The "Fifties" In America by Mr.Martin

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The "Fifties" In America by Mr.Martin

A very fine write Mr. Martin, It made me smile & laugh as this piece took me back to another place and time, I too was a child of the fifites in America and your expose captured the essense of what it was like, remember the bomb shelters & how the teachers would tell us to hide under our wooded desk to protect us in case of attack? I suppose those of us who lived it have a thousand stories in our minds & perhaps a million or so in our hearts...thanks again for this little jewel , I enjoyed it immensely.

Monte, I am glad you enjoyed the piece. The 1950's did seem to be a more bucolic decade that we all look back on with fondness. I wonder if that is the prism of age speaking sometimes? I would love to write about the 1960's someday,but it was so bizarre a decade, that it would strain credulity. In any case, Thanks for taking time to comment. J.X.M
Monte, As I re-read your comments, you made me think of the notion of hiding under desks.I do remember. I wonder what that was all about? I think maybe it was a hangover from the childhood experiences of our adult teachers, during W.W.II when blast damage, from traditional bomb ordinance, shattered glass and caused injury. It is an interesting commentary on how we prepare for disasters, based upon experience perhaps no longer relevant.We fight wars that way too. Now you have me thinking.I might just have to whip something up, based on this concept.The possibilities are endless.Horse reigns to steer our car, milk cans to the super market and many others. Thanks for the thought. J.X.M
Hello JXM No doubt you could get considerable writing milage from the absurdities of the past, it might simply be a matter of how you want to approach the subject. I think perhaps a humourous slant might be the most entertaining, but as I've said before writing humour is not easily done & probably one of the hardest kind of writing to do well (in way that would have universal appeal). I found this out the hard way, that's why I was so floored by the Zgie piece I flagged and it later recieved a well deserved cherry. I recently recieved an email I would be happy to share with you if your interested. A humourous bit packed with truth about " The Good Ole Days".
Monte, Sure, send it on. I am not sure the "good old days" were really ever that"good," just gilded through the roseate and warming prism of memory. JXMartin@att.net
As promised JXMARTIN ... Thought you might appreciate some of the following observations...author unknown. TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !! First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because...... WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!! We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them! We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them! Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law! This generation has produced some of the best risk!-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL! And YOU are one of them! CONGRATULATIONS! You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good. and while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were. Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!
Yeah! I know what you mean! Those so called "Gentler Times" may not have been so gentle after all. Let me dig through my email and send it to you tomorrow.
This is great stuff. Really enjoyed this. thanx
Monte, That was fun to read. It does make you think too. I suppose three generations back they could have written one as well. Walking to shcool 8 miles each way, both up hill, in the dead of Winter, chopping wood and milking the cows before school. Then, working in the coal mine 8 hours after school. I wonder where this is all headed? And I wonder if people really were happier then, or just thought that they were? I think thats where we come in as writers. We set down our thoughts, as we experience our world, and let those who come after us read them, trying to figure out if we were on a cocaine high or just plain goofy. In any case, Thanks for the read. It was fun to drift back. J.X.M
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