).

How did we survive?!

LadytoPleaseYou 65F
5447 posts
4/6/2006 10:13 pm

those were the days my friend.....
the whole neighborhood was our playground. much to our chagrin ALL the parents watched out for ALL the kids. we couldn't get away with anything. well, not for long anyway. now i'm afaid to let my kids outdoors at all. if the neighborhood bullies don't attack then they might be kidnapped. it will never be the same.

PENIS CHARMING....where are you?

rm_BiF33Ut 51F
295 posts
4/6/2006 11:18 pm

Hey hey... I remember a few things from back then too... I remember telling my Mom that my uncle touched me.. and my Dad spanking me for lying. I remember Janie down the road...and how I was scared to death to spend the night at her house because of what her Dad used to do to all of her friends that had slumber parties there.

Hmmm... Oh yeah... I also remember when a womans arm was cut off by the JC Penny parking garage elevator (well the passing by the next floor was what really cut it off...) because she wanted to catch that elevator. I was 6. I never sacrifice body parts to catch an elevator even to this day.

I think there might have also been a lot of babies that went through windshields because there wasn't a seat belt requirement back then either.

Yep.... I don't remember getting ecoli, or botulism, but I do remember when convincing your friend to stick his tounge on the cold tether ball pole wasn't a misdemeanor.... it was just mean.

Times have changed. Roll a dubie, sit back and enjoy that we can fix most of the damage we can do to our bodies.

Your one of those kind of folks that doesn't fix shit cuz it's been working for years this way ... aren't you?

Ok.. I'm a little on edge.. but what the hell.. it is free speech.

Peace anyways...

Zorro5313 64M
23 posts
4/6/2006 11:36 pm

i am 53 and God those were the days. You bring back some happy memories and some sad ones too. I remember playing soccer and cricket in the street. Carry books to school was no option. Today kids use bags with wheels (boring). We used to make our own scooters and ride them up and down the streets on quiet sundays.

Thank you for reminding me of the good old days. I certainly miss them.

hotandhorny107 59F

4/6/2006 11:51 pm

I too remember those days and with them, sleeping out on the front porch in the summer, unlocked doors, kick the can, jumping into sawdust piles. The paddle at school, leaving school at lunch to eat at home. Picnics and swimming in fresh water holes.. Outhouses, coal furnaces, black and white tv, AM radio, plain old sneakers. No labels on clothes. Beautiful clothes made for me by my aunt. And the feel of real grass under my feet...Just a few of the things I recall.

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