[OkieDoke]

back then, I used to wear an onion on my belt. Yessir, those were the days! But then they had to go and change things . . .

[dighton]

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In the good old days, FReepers* didn't log on* to the internet* and ping* folks just for the hell of it**.

* Newfangled expression.

** Shocking vulgarity.

[Muleteam1]

I was raised on a small Texas farm. My son-in-law was raised on a concrete stoop in Brooklyn. We both speak English, both claim to be conservative, but communication is still very difficult.

I surley don't want to go back. That would mean having to go through the 1960s again.

Muleteam1

[Monti Cello]

This is mostly hypersentimental BS.

the world we lived in as children is completely gone. Nothing that exists resembles our lives....
give me a break with the hyperbole

I was never afraid of the dark
Ah, yes back in the day when even the dark was light.

All fathers and brothers could fix cars, lawn mowers, tractors, boat engines, toasters, leaking faucets and spigots.
Uh, huh, yeah right....white collar employment and urban life sprang into existence in 1969.

Many people lived in cities and towns because there was very little crime.
This is idiotic beyond comment.

pig farmers, goat and poultry farmers and seed farming were all held in the highest regard by most people.
I highly doubt this.

The freedom of self-definition has all but gone by the wayside.
Nonsense! I've got my own tagline, dammit!!

I as a young 30-something grew up in a life closer to what she describes in a ruralish suburb than my upper-50's parents did in a big city suburb. One's environs and shopping habits are for the choosing, not dictated by the media.

[freekitty]

I remember those days.

[lbt4000]

I can relate to that. We used to melt lead in an iron kettle over a small wood fire and cast fishing sinkers at 12 and 13, unsupervised I may add. It was more fun to make our own sinkers than to buy them. Can you imagine the charges parents would face now if 12 and 13 year old kids did that today.

[timestax]

For all of us who are 50-years-old, or older, the world we lived in as children is completely gone. Nothing that exists resembles our lives, as youths, anymore. The greatest memories of my childhood revolved around my ability to wander. I walked, as a child, for miles and miles and miles, every day. I walked to woods, to creeks and streams, to fields, to rivers, to my nieces' and nephews' house in the next town over, to my sister’s house who also lived in a different town, to friends’ houses, to a stable, to find my father when he was on the golf course, to the swimming pool and holes, and to school.

WALKING? Its rare to see a child walking anywhere these days. I would , like you, walk through the woods, walk to the Ma and Pa grocery stores,carring pop bottles to turn in for candy,walk to the local airport to watch the Cessna's, and Pipers, take off and land, some of the route involved walking on the railroad tracks. Those woods are gone now (Apartment Complexes), along with the Ma and Pa stores, airport, GONE..all g o n e.. If I want to walk in a woods, I have to drive to it first.

[potlatch]

Good 'old times' article!

[cubreporter]

Bravo Nancy Levant! Bravo!!!

Listen up people...especially you kids. I wish you could experience the times Nancy speaks of in her article. I KNOW you would be happy as can be.

Let's have faith Nancy...miracles DO happen.

[neutrino]

All true.

[Aliska]

Bump to read tomorrow.

[Old Professer]

Of all these things the author so persuasively writes, a single word describes what has truly been lost and nowhere does she use it - trust!

[krunkygirl]

bump and save

[SE Mom]

Ping for irretrievable moments...