How adorable are those kids?!? Not a bad picture in the entire group.
And we might have evidence that teaching’s so easy even a caveman can do it. The ‘70s ‘dos are hilarious.
I see inflation had already crept in - growing up in the 40s and 50s the allowance was $.25 ...
Did that teacher moonlight as Wolfman Jack?
Born in 1956 I grew up on a 240 acre farm with what became a national wild river running through it. In rural northern Wisconsin.
Most of my free time was spent hunting, fishing and trapping.
I spent more time in canoes then I ever did on a bike cycle.
For me my childhood was fantastic one could not ask for a better one. We were not rich being one of eight meant a lot of hand me downs.
During my Jr. to SR. high years I made money making hay working at a filling station pumping he , mowing lawns, catching minnows for the local bait shop ect and trapping.
I made more money trapping in a month then I did working all summer at a job. I carried guns to school on the bus to spend a week end at a buddies house for hunting.
It was a fantastic time to grow up.
I was born in 1958. Before I started 1st grade I was roaming the neighborhood with a pack of kids just like the Little Rascals.
in the 70’s my daddy would have lectured sternly and taken the mower away from me if I had stupidly mowed the lawn that close to another person kneeling on the ground..
I always keep in mind that our current president grew up in the 50s, 60s and 70s like many of us here. For that reason he remembers the quality of life during those years, and it’s deterioration.
He also knew an America that was second to none. Confident, and with class.
Like any great American inventor or thinker, Henry Ford, Steve Jobs, Carnegie etc.Trump sees the final product before the rest of us do.
Grew up in the 70’s myself. Summer itinerary: get up, bowl of cheerios, out the door. Riding bikes with our buddies near the drainage canal (nice and hilly, for those of us actively emulating Evel Knievel). Home for lunch (soup & sammich) back out the door for more bike riding, at the heat of the day my buddies would join me at home for a dip in the pool. Dinner with the family and then whatever god-awful TV shows that predominated back then. If they were re-runs then back out for one last bike ride before the streetlights came on. Bikes were freedom. Parents cooperated with each other keeping an eye on the kids. Probably one of the best times in history to be a kid.
CC
Grew up about the same time but in California. We had a huge family, so the money was thin but we had delights like drive-in movies where all of us could see first-run movies cheaply from our 1955 Ford station wagon.
I had two paper routes, one in the morning before school and another in the evening after school. Half of my money went to the family, half to my model airplane habit.
I had my first paying job somewhere around 12, maybe 13 running a tractor loader and riding lawn mower. By 15 I hired out to farmers to run tractor and trucks. At 16 I hired on as a truck driver to do custom combining out of state, without a drivers license. The day after I turned 18 I joined the Army.
When I was 15 I asked my dad for a motorcycle, as all my friends had one. He said yes, I could have one just as soon as I earned the money.
At 17 I wanted a car, same story only this time when I had the cash he insisted I pay for the insurance.
The end result of all of that is that we have a very high credit rating, own valuable property and have an IRA.
With our simple lifestyle, we make more money than we can spend. You have no idea how bothersome it is to have spare cash with bank interest rates at a mere fraction of a percent.
That Strawberry Point School picture. Just look at the racism there. I just wonder what treachery was employed to get that poor little black boy to smile? Look at the lack of diversity there. No wonder America is such a shambles today!
(Just exercising the left side of my brain)
in 1968, I ran the “Nixon Now” campaign when I was in the 4th grade.
I killed many Nazis, Japs and Indians with my Dick Tracy tommy gun! I think I was influenced by Hollywood!
‘50s kid here. Peak Americana. Euphoria of WWII still lingered, factories were booming, gas was cheap, suburbs were being built, etc., etc.
So Mick Fleetwood was your teacher?
I made all that up. Well, Maureen was real and gave me my first kiss.
We played war and smear the queer, gave out Valentines cards, had a Christmas tree in the class room, and the one black kid I remember in 3rd grade was named Chuck. He had a mom AND a dad. We’d have sleepovers at his house. He was a neighbor.
Race was not an issue. Race became an issue in HS as bussing was forced on us. Daily riots. Cultures clashed. I was sent to private military school as a result.