First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright- colored, lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
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.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes! After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendos, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video-tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS, and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!
Little League had tryouts, and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
This generation has produced some of the best risk takers, problem solvers, and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned
HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!
And YOU are one of them! CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our "own" good
And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!
Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there's nothing else to gaze on, Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore, Big mountains heaved to heaven, which the blinding sunsets blazon, Black canyons where the rapids rip and roar?
Have you swept the visioned valley with the green stream streaking through it, Searched the Vastness for a something you have lost?
Have you strung your soul to silence? Then for God's sake go and do it; Hear the challenge, learn the lesson, pay the cost.
Have you wandered in the wilderness, the sagebrush desolation, The bunch-grass levels where the cattle graze? Have you whistled bits of rag-time at the end of all creation, And learned to know the desert's little ways?
Have you camped upon the foothills, have you galloped o'er the ranges, Have you roamed the arid sun-lands through and through? Have you chummed up with the mesa? Do you know its moods and changes? Then listen to the Wild -- it's calling you.
Have you known the Great White Silence, not a snow-gemmed twig aquiver? (Eternal truths that shame our soothing lies.) Have you broken trail on snowshoes? mushed your huskies up the river, Dared the unknown, led the way, and clutched the prize? Have you marked the map's void spaces, mingled with the mongrel races, Felt the savage strength of brute in every thew? And though grim as hell the worst is, can you round it off with curses? Then hearken to the Wild -- it's wanting you.
Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, groveled down, yet grasped at glory, Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole? "Done things" just for the doing, letting babblers tell the story, Seeing through the nice veneer the naked soul? Have you seen God in His splendors, heard the text that nature renders? (You'll never hear it in the family pew.)
The simple things, the true things, the silent men who do things -- Then listen to the Wild --it's calling you.
They have cradled you in custom, they have primed you with their preaching, They have soaked you in convention through and through;
They have put you in a showcase; you're a credit to their teaching -- But can't you hear the Wild? -- it's calling you. Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us; Let us journey to a lonely land I know. There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us, And the Wild is calling, calling . . . let us go.
Ain't it the truth. People say to me, "Man, must have been hard raising seven children!". Not really. They made their own fun. When it was time to come home, we had a big old bell I'd ring for lunch, and in the evening my husband's voice could be heard for blocks calling them home.
my g-ma would whistle too, we'd be out fishing on the lake and you could hear her whistle a mile away, we knew it was time for lunch or dinner, I love those memories :ooh:
The coolest part was that they ate lunch at whoever's house they were closest to. All the mother's took their turn. No one grumbled or complained that they had to feed a small army of children.
I remember buying a crate of Colorado peaches to can. It was a day where the army was playing in our yard. I barely had enough peaches left to make it worth while by the time they were finished with them.
Our side yard consisted of first, second and third base, home plate and the pitchers mound in the summer. And was turned into an ice rink in the winter.
My kids still talk about what fun they had growing up.
We had to be home when the street lights came on. It was simply understood that you wouldn't dare be late.
We played sand lot ball across the street on the corner. A few years ago, Habitat for Humanity built a house there that I had part of designing and Inks and I worked on. That was a super experience.
You brought back those memories of great times from then. My dad would whistle. And yes, we would eat lunch at howevers house you were at at the time.....we were very blessed children!
Trying to dig a hole to China in the dirt alley and sailing paper boats in the street gutters after it rained. Putting on plays in someone's back yard and all the neighbors turning out for the performance. One of my friends had gotten a tin printing machine that typed out one letter at a time. We started a weekly newsletter and would go house to house asking for news for the newsletter and then deliver the finished product.
There were a couple of summers where a lot of our activities were curtailed because of the Polio epidemic. A boy in my kindergarten class and a little girl down the street both had caught it. The little girl lived in the brown duplex next to your house, tatergirl.
I buried a time capsule type of thing over on Grandview when I was a little girl. Put little trinkets in it that meant something to me. Wonder if it's still there and if anyone will ever find it years from now.
When we first moved from the frogtown neighborhood out to the country, I was seven and bored to death. It was summer. You should have seen my face when I asked why the ice cream man hadn't come around yet. I hadn't met any friends yet and was yearning for school to start. The road was gravel back then, so I would walk around and started noticing cool looking rocks. I started a rock collection. I had an ice cream bucket full of different colors and varieties of rocks. For years that was a favorite hobby of mine. My parents thought I would become a geologist.
After time I made a bunch friends, learned to love living in the country, and I found new hobbies. Funny, cuz I don't keep in touch with any of those kids, but the bucket full of rocks is still in my parents house somewhere.
I remember all the kids in the neighborhood having our own parades every year. I also remember the adult block parties. We'd have a fire in our front yard. (We had no fire ring)
Also all the waterfights. We had 7 kids in our family, and 2 other families 5 houses up with 7 each, plus the 2-3 kid houses. We had an awful lot of kids.
I did it at home.....
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wooohooo...u are alive!!!
how the hell did you get here??
http://www.geocaching.com/seek/cache_details.aspx?wp=GCQ35E&Submit6=Find
for part of the hunt :wink:
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1930s '40s, '50s, '60s and '70s !!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright- colored, lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
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.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes! After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendos, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video-tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS, and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!
Little League had tryouts, and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
This generation has produced some of the best risk takers, problem solvers, and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned
HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!
And YOU are one of them! CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our "own" good
And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!
that and when I was learning how to ride a bike...my brother took me to the top of the hill....said ride down....
when you get to the bottom turn hard...really hard....to make the turn.
needless to say I did a flip like no other....even made the tire bend in half.
Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there's nothing else to gaze on, Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore, Big mountains heaved to heaven, which the blinding sunsets blazon, Black canyons where the rapids rip and roar?
Have you swept the visioned valley with the green stream streaking through it, Searched the Vastness for a something you have lost?
Have you strung your soul to silence? Then for God's sake go and do it; Hear the challenge, learn the lesson, pay the cost.
Have you wandered in the wilderness, the sagebrush desolation, The bunch-grass levels where the cattle graze? Have you whistled bits of rag-time at the end of all creation, And learned to know the desert's little ways?
Have you camped upon the foothills, have you galloped o'er the ranges, Have you roamed the arid sun-lands through and through? Have you chummed up with the mesa? Do you know its moods and changes? Then listen to the Wild -- it's calling you.
Have you known the Great White Silence, not a snow-gemmed twig aquiver? (Eternal truths that shame our soothing lies.) Have you broken trail on snowshoes? mushed your huskies up the river, Dared the unknown, led the way, and clutched the prize? Have you marked the map's void spaces, mingled with the mongrel races, Felt the savage strength of brute in every thew? And though grim as hell the worst is, can you round it off with curses? Then hearken to the Wild -- it's wanting you.
Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, groveled down, yet grasped at glory, Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole? "Done things" just for the doing, letting babblers tell the story, Seeing through the nice veneer the naked soul? Have you seen God in His splendors, heard the text that nature renders? (You'll never hear it in the family pew.)
The simple things, the true things, the silent men who do things -- Then listen to the Wild --it's calling you.
They have cradled you in custom, they have primed you with their preaching, They have soaked you in convention through and through;
They have put you in a showcase; you're a credit to their teaching -- But can't you hear the Wild? -- it's calling you. Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us; Let us journey to a lonely land I know. There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us, And the Wild is calling, calling . . . let us go.
By the way OT, I LOVE your avatar.
She sent the blacklab out to find me....
I remember buying a crate of Colorado peaches to can. It was a day where the army was playing in our yard. I barely had enough peaches left to make it worth while by the time they were finished with them.
Our side yard consisted of first, second and third base, home plate and the pitchers mound in the summer. And was turned into an ice rink in the winter.
My kids still talk about what fun they had growing up.
It just sounds like your house was a lot like mine was growing up.
We played sand lot ball across the street on the corner. A few years ago, Habitat for Humanity built a house there that I had part of designing and Inks and I worked on. That was a super experience.
There were a couple of summers where a lot of our activities were curtailed because of the Polio epidemic. A boy in my kindergarten class and a little girl down the street both had caught it. The little girl lived in the brown duplex next to your house, tatergirl.
I lived at the site of an old one room school house....all cool things I found....
like a fork
After time I made a bunch friends, learned to love living in the country, and I found new hobbies. Funny, cuz I don't keep in touch with any of those kids, but the bucket full of rocks is still in my parents house somewhere.
Also all the waterfights. We had 7 kids in our family, and 2 other families 5 houses up with 7 each, plus the 2-3 kid houses. We had an awful lot of kids.