The Good Old Days ~ Hope's Country Cottage




 

Take a Stroll With Me
(down Memory Lane)

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we
made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.

I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes
and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches.
I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated,
and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and
wash the car. And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new
car when you are sixteen. It will be good if at least one time
you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger
brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line
down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under
the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister
wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and
that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't
ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be
seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make
one instead of buying one. I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and
read books. When you learn to use computers, I hope you also
learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first
crush on a boy/girl, and when you talk back to your mother that
you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a
stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it.
And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he
is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa
and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through
your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at
Hanukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment,
hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate
life. Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you.
And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.

(Send this to all of your friends. We secure our friends,
not by accepting favors, but by doing them.)

 

I Can't Believe You Made It. If you were a child in the 40s,
50s, 60s or 70s.
Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long
as we have....

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air
bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was
always a special treat.

Our baby cribs were covered with brightly colored lead-based
paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors,
or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no
helmets. (Not to mention hitchhiking to town as a young kid!)

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
Horrors. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of
scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot
the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times we
learned to solve the problem.

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. No cell phones or pagers. Unthinkable.

We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt.
We got cut and broke bones and broke teeth, and there were
no law suits from these accidents. They were accidents.
No one was to blame, but us. Remember accidents?
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue
and learned to get over it.

We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop but
we were rarely overweight ... we were always outside playing.
We shared one grape soda with four friends, from one bottle
and no one died from this.

We did not have Color TV, Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes,
video games at all, 99 channels on cable, video taped movies,
surround sound, personal cell phones, Personal Computers,
Internet chat rooms ... we had friends. We went outside and
found them. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and
knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and
talked to them. Imagine such a thing. Without having it all
arranged by a parent! By ourselves! Out there in the cold
cruel world! Without a guardian to run interference.
How did we do it?

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms
and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out
very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team.
Those who didn't, had to learn to deal with disappointment....
Some students weren't as smart as others so they failed a
grade and were held back to repeat the same grade....
Horrors. Tests were not adjusted for any reason except
extreme $$ from the parents of the wealthy.
Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected.
No one to hide behind. The idea of a parent bailing
us out if we broke a law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law, imagine that!

This generation -- the majority of whose mothers probably
smoked cigarettes and drank alcohol while pregnant with us
-- has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years has been an
explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom,
failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to
deal with it all.

And you're one of them.
Congratulations!

(Please pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids
in an era when parents still allowed children to act like children and
hadn't turned over their parental responsibilities to public institutions,
like schools, the legal system, and government.)

 

 

 

   
     

 

 

 

This page was last updated on February 06, 2007

 

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