Posted on 01/19/2015 4:18:04 PM PST by navysealdad
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE 1930s, '40s, '50s, '60s and '70s!!
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we used truck tires ... until the throw up got to bad smellin’
Didn’t have street lights where I grew up;
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We barely had electic lights in country when I grew up.
We also used Roman candles, but we did it at about 30-40 feet and held trash can lids as shields.
What a blast !!!!
Chesterfield... My mom’s cigarette brand
One day, Jimmy’s Dad came home early, from work, and stopped for a pack. “Geez, you’re out, already?” said Walt. “Two packs since noon?”
That night, at dinner, his Dad put his new pack on the table, and said “So, I heard you were at Walt’s, this afternoon”.
We didn’t see Jimmy for about a week, except when he was looking out his bedroom window :)
Survived? - I can’t imagine a better time to have grown up any place than in the US in the ‘50’s - there was hope, economic and technological progress, and a respect for competence and genuine achievement we’ll probably never see again.....
When I was a kid our street had a major hill on it, and the town closed the street on snow days and never plowed it.
On a Saturday afternoon, it seemed like there were hundreds of kids on sleds out there.
I don’t ever remember any of the residents complaining or calling the cops. When a car came along, the kids would just yell “CAR!” and everyone would get out of the way.
Kids would bring out large cartons, that would fill with kids and go down the hill to groom the snow for better speed.
If it was too crowded, the local kids knew there was a trail back in the woods we could use, with a creek at the bottom.
Living right there was great, we would go back out after dinner for a couple more hours of sledding under the street lights, with practically no one to get in our way. And we knew there would be hot chocolate when we finally came back in.
That’s all over now. Lawyers and selfish people put a stop to it.
LOL! They knew me by name at the ER! Lots of doctors got to practice suturing skills on my head.
hmm, maybe that explains some things...
Sheriff caught me and my older brother blowing up stumps in a field about 2 or 3 miles from the house; he said he was taking us home to our Mother, we almost begged him to take us to jail instead.
Heard him tell his partner as they left the house, “might have been better for us (me and my brother) if he HAD taken us to jail”.
My Mom was well known in those parts and you sure didn’t want to cross her.
Now days we would have just been hauled straight to a federal detention center and put on a permanent terrorist watch list.
It WAS a blast, wasn't it
In the 50s we use to roll down hill in the woods in barrels,
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We didn’t have hills but there was one overpass in which we would take old tires, get inside
and roll down the dirt side until we either stopped or hit something to stop us.
My dad used to let my all of us kids ride home on top of the hay truck. We stacked the hay so high that we could give signal lights a good swing. We thought it was great; he would be on the highway doing 60mph or so and we would sit hold our arms out at the very front of the load and imagined we were flying. Thank goodness the truck didn’t have good brakes!
My dad was a master with rope, but one time we had a loose load and dad said he didn’t think we should ride home on top of the truck. On the way home the whole load started rocking and we lost half of the bales as we went through town. We all had to scramble because we heard sirens as we were throwing the bales back on the truck. Dad had had a few difficulties with traffic cops back then. We got out of there just before the sirens got to us. We had to leave a couple broken bales.
General/Chat forum, on a thread titled To Those of Us Born 1925 - 1970, luvbach1 wrote:
I had forgotten the name of the knife game.
“Mumbly Peg” was one of the names that come to mind
Hows 1930 sound and going strong.
I am going to say something totally unPC here but here goes. My guess most of the Freepers that grew up during those years were pretty darn good at driving when a little buzzed. Not stone drunk but you know what I mean. Now because of MADD nobody can have any fun, hell you get DUI for .05 BAC in some states?
As a child of the 60’s and 70’s I think we were all “Free Range Kids”.
My daughter sits in jaw dropping amazement when I tell her about some of my exploits. Never mind the cuts and bruises, broken bones and trips to the ER, just the everyday stuff we did and never thought twice about.
The list goes on and on.
As a 16 year old, driving to school in a beat up 1953 Ford pickup with at least two rifles mounted over the seat! Can you imagine doing that now?
“Hows 1930 sound and going strong.”
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Good for you !
Aren’t we lucky to have a neat place like FR to hang around in during our retirement years?
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Cheers
Ever been pulled over with open beers and were told to just pour out the beers and go home ?
Does that include those born in those years, that survived POW camps and 3 years in the jungle, hiding from the Japs?
We’ve outlawed fun. Now fun is staring at a little 6 inch screen.
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