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Saturday, March 13, 2010

The way it was

My Mum used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.

My Mum used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember getting E.coli.

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring)--no beach closures then.

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.

Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.

We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health system we had then.

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 TV cable stations.

And now this iPod thing. It can hold thousands of songs. Problem is, there isn't one song popular today that I care to listen to.

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, Mum pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked.

Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $79 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mum 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 neighbour’s house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got butt spanked again when we got home.

I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off. Little did his Mum know that she could have owned our house. Instead,

she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighbourhood 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 did we ever survive?

LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T--SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING!!!!

9 comments:

  1. Yeah apparently Andrew - maybe we are abominations of nature?

    You and me and 1 million other people!

    Sad for the cotton wool kids - they really don't know what they are missing!

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  2. We had it and oh that was the life!...We had it all back then didnt we! Action, adventure, imgination and freedom. Wonderful reading that, took me right back! I loved growing up...now its pretty much Groan'in up isnt it...wouldnt trade those memories for all the the "advances", not ever!

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  3. Thanks for the comments! - THis is one of my favourite ones!

    "We didn't act up at the neighbour’s house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got butt spanked again when we got home."

    Today you would be charged with assault! - Yes they were defintely THE DAYS to be growing up!

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  4. and racing billycarts down the hill through three or four T intersections until we got to the bottom. Spending hours knee deep in a creek catching tadpoles. :)

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  5. Oh Kim how true - and don;t forget the puchbike with no brakes or a helmet, oh and the best one - looking under cow pats for worms for fishing - they WERE the days!

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  6. Due to overzealousness on my behalf I deleted many comments so please accept my apologies and the duplicates of said comments back to my blog
    Courtesy of Middle Child
    Memories we lived to have hey!

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  7. We left home in the morning on our bikes with no crash helmets, cycled for miles with friends and went home when it was dark. We ate crisps (chips) and smothered them with vinegar and salt by shaking the packet. Picked and ate wild blackberries and even took some home for mum to bake apple and blackberry pies. Climbed trees and made tarzan ropes to swing over the river.

    We had and gave our friends and enemies nicknames (and no-one called us bullied or bullies). We played with skipping ropes, jacks and hopscotch and didn't have a phone.

    Nobody we knew was allergic to nuts, and we ate awful school dinners.

    I don't remember anyone being allergic to anything!

    Aaaah the good old days

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  8. Like you - I don't call any allergies and if the sun was up you were outside, if the sun was down - you were meant to be inside. Not to hard to understand for the kids.

    Patched yourself up after falling off the bike, Going horse riding miles and miles fro town, falling off, normal stuff. Bones and minds were tougher back then!

    XXOO

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