Got this in an e-mail today....

Were you a kid in the Fifties or earlier? Everybody makes fun of our
childhood! Comedians joke. Grandkids snicker. Twenty-something's
shudder and say "Eeeew!" But was our childhood really all that bad?
Judge for yourself:

In 1953 The US population was less than 150 million... Yet you knew
more people then, and knew them better... And that was good.
The average annual salary was under $3,000... Yet our parents could
put some of it away for a rainy day and still live a decent life...
And that was good

A loaf of bread cost about 15 cents... But it was safe for a
five-year-old to skate to the store and buy one... And that was good.

Prime-Time meant I Love Lucy, Ozzie and Harriet, Gunsmoke and
Lassie... So nobody ever heard of ratings or filters... And that was
good.

We didn't have air-conditioning... So the windows stayed up and half a
dozen mothers ran outside when you fell off your bike... And that was
good.

Your teacher was either Miss Matthews or Mrs. Logan or Mr. Adkins...
But not Ms Becky or Mr. Dan... And that was good.

The only hazardous material you knew about... Was a patch of
grassburrs around the light pole at the corner... And that was good.

You loved to climb into a fresh bed... Because sheets were dried on
the clothesline... And that was good.

People generally lived in the same hometown with their relatives.. So
"child care" meant grandparents or aunts and uncles... And that was
good.

Parents were respected and their rules were law.... Children did not
talk back..... and that was good.

TV was in black-and-white... But all outdoors was in glorious
color....And that was certainly good.

Your Dad knew how to adjust everybody's carburetor.. And the Dad next
door knew how to adjust all the TV knobs.. And that was very good.

Your grandma grew snap beans in the back yard... And chickens behind
the garage... And that was definitely good.

And just when you were about to do something really bad.. Chances were
you'd run into your Dad's high school coach... Or the nosy old lady
from up the street... Or your little sister's piano teacher... Or
somebody from Church.... ALL of whom knew your parents' phone
number... And YOUR first name... And even THAT was good! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

REMEMBER...
Send this on to someone who can still remember Nancy Drew, The Hardy
Boys, Laurel & Hardy, Abbott & Costello, Sky King, Little Lulu comics,
Brenda Starr, Howdy Doody and The Peanut Gallery, The Lone Ranger, The
Shadow Knows Nellie Belle, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk as
well as the sound of a real mower on Saturday morning, and summers
filled with bike rides, playing cowboy, playing hide and seek and
kick-the-can and Simon Says, baseball games, amateur shows at the
local theater before the Saturday matinee, bowling and visits to the
pool...and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar, and wax lips and
bubblegum cigars

Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that!
And was it really that long ago?

Perhaps you should consider writing a book! Some nice thoughts expressed
well.


"Eddy Wells" wrote in message
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Got this in an e-mail today....

Were you a kid in the Fifties or earlier? Everybody makes fun of our
childhood! Comedians joke. Grandkids snicker. Twenty-something's
shudder and say "Eeeew!" But was our childhood really all that bad?
Judge for yourself:

In 1953 The US population was less than 150 million... Yet you knew
more people then, and knew them better... And that was good.
The average annual salary was under $3,000... Yet our parents could
put some of it away for a rainy day and still live a decent life...
And that was good

A loaf of bread cost about 15 cents... But it was safe for a
five-year-old to skate to the store and buy one... And that was good.

Prime-Time meant I Love Lucy, Ozzie and Harriet, Gunsmoke and
Lassie... So nobody ever heard of ratings or filters... And that was
good.

We didn't have air-conditioning... So the windows stayed up and half a
dozen mothers ran outside when you fell off your bike... And that was
good.

Your teacher was either Miss Matthews or Mrs. Logan or Mr. Adkins...
But not Ms Becky or Mr. Dan... And that was good.

The only hazardous material you knew about... Was a patch of
grassburrs around the light pole at the corner... And that was good.

You loved to climb into a fresh bed... Because sheets were dried on
the clothesline... And that was good.

People generally lived in the same hometown with their relatives.. So
"child care" meant grandparents or aunts and uncles... And that was
good.

Parents were respected and their rules were law.... Children did not
talk back..... and that was good.

TV was in black-and-white... But all outdoors was in glorious
color....And that was certainly good.

Your Dad knew how to adjust everybody's carburetor.. And the Dad next
door knew how to adjust all the TV knobs.. And that was very good.

Your grandma grew snap beans in the back yard... And chickens behind
the garage... And that was definitely good.

And just when you were about to do something really bad.. Chances were
you'd run into your Dad's high school coach... Or the nosy old lady
from up the street... Or your little sister's piano teacher... Or
somebody from Church.... ALL of whom knew your parents' phone
number... And YOUR first name... And even THAT was good! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

REMEMBER...
Send this on to someone who can still remember Nancy Drew, The Hardy
Boys, Laurel & Hardy, Abbott & Costello, Sky King, Little Lulu comics,
Brenda Starr, Howdy Doody and The Peanut Gallery, The Lone Ranger, The
Shadow Knows Nellie Belle, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk as
well as the sound of a real mower on Saturday morning, and summers
filled with bike rides, playing cowboy, playing hide and seek and
kick-the-can and Simon Says, baseball games, amateur shows at the
local theater before the Saturday matinee, bowling and visits to the
pool...and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar, and wax lips and
bubblegum cigars

Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that!
And was it really that long ago?

It's funny to think that in 30 years or less our kids will be saying
the same things about now-a-days. Kinda scary

JohnF


On 25 Mar 2004 11:00:05 -0800, (Eddy Wells)
wrote:

Got this in an e-mail today....

Were you a kid in the Fifties or earlier? Everybody makes fun of our
childhood! Comedians joke. Grandkids snicker. Twenty-something's
shudder and say "Eeeew!" But was our childhood really all that bad?
Judge for yourself: