Simpler Times

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I can't help but miss the simpler times; Living in a country enviroment.
Where everyday life was hard physically but light emotionally. I mean we worked hard but didn't anyone have credit cards,or new houses, or boats.
Just had old house like mine. Built in 1830,just tongue and groove lumber and a tin roof. I remember when they tore it down when Daddy died the walls were filled with newspapers. Where when you got through reading you just added to the insulation.

I remember it was cool to have vitalis in your hair. And to wear a white t-shirt :). But, now it seems like I'm in an alien world. Where baggy pants are cool and purple hair is the thing.

What is happening? Have we become so caught up in the rat race that we have foresaken our on children? Not nurturing them as we should and keeping them upon the right path.

I mean I am against beating a child. But a switch doesnt hurt sometimes when needed. Daddy always gave me his pocket knife and asked me to cut him a switch. And if I cut a small one he whipped me harder. For some odd reason I never could bring myself to cut a big one :)

And the thing I remember the most is he would take the switch and pull his hand up from the stem to remove the leaves; and say now aint that a pretty flower. :) And then whip my butt. :)

Guess I am just rambling but I do miss those days. Not the soy bean fields or the john deere 4430's but the good life fishing with a cane pole,digging your on red worms and playing in the woods. No x-box just imagination, Just imagine imagination ....
 
Life seemed better then. Never heard of a stabbing or shooting in a school. No gangs and I didn't really know what marijauna was until I was in the Navy. People seemed more honest. We didn't have a key to lock the house. Neighbors helped. Families stuck together more. The government giveaway programs were designed to give work and pay for it -- not much but better than nothing.

I've watched this country go downhill for 50 years and it's a damned sad thing to watch. And, I know it's going to get worse. I'm glad I'm old and won't live to see much more of it but my heart aches for my grandkids.
 
and your Grandkids may well be thinking, "these are the best days of our lives!"



munk
 
...even though we may be facing a thousand years of terrorism by all kinds of groups and issues.
That scares me for my children.




munk
 
Spare the rod, spoil the child. That was what my dad always said. I recon I turned out all right. I am a law abiding, courteous, and productive member of society. I remember well the "go cut a switch". But Dad made me use my own knife.
I've never worn a white t-shirt as outerwear. It was, and still is, always worn under a western shirt. Blue jeans were and are my choice of pants. But it seems to me that they lasted longer back then.
Was 12 when we got our first TV. 3 channels, all in black and white. And to change the channel, we had to get up and turn a knob. Dad's remote was us kids. "Change the dang channel", he'd say, and one of us best jump and do it.

Dad taught me more than I ever learned in school. He taught me how to hunt, how to fish, and even better, how to treat others with respect.

When I was growing up, 8-18 years old, in the summer, I'd often make a sack lunch, and be gone all day. Exploring the woods around the house. Mom and Dad seemed to never worry about me. I was always home for dinnertime. And always had a great time. Junk cars would lead to an extrordinary adventure. My imagination would allow me to drive it where ever my mind wanted. Never mind that it didn't even have an engine or that I wasn't old enough, or tall enough to reach the pedals. Caves in the sandstone cliffs became base camps. And if I got the blessing from both Mom and Dad, became camping sites for a day or more.

Simpler times, simpler rules. Ah to be 12 again, and be living back then. No worries, other than what kind of fishing bait to find, or what food to take on a 3 day camp out. Or whether or not Mom and/or Dad would get mad if I forgot to do some chores.

Thank you BF, for a trip back in time, for memories that I'd thought I'd forgotten.
 
I grew up in the city in the 70's and 80's, so life for me has not changed that much.
Maybe 33 isnt old enough to see it that much, i guess...
 
I'm your age Danny.

Remember when cassettes were cool?

You had an Atari or nothing.

Remember kids wearing belts to hold their pants up?

The flipside

Girls are much cuter, then they were when I was 16.
 
Man,
my dad was a computer engineer when they were still using vacuum tubes.
We had :

Commodore PET 2000
Pong
Atari
Commodore 64

I still use cassettes, wait a second, am I now a "dinosaur"?


(As to the girls, I was horny then and I am horny now. My libido has never given me any peace since I was 13)
 
New thread to start soon:

"What Kuhkri for Dinosaur Ninja Protection."

My father was a chemist, he err made chemicals :) He hated computers, had to learn to operate one at work, I remember him talking about it. Apparently it was so old, you had to manually tell it how to load the data, start with 0=0 or some such basics. He died in '82, didn't live to see the computers we have today. I heard they replaced that old set up with a desktop PC to replace the entire room of computers they had back in the day.

Don't play with Rubberbands. They are dangerous.

My first car only had am radio, scary :)
 
yeah man!
My first car was a 69 Ford Fairlane.
Huge AM radio.

That car was fast and tough. You could lay on the hood without it caving in.
They dont make them like that anymore....
 
If it makes you feel better I'm wearing a white "wifebeater" t-shirt and I use Brylcreem. :)
I still have a tape deck in the car.
I guess I'm old :)
 
Have a care, guys. I drive an '86 F150 pickup that only has an AM radio. I get some really good talk radio stations.
 
Well, I hope you'll all forgive me for butting in here. i've been lurking and learning for quite a while now. You all don't know me but i really feel like i know some of you. And here's a topic I feel i kow a little bit about.

Just ordered my first HI from Uncle Bill today, an 18" Ang Khola and I feel like i did when i was a little kid waiting for Christmas.

I hope I'm one of the few here who remember Pearl Harbor (Really, I was very, very young)

Those were very different, and in my opinion much better times. I too don't envy my Grandchildren, for the lives they have ahead of them.

Even with rationing, black-out drills, polio and the War turning Blue stars Gold, those were different and better times.

I lived in a small city during the winter and Grandpa's farm in the summer.
No electricity, outhouse, horse drawn farm equipment, water from the well 20 yards from the house, kerosene lamps and lanterns.

On the Farm even a 4 year old had chores, and they weren't make work.
Want eggs, then better feed them chickens, want potatos for Sunday Dinner, then grab a fork and help dig.

Kind of like my time in the Marine corps, didn't always enjoy it, but I'm a better person for it.

Always regretted my children and their kids could not know that life. I think they would have benefited also.

Sincere Best Wishes to all on this Forum,

Gary
 
Gary, my three small sons know khuks and guns. ( I could branch off now into a song) They understand chopped wood equals heat in Winter.

Welcome. My Dad served in the Navy in WWll but it ended before he saw action.



munk
 
I have been here for going on seven decades and, I also, have cherished memories of times past. I am very much aware of the world around me and the possible consequences of actions by those with not the best of intentions.

But, all things considered, my life now is the best that it has ever been, and I wouldn't trade it for any other time or circumstance. The only thing I regret is that it took me this long to get here and I may not have too much longer to enjoy it.
 
I was 8 years old Dec. 7, 1941. Remember it well. First car was a 1930 Model A Ford. Paid $50 for it.
 
Bill Martino said:
Life seemed better then. Never heard of a stabbing or shooting in a school. No gangs and I didn't really know what marijauna was until I was in the Navy. People seemed more honest. We didn't have a key to lock the house. Neighbors helped. Families stuck together more.
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Bill - this describes how I feel about my younger years. I've said the exact same thing to other people.

Even my own neighborhood has changed. What once was "out in the country" is now suburbs.

No-one cared if you brought a pocketknife to school. "Gangs" were silly pretend groups where the kids were tough because they wore their hats backwards...:rolleyes:....the worst thing that ever happened was kid's getting drunk and crashing their cars.

I partially solved my own "sign of the times" story by moving to a less urban place. Perhaps as I get older, I'll become more and more rural just to keep things simple.

Thanks for the thread, BuraFan.
 
I remember the days of going to school with a pocket knife. We would whittle sticks on the playground or play chicken; you know where you stand apart and aim at the others foot but just try to get close to it. No one cared and no one got hurt.

I also remember our old t.v. only got 2 channels and even then it was black and white. one of us had to turn the attenna on the side of the house just to get a picture ;)

The only heat we had was a gas heater that sat on the floor in the kitchen. I remember getting up in the morning and being able to see our breath in the bedroom it was so cold.

We usually ate meat only when my brothers and I got lucky hunting;But we ate everything we shot. I used to like to squirrel hunt them big old fox squirrels. I remember sitting in the yard cleaning them. We'd pick the skin up on the back and make a cut big enough to get our fingers in then pull it over and off the feet. Then cut them off guttem washem with the hose then givem to dadd.

He'd putem in the pressure cooker to getem tender then make some brown gravy and tater and a pan of cracklin bread. Man those were the days........
 
I like to reminisce as much as the next guy, but being a historian I don't think the good old days were all that good, depending on how far you go back, I guess.

If they were that good, they'd still be here.

Personally, I'll take the antibiotics of the 20th and 21st c. over all of the romanticising and simplicity. :D:D:D

Keith
 
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