We've all seen these before,but someone sent me this today,.and I thought I'd post it up.............just for Nostalgia Sake
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 ecoli.
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 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 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 hat and everything.
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!
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. It was 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?
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 ecoli.
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 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 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 hat and everything.
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!
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. It was 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
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Les
Our past made us the good people we are
today.
I would'nt want it any other way
Les, One thing I don't understand today is the need for grief counselors. In Woodland school when one of our classmates died Mr.Dryburgh went from class to class telling us that so and so got hit by a car or played on the ice and if you're not careful you'll be the same. Our classmates would miss a day because their Father was killed in the war but they were back the next day and life moved on. When we lost family members we survived without a lot of consolation. Today we see grown men blubbering on TV because their neighbour died. When I started to cry at my grandmothers funeral I was told to straighten up and be a man. I was seven. Ed
Different times ,different measures,. I guess,.....but People need to grieve in their own way,..and I am slowly changing my train of thought on those things,...but haven't figured it all out yet,..
Ed. That is to bad that when your grandmother passed away, someone told you to straighten up and be a man when you started to cry. To have lived a life and not have someone to be able to shed a tear for that person, is a crying shame. I guess I am not a man because I have shed many a tear for those less fortunate than myself, or when an animal gets hurt, or someone doesn't feel good about themselves. I have even shed a few tears over this site, in joy, and in sorrow. Maybe I just am unable to control some of my emotions. Winston Allison
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Wow checkout this old post by VerdunReader (Art) From: VReader9 (Original Message) Sent: 4/26/2005 11:09 AM Came across this gem of information. The photo and clipping is from 1957. I borrowed $90 from my brother-in-law to make the down payment on a house in Chateauguay. The deal was, you paid $50 per month for 3 years, after which time you would move into a new house. Where we were renting in Ville Emard, our landlord advised us he wanted our flat for his daughter who was getting married in 1959. Fortunately we were able to accelerate our new home purchase a year ahead and it was still $10, 950!!! Lived there until 1977, moved to Mississauga as part of the "exodus"......... The house sold for $27, 000. The Mississauga house was $54,000!! Looking back we always wonder how we ever did it! Art o................You could buy a couple of blocks for what it cost for an average house nowadays...............................................YIKES
Another old post by Art VerdunReader From: VReader9 (Original Message) Sent: 4/21/2005 6:08 PM Here's a picture of Miss Martin's Grade 7 class of 1948-49 at LaSalle Road/Verdun Model School. Parents talk today of numbers of students per class!!! This class had 39 boys! AND, Miss Martin was extremely capable of handling all of them. She was one teacher everyone respected, and in retrospect, loved! Anyone who went there should have a good time trying to remember all the names. I haven't been able to tag them all, but I will supply what I can remember in a later posting. Incidentally, I'm the little guy front row far right. Art
Winnie, You're a better man than I Gunga Din. Ed
The Variation I always heard was "Your a bettr man than I am , Dunk it in" hahahahaha
Ed. I really doubt that I am a better man than you. I just feel bad that someone would tell you, especially at age 7, not to cry, and to be a man. Sorry. Winston Allison
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I see from your posts that you are a caring person Winnie. The times your words have bolstered other members in times of trouble. How quick you are to wish others well at on Birthdays and illnesses. I have never seen a criticizing word from you. My words were serious. Personally, I always seem to be off on some crusade or other., not trying to save the world but involved in many needs of lives that I have become involved with and I miss a lot of the smaller, probably more important things. My wife was an angel and kept track of all Birthdays in the family. Sometimes I'd come in from a three say run planning to take her out for supper and she'd say, "We are going out for supper, it's your Father's birthday. This is a sweater you bought him. Sign the card and let's go pick them (Mother and Father) up." Ed
A couple of years ago we had to have our furbaby put down, and my other half just about cried his heart out, but, sadly he apologized to me for crying like a bawl-baby and said "I know she was only a dog and not a human being, but I feel devastated." How did I feel about seeing a man cry? Well, I feel that I would have been devastated if he did not cry, and that she meant enough to him that her death touched him. I was also pleased that he shared his feelings with me as I was devastated too.
Thanks for sharing Linda. Winston
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Ed I appreciate your comments. I can tell you have a good heart. When it comes down to it, that is what really matters. Just having empathy with people, and feeling some of the hurts they have. Maybe that is why I was involved with the Salvation Army for most of my life. My mother is the one that gots us all involved. My nephew in Calgary is associated with them, and has been for many many years. On the other side, it is wonderful sharing their joys also. You hang in there Ed. I enjoy your comments, and appreciate your participation. Thanks again. Winston Allison
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