My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cuting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't get food poisoning. My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat a bite 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 anybody 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. ( PHY. ED. )...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 refelectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must of 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 Athem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must of had horribly damaged psyches.
What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything, and she could even give you an aspirin for a headache or fever.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 the sterilization Kit when I got that Bee sting? I could of been killed!
We played 'king of the Hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48 - cent bottle of Mercurochrome ( Kids liked it better because it did not sting like iodine did. ) and then we got our butts 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 butts spanked there and then we got butted spanked again when we got home. I remember 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 of owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof.
It was a neighborhood run amok. 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 for those who didn't---sorry for what you missed. I wouldn't trade it for anything. Life's most simple pleasures are very often the best!
From Karen Wise.
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