Survivors and More

On Sundays I usually do a reblog of another post I’ve read during the week that I have found interesting, well-written, or thought-provoking.  This week is a little different.  You know those things that get sent by email around the net and you get threatened that something nasty will happen or you’re some kind of spineless wimp if you don’t pass it on?  (I call it “net tag”).  I generally hate those things and don’t pass them along just on general principle.  However.  I thought this one was really good.  Perhaps because I was born in the late 40s.  So here it is:



1930s, ’40s, ’50s, ’60s and ’70s!!


First, we survived being born to mothers
who may have smoked and/or drank

while they were pregnant.


They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing,
tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.

Then, after that trauma, we were put to sleep
on our tummies in baby cribs covered

with brightly coloured 

lead-based paints.


We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles,
locks on doors or cabinets,

and, when we rode our bikes,

we had baseball caps,

not helmets, on our heads.

As infants and children, we would ride in cars
with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts,
no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes.


Riding in the back of a pick- up truck
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, real butter, and bacon.
We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar.
And we weren’t overweight.  WHY?


Because we were always outside playing…that’s why!


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

only to find out that we

forgot the brakes.  After running into the bushes a few times,
we learned to solve the problem…


We did not have Play Stations, Nintendos and  X-boxes.
There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable,  

no video movies or DVDs, no surround-sound or CDs,

no cell phones,  no personal computers,

no Internet and no chat rooms.



and we went outside and found  them!!


We fell out of trees, got cut,

broken bones and teeth,

and there were no lawsuits

from those accidents.

We would get spankings with wooden spoons, switches,

ping-pong paddles, or just a bare hand,
and no one would call child services to report abuse.

    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!

These generations have produced

some of the best risk-takers, 

problem solvers, and inventors ever.


The past 50 to 85 years have seen an explosion
of innovation and new ideas…

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility,
and we learned how to deal with it all.

If YOU are one of those born

between 1925-1970,


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
so much of our lives  for our own good.

 While you are at it, forward it to your kids,
so they will know how brave and lucky their parents were.

Kind of makes you want to run through
the house with scissors, doesn’t it ?



About mysm2000

Having taught elementary school for more than 25 years and been involved in many amazing technology and curriculum projects, I find I've developed a myriad of interests based on literature I've read and music I've heard. I've followed The Wright Three to Chicago, Ansel Adams to Colorado, The Kon Tiki Expedition to Easter Island, Simon & Garfunkel lyrics to New York City, Frank Lloyd Wright to Fallingwater, Pennsylvania, and have only just begun.
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