How did we live through this horribly dangerous time? 😀
A great mystery… one that Pajamaboy will never understand.
Thanks for the walk down memory lane.
REALLY great stuff, on its way to my list!
Those times, perilous thou they may have been, by today’s standards–seem like a “walk in the park” when compared with the society we have today. Thank you for the wonderful peak back in time. I remember Mama being at home when we returned from school; one winder day, she presented me with a pair of baby doll flannel pajamas she had sewn during the day. Does anyone remember during the “Cold War” area, having the drills where you lined up in the hallways, against the walls, arms over your heads, child packed against child–to ward off being injured from the bombs that might be dropped on us. We were ever so “lucky” to live two blocks from the air raid siren. Every Monday of the world, at 12:00 PM that thing would go off–just testing, just in case. My greatest fears at that time was that Daddy would not be able to get home to Mama and us kids in time to save us during one of these impending bomb raids. Yes, things were in many was less structured them, and were at times frightening–yet, I would not trade the opportunity of being a child of the 1950’s for being born into the world we have now created. I guess every generation will fight it’s own battles; but how I grieve over the fact that the choices of this generation and our profligate leaders do cause us to wrap chains around the necks of the yet unborn. Sorry if I got morbid over this. All in all, I wish every child could experience and joy and freedom us “old timers” were lucky enough to born into.
Auntie, I remember the drills putting our arms over our heads. Umm come to think of it I think we should have bent over and kissed our you know what good bye.. LOL
Really I mean hands over head for a nuke.. Hehehehe
Those were the days. Really perfect in that we had just a bit of technology, yet still not tethered to it like today.
Thank you DCG for the memories. Oh, I remember being a child well, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself!
We never locked our doors. Never. We were shocked if a girl in high school was rumored to be pregnant (she wasn’t). Even in NYC kids would bring their .22 rifles on subways because they were members of their school’s rifle team. Young women never swore and you watched your language in front of them and adults else a bar of soap with your name on it was waiting. Times have sure changed and none for the better.
Thanks for the memories. Had it not been for my dog, Betsy, I might still be lost in that South Carolina cotton field. The cotton was taller than me (in case you don’t know, cotton plants don’t get very tall), and I had gotten lost in the field. My father started his “it’s time to come home or else” whistle that could heard for a country mile (that’s farther than your standard mile). Betsy, who was with me…..always, started jumping straight up and down when she heard my dad’s whistling. That of course brought about my rescue from the cotton field. Oh yeah,……I was barefooted too.
Jerry, I am from Massachusetts, but you and I have common roots. 😀
.??? My mother was born in Massachusetts…..just what kind of common roots are you speaking of?
The only time we locked our doors was when we went on vacation…….but, we still left a key hanging on a nail in the wall beside the garage door going into the house. The key was in plain view and we never shut the garage door. I had a great childhood running all over my neighborhood and wooded areas, and riding my bike all around town. That wonderful feeling of independence at such a young age was so exhilarating. There was so much to discover and do without my parents (and, I spent plenty of time with my loving mom and dad), but, children need time away from them to develop some life skills on their own. Our neighborhood played football, baseball, basketball, prisoner’s base, kick the can, etc. without any adults involved. Kids from nearby neighborhoods would often come to play games with us because we had a huge rectangular flat field perfect for sports. The older kids decided who would be the captains of each team and then we were picked to be on one team or the other; and somebody is always the last to be chosen; that’s just life and we dealt with it. Fights were rare, but they were settled on the field; there was no running home crying to mommy and daddy. When it snowed, we would go sledding until after midnight at a nearby golf course where we had the time of our lives (without adults). I had a great time from the late 50’s through the early 70’s. When I think back to those times growing up, it was almost magical compared to the realities of today. The evil things people do to children and young teens was such an extremely rare act back then, it just was not part of my worldly awareness yet. It’s disgusting what has happened to our country, stealing the innocence from children, really all of us, and as a result, we are raising generations of wussies who are totally ill-prepared to function as contributing members of society. Nice post DCG……
Grennworxx, you must have grown up in my neighborhood! That was my story.
Oddly, one of the places where people still leave their doors unlocked even today is Nantucket, a playground of the rich! What attracts the rich to this tiny piece of sand is its authenticity. They’ve made their fortunes, and now they are willing to spend every last dollar to try to come back to some kind of innocence. I know this very personally. One of the names on the houses out there is, “Heart’s Content.” They want and need what all people need, a return to innocence. I’ve found mine thru Jesus Christ. And that is the only way.
How about no 55 mph speed limits, seat belts, and DHS. During WW II, we had Air Raid Wardens, and Nazi Germans weren’t invited into the country, and, when here, lavishly supported by our tax dollars and adoption of ways intended for our destruction.
It’s a great shame things are no longer like that…
LOVED this!! For what it’s worth, I jumped (as recreation) off rafters of my grandfather’s PA barn into(3-ft-deep) recently-dumped wheat grain( on the barn-bridge floor) awaiting processing. It was a 40-50-ft “free-fall” stopped only by weight of grain quickly rolling over your entry point….rolling over your feet like tiny ball-bearings. I can’t even remember WHY I thought it was a good idea….or why I thought it would work or I didn’t think I would die. Of course we were forbidden to play in the barn…of course we didn’t listen! LOL!!!! Don’t you think it’s sort of like the first person to eat a lobster or a crab? Why would you do it? Why wouldn’t you think you might die? Why was it a good idea? Anyway …besides that….I did the other “stuff,” too….riding bikes until dark to God-Knows-Where….My skate key for my metal “over the shoe” street skates was on a string I put on every morning before I left the house …..b/c…who knew when I could grab a few minutes to skate? (My adult children make fun of me today for keeping my ice skates in the car trunk, b/c—who knows when I’ll find a rink & some time to skate?????) I hurdlled down iced hills on tobaggans….worse yet—on sheet metal roofing sections (you know—kids improvise 🙂 …OMG….we could have sliced our limbs or heads off! I had kids’ shortened Nordic skis b/f I was 8 & went out alone to the steepest hills in town…the ones the city closed to traffic so no one could get injured in a car trying to traverse…..(once I veered off course and literally HIT an old stable/garage wall like a cartoon character—BLAM!) jumping barrels on ice-skates at the frozen pond…I am SOOOOOOO glad I had this childhood (& that my mother never knew what I was doing 🙂 b/c there’s not too many of “us” that did…& not too many came after us…..I suffer no “wimps” in my classroom (my admonition is, “THERE IS NO CRYING IN BASEBALL OR MIDDLE SCHOOL), and I despair today over the state of our children’s health due to staying in, playing video games, watching TV, hanging out at the mall………etc etc. Today at my school, it was 80 degrees. The PE dept had THREE collapses —-requiring that we call 911. The kids were too fat (OMG–not politically correct to say!!!), not acitive outside of daily PE classes (the texting/video game/facebook crowd) and not adequately using good nutrition/hydration during the day as a matter of habit/home education.
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