| "I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character." __________________Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. - 28 August 1963 |
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In my mind, the best this country had to offer.
Yeah...all true.
Course I did hit the ER 13 times between age 3 and 15....Mom almost got used to it...almost....
News to me that after 1970, all of those things ceased to exist.
Amen to that, and it was definitely for the better.
P.S. I didn't eat worms. :-)
Love it! Thanks for the post navysealdad.
| "I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character." __________________Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. - 28 August 1963 |
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We would leave Home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights Came on.
No one was Able to reach us all day. —And, we were OKAY.
And CPS wouldn’t grab your kids when you let them walk two blocks to the park by themselves. It’s the liberals that created the society we’re now living in.
Who posts their stuff? Their wet nurse?
Just kidding!!! I was born in 1960. Or was it '61? Whatever. Jes' having a little fun with my fellow greyhairs.
'Course I dye my hair grey just so my friends don't get jealous. It's not fair that I should have so much hair and it still be nearly jet black.
What’s a seat belt?
I remember when Mom got a new washer and dryer. They were delivered in huge cardboard boxes, which were promptly filled with children, then rolled down Fools’ Hill in a race to the bottom, repeatedly, until they fell apart. The boxes, not the children. Although, come to think of it, we did fall apart, laughing and tumbling head over heels.
Sledding drunk on a 55 chevy car hood.
Before I was of age to have to go to school, I was always the first to wake in the morning. I would quickly get dressed and rush outside. I loved seeing the world come alive. Seeing the paperboy, egg, and milk men make their deliveries. It wasn’t long and I was hungry, rushing back home where Mom had breakfast ready. And then back outside.
We lived next to the Bayou and if Dad needed me home, He would drive the neighborhood and honk his horn. One long and two short honks.
When I was preparing to retire last year, I kept telling myself, I’ll be as free as I was before kindergarten.
Well it sounded good at the time.
I remember playing football in the middle of the street and coming home with scraped and bleeding elbows, knees, to go along with a bloody nose. Used up a whole box of band-aids. Never even thought about going to the hospital.
The good old days in some ways really were
There were those games in the summer evenings until the parents called us in. There was kick the can and spud and swinging statue. They go back all the way to James Agee’s magnificent prelude to “A Death in the Family,” Knoxville, Summer 1915 (??), a piece of prose so magnificent that a prominent composer set it to music.
Chesterfield... My mom’s cigarette brand when she was pregnant with me ... early 1950s... Garden Hose water... I love the taste of rubber on a hot summer afternoon...
Bookmarking
I do not know how I survived the beer, the girls and the fast cars.....
I'm always promoting Norman Rockwell here in FR .... 'cause it was America then.