If something doesn't happen to radically change the direction in which this now pitiful nation is headed, I'm afraid our grandchildren will spit on our graves!
“Spit” is the least of the things these creatures will do.
Interesting. But not to be a nose-picker, but FDR sent the first advisors to Vietnam.
Great Article. A big ol’ Salute to our Greatest Generation.
Just one question: WHAT in the world did you do wrong to screw up your kids? (Baby Boomers.)
((Of which I am one.))
Those were interesting times but I think my Grandparents generation was the one to see world shaking events.
They were born in the 1800s and got around by horse and buggy or even ox carts. Before they died, they had seen jet airliners, atomic bombs, men on the moon, television and it just goes on and on.
My mother was born in 1938, now deceased. Those ‘children’ came of age in the 1950’s and subsequently became the hippy generation..................
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Frankly, it was the people who were the children of the 1800s-1910 who always seemed to have their heads screwed on right, moreso than any that followed.
The nation and its culture, its populace, its government, is now almost entirely demented. Ready for the straight-jacket. When we’ve sunk to the point of faggot-marriages and transexual bathrooms, it’s a clear indication it’s over.
The notion that there is any generation that got it all substantially right, and some other generation messed everything up, is pretty childish.
Whatever “generations” we are talking about, the American People have been what used to be called “mugs” or “chumps” for many generations.
They accepted the Federal Reserve, going off the Gold Standard (1933 and 1971), and fiat money. They should have rioted in the streets.
They accepted the income tax, because it was going to be just for “the rich.”
They accepted Soshcurity, because it was going to pay them more than they paid in.
They accepted JFK’s theft of the 1960 election.
They accepted LBJ’s murder of JFK.
They accepted the “legalization” of abortion. After all, I’ve already been born.
And all those things happened on the watch of the “the Greatest Generation” and their parents.
That was my folks
1932 and 1933
Both gone to the Big Sky Event to meet the Creator
My dad grew up rich after about age 10 when my grandaddy got contracts to build military bases in the WWII buildup around 1934-36 and beyond
Big estate...cooks...drivers...gardeners ...great lake house slash hunting camp
Packards Roadmasters and Caddys in the garage
My mom was piney woods Deep South origin..dirt poor....log cabin born with no water or power
First generation to move to city
Her mom was a JC Penny seamstress and daddy a Harts bread truck driver
Her depression memories were stark
My dads got good really quick
Two very different perspectives...which I too share as a child of theirs
There’s still people around older than you :)
My mom was born in 1926 and still going strong.
this generation really had it the best...they came of age in boom times, positive times, great times....
it was optimism thru and thru....
the "last ones" is true....the last generation that had absolutely no worries for the most part...they escaped the Great depression and the Great War..
..they benefitted from everything including getting it good from SS..
and by and large, they voted in more benefits for themselves, even knowing that all generations subsequent would be paying and paying and paying....
I'm in my low 60's and I can absolutely say that I never voted for anything nor anyone that would screw other generations....
My parents were born in the early thirtys. My dad was born in 1932, the youngest of 3 surviving children. He lived in Darlington SC and has some great stories about the Darlington Raceway. My favorite is when he and a friend were invited to ride around the track with Herb Thomas. They climbed in the car behind Thomas and hung on to the roll bar while Thomas went a few laps around the track full speed. They didn’t have a seat or seatbelts and they were flung around in the back of the car while Thomas laughed at them trying to hold on.
My mom was born in 1934 in the back country of South Carolina and lived in a four room house without electricity or running water. She was the oldest of three sisters that survived. She tells of waking up early before school to feed and water the mule, cow and chickens, then riding the mule to the one room school house. By the time I came around the grandparents had electrified the house but still had no running water. I remember spending summers there, using the outhouse and taking baths in a galvanized tub on the back porch. I was glad when they boarded up the porch and turned it into a bathroom. My mom didn’t get her driver’s license until she was about 30.