Makin it home by dark in the winter at 4:30 was a bitch. Many a ‘late for’ beating in my yute. Draggin home goalie equipment after five hours of pond hockey, exhausted, hopeless knowing there was no way to beat the dark on a saturday. No dinner, a spanking, and possible sunday grounding loomed. The good ol’ days.
Fleabaggs
December 23, 2018 11:38 am
We caught snakes and frogs bare handed in the swamps in back of the farm.
We sledded down public roads and didn’t dress like Hockey Goalies to ride our bikes.
We would have gotten beaten up at school a dozen times for wearing a batting helmet.
Oh.. and lead paint chips were poor kids Nachos.
Undeniable
December 23, 2018 11:53 am
Some things were definitely better back then. Because even enriched white flour made my body strong in 8 ways:
I remember all of that and more .Had my first shotgun at age 12 . Hunting and fishing with friends my age . We had alot of fun but we also learned things about becoming men that kids these days never will. I never see kids riding bikes , or even playing outside. I guess they are inside somewhere ” playing ” on their computers.
MTD
December 23, 2018 12:40 pm
I’m so glad I was born in the 70s and didn’t grow up with a cell phone or iPad strapped to my face or sitting in a basement all day playing violent video games like so many kids today. I can identify with so many of those photos. I spent so much time outside as a kid riding bikes and skateboards, playing basketball, baseball, dodgeball, etc, with my neighborhood friends. And oh yeah, childhood memory #261 is right on! Those pedals were brutal back then!
Anonymous
December 23, 2018 1:12 pm
6 kids hiding in the trunk (trunk, WTF is that?) sneaking into the drive in with a huge (paper) grocery sack of popcorn. Bicycle paper route, football or smear the queer on the courthouse grass, snowball fights, raiding every garden for 18 blocks, climbing on top of the school or any tree, Sears Christmas catalog, getting into a fight and not risking a criminal record (or de-platformed) because records were for music, one remote for the TV…your little brother, collecting pop bottles for spending money, radio contests with ye old rotary dial phone and a party line. I remember about 45 yrs ago, a house foundation being dug on an empty lot. It rained and filled that thing up. There was a large cottonwood tree close by and we put up a rope swing. To add to that we got a piece of wood and tried to ski across but figured to have chance to get across someone had to pull you with another rope. Yea, I fell in a time or two. We had a certain punishment for being later. You come in after dark in the winter then you had to sit with mom and dad while they watched Lawrence Welk. That will learn ya. I love LW now tho.
Pequiste
December 23, 2018 1:54 pm
I had a bicycle with a banana seat!
With it, delivered newspapers on a local route.
Only a few fat kids were around. No one had autism.
Did secret parachute landings from the garage roof onto the yard’s soft green lawn which only helped my adult military career.
Got the message -loud and clear- about sassing any teacher, neighbour, or elder from Dad’s belt.
And today, all too frequently, I see misbehaving children that need a spanking and spoiled young adults who could sure use a good instructive and therapeutic beating.
Boat Guy
December 23, 2018 2:14 pm
Yes and I’m for all of those things and more !
Mom was a nurse , displinerian , moral guide , judge jury and executioner . Then their was the threat from the god of thunder : “Wait till your father gets home !”
Dad with the iron grip thousand yard stare and the comment : “What’s wrong with you boy!” That’s when you knew you totally messed up and you only knew 2 responses “YES SIR or NO SIR” ! Dad was not interested in your flimsy half assed excuses because he knew you knew better and he was always right !
Grog
December 23, 2018 3:19 pm
When wondering what women looked like without clothes, involved
looking through National Geographic magazines.
Grog..
Ladies undies section of Sears catalog was our poor boys Playboy.
robert h siddell jr
December 23, 2018 3:34 pm
I grew up in the 50s when we worked on radios and cars and learned science hands on. We earned money and trades as helpers for adults, we had guns and hunted, had raised food in gardens and had livestock, and had freedom to go and explore everywhere and discuss anything. There was always a War and if you broke the law, you were immediately Drafted. If you got a girl pregnant, you were immediately married. The social radicals up North with their stupid music, dress, drugs, manners, politics, religions, tattoos, etc were not popular here. Democrats and RINOs, Public schools, NYC TV, Hollywood movies, Cultural Communism, Democrats, seem to have destroyed a lot of that; but there is a growing ground swell to reject the New Age NWO Open Borders Communist Globalism.
TC
December 23, 2018 4:51 pm
Everyone is pretty tough on the boomers, including this Blackpilled guy, but I now see them more of a product of the influences shoved down their throats 24×7. My boomer father said the Holocaust ™ pictures/narrative were everywhere and a constant part of his childhood.
Cootie Catcher
December 23, 2018 5:12 pm
Dirt bomb fights, and getting towed on your bicycle by getting behind and grabbing on a truck.
Anonymous
December 23, 2018 6:47 pm
Used
Anonymous
December 23, 2018 7:01 pm
Used to love July 5th mornings, age 10 or so. We’d go looking for where someone set off a whole sleeve or a brick of firecrackers. We’d find the unexploded ones with a 1/4 inch of wick left, and got creative & had fun.
One trick: take a empty soup can. Invert it, and poke a hole in the bottom. Wedge a single firecracker tight into the hole, all the way down, but not thru completely.
Take another, slightly larger vegetable can, & fill it 1/2 way with water. Lower the inverted soup can into it, light that firecracker a run like hell. When it went off, that poor boys rocket would shoot up about 40 feet in the air, after the loud THUMP!
Just from a single Black Cat firecracker.
Cherry bombs, silver salutes, and M-80’s we’re the big boys, all with green, plastic coated wicks.
Memories.
Witnessed a few accidents from fireworks. Lucky I never was a victim of those mistakes.
-suds
Cracker blew up in hand; no problem. Cut open cherry bombs, poured the powder in a line, made a nice pile, everybody gathered around the pile to watch the trail burn and ignite the pile…it was a really bad idea (hint: they contained extremely fast smokeless).
Tennis ball cannons using old (sturdy) beer cans, duck tape and lighter fluid.
Had to be careful with the lighter fluid though, sometimes it turned into a flaming tennis ball cannon.
Steven
December 23, 2018 7:17 pm
I still have a scar, on my butt cheek, from purposely jumping from a swing after getting it so high it was starting to invert. We were landing in the snow, on the edge of School property in Fairbanks, Alaska.
I got so far that I sailed out to where they had cut back the Diamond Willows, and landed on a stob.
Great times! (I flew the farthest)
Makin it home by dark in the winter at 4:30 was a bitch. Many a ‘late for’ beating in my yute. Draggin home goalie equipment after five hours of pond hockey, exhausted, hopeless knowing there was no way to beat the dark on a saturday. No dinner, a spanking, and possible sunday grounding loomed. The good ol’ days.
We caught snakes and frogs bare handed in the swamps in back of the farm.
We sledded down public roads and didn’t dress like Hockey Goalies to ride our bikes.
We would have gotten beaten up at school a dozen times for wearing a batting helmet.
Oh.. and lead paint chips were poor kids Nachos.
Some things were definitely better back then. Because even enriched white flour made my body strong in 8 ways:
I remember all of that and more .Had my first shotgun at age 12 . Hunting and fishing with friends my age . We had alot of fun but we also learned things about becoming men that kids these days never will. I never see kids riding bikes , or even playing outside. I guess they are inside somewhere ” playing ” on their computers.
I’m so glad I was born in the 70s and didn’t grow up with a cell phone or iPad strapped to my face or sitting in a basement all day playing violent video games like so many kids today. I can identify with so many of those photos. I spent so much time outside as a kid riding bikes and skateboards, playing basketball, baseball, dodgeball, etc, with my neighborhood friends. And oh yeah, childhood memory #261 is right on! Those pedals were brutal back then!
6 kids hiding in the trunk (trunk, WTF is that?) sneaking into the drive in with a huge (paper) grocery sack of popcorn. Bicycle paper route, football or smear the queer on the courthouse grass, snowball fights, raiding every garden for 18 blocks, climbing on top of the school or any tree, Sears Christmas catalog, getting into a fight and not risking a criminal record (or de-platformed) because records were for music, one remote for the TV…your little brother, collecting pop bottles for spending money, radio contests with ye old rotary dial phone and a party line. I remember about 45 yrs ago, a house foundation being dug on an empty lot. It rained and filled that thing up. There was a large cottonwood tree close by and we put up a rope swing. To add to that we got a piece of wood and tried to ski across but figured to have chance to get across someone had to pull you with another rope. Yea, I fell in a time or two. We had a certain punishment for being later. You come in after dark in the winter then you had to sit with mom and dad while they watched Lawrence Welk. That will learn ya. I love LW now tho.
I had a bicycle with a banana seat!
With it, delivered newspapers on a local route.
Only a few fat kids were around. No one had autism.
Did secret parachute landings from the garage roof onto the yard’s soft green lawn which only helped my adult military career.
Got the message -loud and clear- about sassing any teacher, neighbour, or elder from Dad’s belt.
And today, all too frequently, I see misbehaving children that need a spanking and spoiled young adults who could sure use a good instructive and therapeutic beating.
Yes and I’m for all of those things and more !
Mom was a nurse , displinerian , moral guide , judge jury and executioner . Then their was the threat from the god of thunder : “Wait till your father gets home !”
Dad with the iron grip thousand yard stare and the comment : “What’s wrong with you boy!” That’s when you knew you totally messed up and you only knew 2 responses “YES SIR or NO SIR” ! Dad was not interested in your flimsy half assed excuses because he knew you knew better and he was always right !
When wondering what women looked like without clothes, involved
looking through National Geographic magazines.
Grog..
Ladies undies section of Sears catalog was our poor boys Playboy.
I grew up in the 50s when we worked on radios and cars and learned science hands on. We earned money and trades as helpers for adults, we had guns and hunted, had raised food in gardens and had livestock, and had freedom to go and explore everywhere and discuss anything. There was always a War and if you broke the law, you were immediately Drafted. If you got a girl pregnant, you were immediately married. The social radicals up North with their stupid music, dress, drugs, manners, politics, religions, tattoos, etc were not popular here. Democrats and RINOs, Public schools, NYC TV, Hollywood movies, Cultural Communism, Democrats, seem to have destroyed a lot of that; but there is a growing ground swell to reject the New Age NWO Open Borders Communist Globalism.
Everyone is pretty tough on the boomers, including this Blackpilled guy, but I now see them more of a product of the influences shoved down their throats 24×7. My boomer father said the Holocaust ™ pictures/narrative were everywhere and a constant part of his childhood.
Dirt bomb fights, and getting towed on your bicycle by getting behind and grabbing on a truck.
Used
Used to love July 5th mornings, age 10 or so. We’d go looking for where someone set off a whole sleeve or a brick of firecrackers. We’d find the unexploded ones with a 1/4 inch of wick left, and got creative & had fun.
One trick: take a empty soup can. Invert it, and poke a hole in the bottom. Wedge a single firecracker tight into the hole, all the way down, but not thru completely.
Take another, slightly larger vegetable can, & fill it 1/2 way with water. Lower the inverted soup can into it, light that firecracker a run like hell. When it went off, that poor boys rocket would shoot up about 40 feet in the air, after the loud THUMP!
Just from a single Black Cat firecracker.
Cherry bombs, silver salutes, and M-80’s we’re the big boys, all with green, plastic coated wicks.
Memories.
Witnessed a few accidents from fireworks. Lucky I never was a victim of those mistakes.
-suds
Cracker blew up in hand; no problem. Cut open cherry bombs, poured the powder in a line, made a nice pile, everybody gathered around the pile to watch the trail burn and ignite the pile…it was a really bad idea (hint: they contained extremely fast smokeless).
Tennis ball cannons using old (sturdy) beer cans, duck tape and lighter fluid.
Had to be careful with the lighter fluid though, sometimes it turned into a flaming tennis ball cannon.
I still have a scar, on my butt cheek, from purposely jumping from a swing after getting it so high it was starting to invert. We were landing in the snow, on the edge of School property in Fairbanks, Alaska.
I got so far that I sailed out to where they had cut back the Diamond Willows, and landed on a stob.
Great times! (I flew the farthest)
Oh, the good ol’ days.