beemerdons
Certifiable Old Fart
The BLACK & WHITE TV
... I think
you'll enjoy this. Whoever wrote it could have been my
next door neighbor because it totally described my
childhood to a 'T.' Hope you enjoy
it.
Black and
White
(Under age 40?
You won't understand.)
You could
hardly see for all the snow,
Spread the
rabbit ears as far as they go.
'Good Night,
David.
Good Night,
Chet.'
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 ocean 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 cap
and a white, starched dress and white nylons and
shoes.
We thought
that we were supposed to accomplish something
before we were allowed to be proud of
ourselves.
I just can't
recall how bored we were back then 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 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. Yep, we must have lived in 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!
Pass this to
someone and remember that life's most simple pleasures
are very often the
best.
... I think
you'll enjoy this. Whoever wrote it could have been my
next door neighbor because it totally described my
childhood to a 'T.' Hope you enjoy
it.
Black and
White
(Under age 40?
You won't understand.)
You could
hardly see for all the snow,
Spread the
rabbit ears as far as they go.
'Good Night,
David.
Good Night,
Chet.'
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 ocean 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 cap
and a white, starched dress and white nylons and
shoes.
We thought
that we were supposed to accomplish something
before we were allowed to be proud of
ourselves.
I just can't
recall how bored we were back then 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 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. Yep, we must have lived in 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!
Pass this to
someone and remember that life's most simple pleasures
are very often the
best.