Be Over 40 to Understand , if you are not,, then just laugh...
Mum used to
cut chicken, slice eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we
didn't get food poisoning.
My Mum used to
defrost mince-meat on the kitchen sink 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 icepack 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
The term cell
phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school
played sport, and also did PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of
Dunlop runners (only worn in the gym or the sports ground) 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
was not an option.... even for stupid kids! There were not many fat kids.
school, we all said prayers and sang the National Anthem and got free school
milk for strong bones and teeth, 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, 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 sterilization kit
when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
'king of the castle' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and
when we got hurt, Mum 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
hair ruffled and got told to get back out there! Now it's a trip to the
emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and
then Mum calls the Solicitor to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly
vicious pile of gravel where it was
such a threat.
misbehave at the mate's house either, because if we did, we got our bum smacked
there, and then we got bum belted again when we got home.
I recall Donny
Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front veranda,
just before he fell off. Little did his Mum know that she could have owned our
house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a yobbo.
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
Pass this to someone (over age 40, of course), and brighten their day by helping them to remember
that life's most simple pleasures are very often the best!