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WHAT IS DIFFERENT NOW
Posted On 01/22/2015 08:50:17 by Notgrnyyet

  


Mama cut up chicken on the counter of the little old fashioned cabinet. She washed it down good with her dishrag dried it off and proceeded to roll out pie crust or biscuits, no bleach, but we didn't seem to be sick.
We all took Gym class and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top tennis shoes instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors that cost as much as a small car. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.

We got the paddle for doing something wrong at school then again at home, they used to call it discipline, yet we all grew up to accept the rules and to honor & respect those older than us.
We had two classes in one room and we all learned to read and write, do maths and spell almost all the words needed to write a grammatically correct letter......., FUNNY THAT!!
We all said prayers in school, our teacher read a passage out of the Bible, and we sang the national anthem.   
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. We weren't!!
Oh yeah ... and where were the sterilization kit and antibiotics when I stepped on a nail. Daddy pulled it out of my foot, Mama washed my foot, dried it, and poured that dreaded old merthiolate in it. Not even a bandaid. Good grief how did I ever survive. I just don't seem to understand why that worked then but doesn't work now???
We played on piles of gravel  and when we got hurt, mama pulled out the bottle of merthiolate and then we got our backside spanked for being where we were told not to be.   Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10 day dose of antibiotics.
Know what?, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. So how could we have known that?
We never needed to get into group therapy and/or anger management classes.  We carried those little tin boxes of Anacin or Bayer to school in case of headache or some such thing and weren't searched for drugs.   The boys played "Cowboys and Indians" without being expelled from school for pretending they had guns and bows and arrows.

What's different now?   I don't have a clue, but I'm sure nuff glad I grew up when I did.

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01/22/2015 13:20:10

Yes, you would wonder that we all survived. We weren't pampered, and excuses for our bad behaviour were not forthcoming. We just got a good hiding as it was called at the time, and the parents didn't get charged for administering it. Funny thing is, we're still here!





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