Predicts fellow 'Old Geezers' will understand'
To the Editor:
I have been asked how we managed to survive back in the day.
I said I wished I had these days back again. I wish society today could experience what a great time in history we were honored to be part of.
My mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread butter on bread on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't get food poisoning.
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 lake or at the beach instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring)... no beach closures then.
We all took physical education and risked permanent injury with pairs of PF Flyers instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built-in light reflectors that cost as much as a small car.
I can't recall any injuries, but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.
We got the paddle for doing something wrong at school. They used to call it discipline yet we all grew up to accept the rules and to honor and respect those older than us.
We sometimes had as many as 40 kids in our class and we all learned to read and write, do math and spell almost all the words needed to write a grammatically correct letter.
Staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention we wish we hadn't received.
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 Netflix.
Oh yeah, and where were the antibiotics and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? Could I have been killed?
We played "King of the Hill" on piles of gravel left on vacant building sites and, when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the bottle of iodine and then we got our backside spanked.
Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of antibiotics and then mom calls the lawyer to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told they were from a dysfunctional family.
How could we possibly have known that? We never needed to get into group therapy and/or anger management classes.
We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, we didn't even notice the entire country wasn't taking Prozac.
How did we ever survive?