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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 ice pack 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 Mom 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 Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, 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 neighbourhood 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!
 
Yep....it's a wonder that those of us that survived those days have also survived these days......it was good then.
 
Just don't understand why we are alive today. Don't forget playing Red Rover Red Rover come on over or Crack the whip :vic
 
Wow, I didn't know that anyone else ate the hamburger raw like my mom and I always did! And I still do--e. coli be damned, I like it that way (OK, but I do not let my kid do it...nor will I let her eat raw cake or cookie batter with raw eggs beaten in, but I certainly do--Salmonella, watch out!). And I used to get this crap called Methiolade or something put on cuts, and MAN did it burn. And how about getting left in the car when you were little to wait for your parents in the store, or my dad would go into work and let me sit in the Mustang and listen to the radio...I must've been 6 or 7. And drinking out of mud puddles in the alley because it was easier than going inside the house (as long as the mud was settled on the bottom and there were no worms in the water, it was fine)... Those were the days!
 
Anyone else call adults by Mr. or Mrs. with the last name? For us it was a sign of respect for our elders.

fd
 
A buddy of mine's father used to take him and his brother out a couple of miles into the country and drop them off with their 22's and a couple of tobacco sacks of bullets and they would walk back into town just shooting and having a good time. No body gave them a hard time even when they walked in town with the rifles.

Try that now :eek:mg.
 
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