Growing up on the rural Chesapeake Bay. Hand dipping crabs, fishing, water skiing and playing on miles of private beaches. Baseball, bikes and friends. Life was/is great.

Better now?
 

So things are better now that we can’t even define what a woman is? I’d go back to the innocence of the 50s in a heartbeat.

We were talking about the things we did as kids and how often we played sports in neighborhood games. Baseball games, with only 4 players on a each team & one of those players, was someone's 7 year old little brother and we made him the full-time catcher.

I almost doubled over in laughter when I heard those words. I hadn't heard them, in 40 years. I thought it would be a spectacular name for a book and even put some effort into seeing what I could do to trademark the name. It was just one of those phrases, that evokes such wonderful memories ... & could only have been made up by a 10 year old boy.

Waking up every morning without any aches and pains.

Sitting on the front porch with my grandmother and one by one neighbors would stop by and soon a bunch of us would be sitting and chatting, going for a walk every Thanksgiving with my grandmother and neighbors after a big meal, playing kick socker, hide & seek, waking up on weekends to the smell of bacon and coffee, Sunday meals with family and any friend(s) that came by, block party's (which included clam bakes).

Picking out selected branches and then carving out a bow and then making life miserable for rabbits and large birds. Shooting an arrow straight up in the air and not flinching when it came down VERY CLOSE. Shooting at squirrels in a park and getting caught EVEN after running away. Listening to the song, "Rock Around the Clock" and realizing that both music and life was CHANGING fast compared to pre-ROCK. Running nearly naked through the neighbors back yards late at night. AS a gang-like group grabbing a guys bumper as he tried to get his car up a snow covered slippery HILL - and then absorbing colorful language as we ran away. There was a LOT of running away - like after stealing tomatoes. Playing baseball with a tennis ball - I guess we did that because we would NOT need gloves? Sitting on a park bench behind the swimming pool and hoping to talk to some young ladies. Water skiing behind my father's boat. Getting cut from the High School Baseball team. Having water balloon fights. Acting stupid and immature all through grade school. Sneaking under a fence into a High School football game and having to fight some clown at the top of the hill. Not quit understanding what the music teacher was trying to get across about the "me's and the do's thing. Still don't know!
......Those were the days my friend - we would fight and never lose!!!!!!!

Good story. Stolen things always tasted better.

Fun times, right? :ohdear:

Foster Brooks was my favorite...

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Three Hail Marys and Three Our Fathers my son!

I love it when people take things out of context. I had a wonderful childhood and responded that way.

I then read a post that said: no cell phones, no violence, no nudity, no foul language, no screwing on television.

I thought this was odd. It is not the late sixties and seventies that I remember. Hippies alone broke all the "no-nos" mentioned by the poster. I remember it as a time when people were pushing the limits not sitting pristine.

Flying with Dad in his 1938 Aeronca Chief.

There’s been nudity in some form for generations. And ‘screwing’. I only wish there were cell phones to capture it all for historical perspective of course. Insert Creedence Clearwater Revival track here

You got off easy. Jesus was in the class ahead of mine. He used to beat me up and take my lunch money. My friend and savior? To this day I am afraid to walk past a church. Afraid that Jesus will grab me, beat me up and steal my wallet. 🥺🥹😱

That reminded me of a good one. We would catch red ants in one jar and an equal (approximately) number of black ants in another jar.Then we would put them together and a small WAR would start. The black ants were bigger, but the red ants always won.