What this generation missed and will never understand.
My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board
with the same knife and no bleach.... and what about licking those beaters after
that cake was mixed ..... but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.......
My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter, AND, I used to eat it raw sometimes too, but I can't remember getting E-coli.
Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine over-chlorinated swimming pool (talk about boring).
The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.
We all took gym, not PE; and risked permanent injury with a pair of high-top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.
Flunking gym was not an option. Even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.
Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson by running in the halls with leather soles on the linoleum tile and hitting the wet spot. How much better off would we be today if we had only known that we could have sued the school system.
Speaking of school, we all said prayers and the Pledge of Allegiance, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.
Schools didn't offer 14-year-olds an abortion or condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they did give us a couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the sniffles. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours even wore a hat and everything.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.
I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital cable stations.
I must be repressing memories as I try to rationalize through the denial of the dangers could have befallen us as we trekked off each day about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant lot, built forts out of branches and pieces of plywood, made trails, and fought over who got to be the Lone Ranger.
What was that property owner thinking, letting us play on that lot? He should have been locked up for not putting up a fence around the property, complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm.
Oh yeah. And where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48 cent bottle of Merthiolate or Mercurochrome and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either, because if we did, we got our butt smacked (physical abuse) here too. And then, we got our butt whipped again when we got home.
Mom invited the door-to-door salesman inside for coffee, kids choked down the dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks (Remember why Tonka trucks were made tough? It wasn't so that they could take the rough Berber in the family room.), and Dad drove a car with leaded gas.
Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play, and I am sure that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on two-week vacations. I should probably sue my folks now for the danger they put us in when we all slept in campgrounds in the family tent.
Summers were spent behind the push lawnmower... I didn't even know that mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an automatic blade-stop or an auto-drive. How sick were my parents?
Of course my parents weren't the only psychos. I recall the boy from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!
How interesting the manner in which times have changed...not always for the better. Which memories do you have?