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Timely Manor

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The Contessa's dream:

...And someday, I shall have a grand mansion where we all can meet, and I will call it "Timely Manor."

Timely: occurring at a suitable or opportune time; well-timed

Manor: the main house on an estate; a mansion

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Why we shouldn't have survived...

I copied this from an old email I came across in my archives. For some reason, it particularly resonated with me this evening, so I decided to share it with you. Enjoy...

According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 30's, 40's, 50's, 60's, 70's or even the early 80's, probably shouldn't have survived.

Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.

We had no childproof lids or locks 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.

We would play or sleep in the back of a station wagon or a van with no restraint at all.

Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.

We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.

We would spend hours building 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 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.

No cell phones. Unthinkable!

We did not have PlayStations, Nintendo 64 or X-Boxes. No 299 cable channels, DVDs or surround sound. No personal cell phones, personal computers or Internet chat rooms.

We had friends! We went outside and found them.

We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt.

We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents?

We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, most of use did not put out any eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Most of us didn't even bother with sports organized and monitored by adults, we did it ourselves.

Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade.

Tests were not adjusted for any reason.

Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected.

The idea of parents bailing us out if we got in trouble in school or broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the school or the law. Imagine that!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors, ever.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility --- and we learned how to deal with it.

My, how times have changed.

3 Comments:

At 8/28/2005 10:41 PM, Blogger The Contessa said...

I guess I'm feeling reminiscent for my childhood, when Summertime meant funtime--long, warm days, running around outside, barefoot, playing with friends until it got dark.

Now Summertime means super-intensive work time. And, of course, this year, on top of the usual busy-ness, I had that oh-so-fun move. I feel cheated. My landlady owes me a month. No, not a month's rent--an actual month of time--the month of my life that was consumed by that awful move. D'ya think I can sue her for that?...

 
At 8/29/2005 3:54 PM, Blogger Carmen said...

Lets Go Be an Ex-Pat Somewhere

I saw this e-mail for the first time in an LA faculty room. The mostly middle-aged staff thought it was terrific (they had their kids mostly before the 90's). The irony is that community totally embodies all the modern sacred cows and safety-OCDness.

But here are places in the world where you can still live like this. And sometimes they don't make it, or they do, but they are missing toes. Ever wonder why people are leaving the US?

I hope I have the chutzpah to let my kids play in the creek all day without supervision. I bet there is a law against that.

 
At 8/30/2005 11:17 PM, Blogger The Contessa said...

The band, Siler's Bald, has a song entitled "Playing in the Creek." Remind me to share it with you next time you're here. Oh yeah, and we never did get around to listening to my new Johhny D. CD. Next time... ;]

 

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