IT WAS GOOD
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!
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