Posted on 09/27/2014 4:53:18 PM PDT by navysealdad
What a wonderful life we had as kids, not a worry in the world. Whether one era or another was "better" depends on whom you ask. For example, some people think the "good old days" were always better, because these people are not happy with their current life, so they think the past was superior to how things are now.
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Why do you sound so bitter? I am very curious about that. When I was growing up, very few people had money but, you know what. We were truly blessed by what we did have. I have had ancestors who have fought for this country since the Revolutionary War. My older brother flew on bombers during the Korean War. He and others like him flew on those bombers through mushroom clouds. It would take forever to get the radiation down to a “safe” level. When he died in 2006, he was taking 20 kinds of meds for that radiation exposure. I am proud of everyone of them. They are what made this country what it is today except politicians are doing their best to destroy it.
“There are a ton of things better today. “
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Yep,central air conditioning and the sippy cup.:-)
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Amen.
First, you complain about that poster watching tv and when that was shot down, you went the other way. Wow.
I think we are, too. I know one thing. I could not work in our veggie fields today. One time back in the 80’s I was at my mom’s. She went to plant veggie seeds. I could not keep up with her and she was in her 80’s. She never ever got hot. Even on the hottest days, she wore a sweater. My parents, relatives and friends worked hard during those hot summer days in MS. Today’s kids have no idea where food comes from. When my daughter moved to Seattle, a friend asked her if cotton grew on trees. This was in the 80’s. I do need to write a book like many people have told me.
I am not bitter. At all.
My family has been involved with every war this country has fought. I appreciate those who have suited up and done their duty.
What I shake my head at is the folks who refuse to see how wonderful this country is TODAY. It was not better in the past. It was different. It was porobably more comfortable for some. And based on the ages of the posters here, those days were the days of your youth.
But the seeds of your youth have grown into the reality of today. Everyone thinks it was better when they were kids. I get that.
I am firmly in middle age. I think back to the mid sixties and seventies with a certain nostalgia. But I don’t think they were “better times” than my kids childhood.
I know that no one on FR watches TV, or reads the newspaper, or go to the movies. I laugh when I read that. Cable and Satellite penetration numbers just don’t support those claims.
I won’t disrupt the nostalgia fun-fest here again. I understand how the elderly like to look back because they are afraid of looking forward.
There are very few shows I watch. I have music choice channels and I watch/listen to those. I do not watch or listen to the news. I find everything I need to know from the Internet and that includes emails from different groups, and Facebook. I go to newspaper sites to read some news but I try to read the comments on those sites, too. I use to take our local paper but even it has gotten liberal. I also read a lot and have over 200 books on my iPad. Some of my favorite authors are. William W, Johnstone, J.A. Johnstone, Grace Livingston Hill, Lee Child, and others. I have loved reading ever since I learned how.
It was sarcasm. Duh.
And, depleted uranium in the Gulf War and WOT are going to kill my kids thirty years from now. Things don’t necessarily change. Just the way we find to kill ourselves.
If I happen to meet you at a party, I think I’ll just go home.
God bless your heart.
Ah, don’t do that. You just might miss something.
Really...what are the chances of that? I think we can both live our lives comfortable that we won’t be faced with that nightmare.
MB
I remember my immigrant grandfather laughing at Groucho n You Bet Your Life. We watched “cowboy” shows together on TV.
My grandmother made the best meatballs ever.
We moved away 25 years before they died and I only saw them 2-3 more times during that time.
Our playground at school considered of a large slide, merry-go-round you could use one foot to jump start. Both steel IIRC. We had the large tree with great roots and used it to play marbles everyday.
“afraid of looking forward”
It could be that clarity of vision improves with age. Sometimes with enough history to look back at it can be a little scary to see where the future might well be heading.
I’m sure my parent’s generation saw the same...and they were right. Like I have already said...some things today are better...some not so much.
I loved playing marbles. I saw a pint jar of some in an antique store and bought them. . My mom would get down on the floor and play with me. I do not remember anyone else playing. . Until I was in the 7th grade we played baseball at recess or at noon. I would really, really upset the boys. They wanted to take my bat turn. I was way better than any of them and did not let them. I had so many nieces, nephews, cousins that we played on the weekend. We learned to let the pitcher throw toward the house. Wonderful memories using little or no money.
I remember those. People talk about overweight kids today but kids are not allowed to play like we did. If there is no playground equipment, let them play with balls. Oh, shucks. They are not allowed to do that these days. Sometimes, I think common sense died years ago.
Ditto
My word. I did not know someone on here is a mind reader. Wow! Sure we “elderly” like to talk about the past just like we all listened to my mom for many years. I wish I had paid a lot more attention to what she said. I feel sorry for people who do not or can not remember the past. That is how my family keep our dead loved ones “alive”. We all loved hearing about the time my mom and her siblings got into the medicinal whiskey her dad kept. It seems like they drank some including the baby. They OT n the porch and one said, “let me off this house so I won’t be dizzy.”. There was another time when an older kid got the horses and wagon to take the others for a ride. They hit a bump, spooked the horses and tossed kids everywhere. The way she described it, I could see it happening. Wonderful memories. I am so glad my daughter heard her stories.
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