My
Mom 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 Mom 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.
The term "cell phone" would have conjured up a phone in a jail
cell, and a pager was the school PA system.
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. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and
everything.
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.
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, Mom 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 $49
bottle of antibiotics, and then my
wife 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 neighbor's house either because if we did, we
got our butt spanked there and then we got our
butt spanked again when we got home.
I recall Jimmy
Bevis from
my neighborhood coming over and doing his
tricks on our
front porch , just before he fell off. Little
did his Mom know
that she could have owned our house. Instead,
she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a
neighborhood 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 .