ST. LOUIS, December 14, 2015 – There was a time when things were more simple, when they were truly “the good old days.” Like many other Seniors, these aren’t things I read about; they are things I lived.
Let’s start with allowance. The first allowance that I remember being given as a youngster (who was old enough to appreciate money) came from my uncle. He had a large farm and would give to each of the children a farm animal to raise and, at the appropriate time, the child would sell it and could keep the money.
This was a great lesson in money management, for we learned what it takes to make a nickel.
It’s amazing today we have so many seminars on “Money Management” when we learned those lessons just from living. We had the traditional allowance, which was a quarter, and didn’t need any seminars on how to spend it.
Growing up, I don’t remember knowing anyone who had a purebred dog. The dogs I was aware of were the ones who brought the cows in from the field, would help keep rats off the property, or would help when we went hunting. They all had a function to perform.
Remember reaching into muddy water to get a penny? Now I know everything is relative, as a newspaper only cost three cents, but the point is we went for it even if it was dirty.
I remember playing baseball without adult supervision. We did okay. We set the rules and time limits, chose sides and played the game without any interference from an adult. If we were not chosen as team members, we knew how to accept disappointment and we hung around anyway, watching the game, hoping that next time somebody would not show up and we would be picked to play on a team.
To me, that was the way to handle disappointment and develop character.
Remember filling stations that actually gave service? You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped without asking, all for free, every time. And, you got trading stamps to boot.
Today when I go to a full service station, I have to ask them to do anything, and I feel guilty as I may be imposing on them. But I do it anyway. You know us seniors.
When I grew up it was a safer time. No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the ignition of the car, and the doors were never locked. And you got in big trouble if you accidentally locked the doors at home, since no one ever had a key.
I remember how a nation rose to the occasion when world war two started on December the seventh “A Day that will live in Infamy”.
Also after the war when veterans got the G.I Bill affording people who previously did not have a chance to go to college but now they had the opportunity to do so.
There was safety on the streets, too. I remember in those days you could send a child to the store to buy a loaf of bread for fifteen cents and he would run home safely.
Going to a movie for thirty-five cents but most importantly not afraid of someone coming into the movie house and killing people.
How many children today walk to the store to get that loaf of bread? I don’t know, but from observation, I don’t think there are many. In fact, I feel that a lot of young people do not know how to grocery shop.
Just think about the culture we have today. Crime is ever present, leadership that some are liars, greed, lack of morality, divorces, education for our children, violation of our constitution by some in our government, disrespect for our flag, traditions, immigration laws and so much more.
Even with all our progress in technology, medicine, and science, don’t you just wish, for once, you could slip back in time and savor when America was respected but feared and truly was the symbol of freedom.
In those days you truly could plan for the future without reservation but today it is iffy due to so many uncertainties.
I feel that I am blessed to have grown up and lived in those times but truly sad for our unsettled future for the people of the world.
However, that’s from a time and place I am from-