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Title: Gotta Be Over 40 to Understand
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Published: Jun 9, 2006
Author: unkonwn
Post Date: 2006-06-09 13:05:30 by Jethro Tull
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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 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 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 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 hightop 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. 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. Oh yeah..and where was the Benadryl and 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 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. 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?
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#133. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
What a neat picture! A visual treasure!
#174. To: rowdee (#136)
We have a large mass. You can really lose yourself in them at times. You wish there was some sort of quantum tunneling device so that, if not to change, you could merely go back and be a bystander through it again. I was going through some of the "time portal" stuff when I was about 19 down at their place. I found a reel to reel tape player and some reels. I plugged it in and started it, and out comes my mothers voice. She's talking to my Dad, who's at that time flying helicopters in Vietnam in 1968. She's filling him in on the "wife stuff" (all the guys wives lived in the same area on base and were really tight, kinda like you see in the astronaughts wives in Apollo 13 for reference). She comments that I'm out in the driveway playing "stones and gravels" with the dog, our dachshund named Littlebit. My Dad gave the dog to my Mom as a Christmas present about 6 months before I was born. Me and that dog were thick as thieves and at the time I was listening to this, it was in the twilight of it's life. It wasn't but a few weeks later that she was put to sleep, near 20 years old. Serendipity? 20 years later, I still think about that dog. We have this trippy, nay, I should say kinda haunting, picture on the wall in our downstairs bathroom of a rural road, bordered by huge trees, shrouded by light fog and backlit. I always get this feeling that when my time comes to walk that path to the "light" and the Lord's reckoning, that it's going to be on that path, and the dog is going to be bolting and barking wildly down the road in it's dachshundy way to greet me. "Hey, where the heck have you been?!?! I've got a slobbery tennis ball with your name on it!" :-) It is kind of unusual to be my age and still have all of my known relatives living. The ones I knew that have died (4 great grandparents and a great great grandparent) were so ridiculously old it just seemed to me that, to them, it was right that they were headed off, hopefully, to be with something more familiar. The grandparents are such an insane wealth of information and arcanity. We talk about the bottles, and penny candy, but my grandparents talk about outhouses, and getting water from a spring, and using horses as the primary means of transport (Mom's side), and maybe having sulfa drugs. Hell, Mom's Mother lost 3 or 4 family members to the 1918 flu! And the most incredible, is a photo I have got to get digitized. I'll have to post it. It's the one with me, Mother, Grandfather, Great Grandfather, and Great Great Grandfather with the latter holding me. That Great great was born in 1862. I would give some years of life to have known what he thought of the state of the nation and the road we've come down. Hell, he went from a time when the country was in pitched battle with muskets and horse drawn breechless cannon over the course we'd take, to just barely missing his same homeland place some of it's citizens on the damn MOON! Hell, to close, I can only say that, the next time you see an old timer, ask them what it was like...
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