DIFFERENT TIMES...

[NY Bearhunter]

Black and White
(Under age 40? You won't understand.)


You could hardly see for all the snow,

Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.

Pull a chair up to the TV set,



'Good Night, David.
Good Night, Chet.'



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 e. Coli.

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 said prayers and 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 our 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!

remember that life's most simple pleasures are very
often the best.
"Good night and God bless ..."

[seapower]

That was entertainment, no f bombs,no nudity, just plain humor pointed mostly at ourselves. I ask my wife that same question at least once a week, how did we ever survive it? How about this NYBH, when an adult asked you a question, there never was a what or huh. This "social experiment" has failed us miserably. Yes I remember what I consider "the good old day's". We just didn't know how good we had it! Frank

[joeksr]

Ever play Johnie ride the pony ?
2 teams, one formed a chain against a building each holdin on to the one in fronts waist. kinda scked to be the guy woith his head up against the building.
the other team would run from across the street and jump on thier back as far forward as you could. If the chain broke you won if it held they won.
Can't remember anyone getting hurt but we didn't have nintendo back then.

How about if you got cut by something ?
We went to the corner drugstore. He'd patch you up if it wasn't serious.

Had an absessed tooth one time. didn't have the cash to get it fixed.
Local pizza shop guy saw me and fronted the cash.

Think we wil ever see those days again ?
I doubt it.

[NY Bearhunter]

Ever play Johnie ride the pony ?
2 teams, one formed a chain against a building each holdin on to the one in fronts waist. kinda scked to be the guy woith his head up against the building.
the other team would run from across the street and jump on thier back as far forward as you could. If the chain broke you won if it held they won.
Can't remember anyone getting hurt but we didn't have nintendo back then.

How about if you got cut by something ?
We went to the corner drugstore. He'd patch you up if it wasn't serious.

Had an absessed tooth one time. didn't have the cash to get it fixed.
Local pizza shop guy saw me and fronted the cash.

Think we wil ever see those days again ?
I doubt it.

I KINDA REMEBER SOME TYPE OF GAME LIKE YOU MENTIONED...

PEOPLE HELPING EACH OTHER TODAY IS LOST, TO MUCH FEAR OF BEING SUED, FOR DOING THE RIGHT THING...

[NY Bearhunter]

That was entertainment, no f bombs,no nudity, just plain humor pointed mostly at ourselves. I ask my wife that same question at least once a week, how did we ever survive it? How about this NYBH, when an adult asked you a question, there never was a what or huh. This "social experiment" has failed us miserably. Yes I remember what I consider "the good old day's". We just didn't know how good we had it! Frank

I WAS WONDERING IF ANYONE WOULD PICK UP ON THE QUOTE...


NO CHEATING NOW, WHO SAID "GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS"

[Robja]

I might be wrong but I think it goes with the signed print I have in my office by Red Skelton. Nice read NY Bear Hunter. Those were good old days. We played in the woods till dark every day. My parents let me stay up "late" to see Have Gun will Travel. At night my am radio would pick up stations from NY so I could hear how Yall talked.

[gottaflylee]

Where is my "Like" button. Great read NYBH, sure brings back a lot of good ole memories.

[seapower]

That would be "Red" himself. And by the way, if you're tired of folk's too scared to help each other, you may consider moving South a few click's. I have to say though, I have spent a bit of time in NY State. Met alot of top shelf people there myself. Haven't spent much time in the City, so I can't speak for that. I have learned this saying to be 100% true, " there are good people. wherever you find them". Frank

[NY Bearhunter]

I might be wrong but I think it goes with the signed print I have in my office by Red Skelton. Nice read NY Bear Hunter. Those were good old days. We played in the woods till dark every day. My parents let me stay up "late" to see Have Gun will Travel. At night my am radio would pick up stations from NY so I could hear how Yall talked.

RIGHT YOU ARE, MR. SKELTON HIMSELF.

THATS FUNNY, HEAR HOW WE TALK...

[NY Bearhunter]

That would be "Red" himself. And by the way, if you're tired of folk's too scared to help each other, you may consider moving South a few click's. I have to say though, I have spent a bit of time in NY State. Met alot of top shelf people there myself. Haven't spent much time in the City, so I can't speak for that. I have learned this saying to be 100% true, " there are good people. wherever you find them". Frank

BEEN DOWN IN YOUR NECK OF THE WOODS A FEW TIMES AND THROUGH THE SOUTH, NEVER WAS TREATED WELL SO TO SAY AFTER THEY HEARD ME TALKING WANTED TO KNOW WHERE I HAIL FROM SOON AS I SAID WHERE THE CONVERSATION WAS OVER...


NY STATE, IS A TOUGH PLACE WITH ALLOT OF STRANGE PEOPLE...

NY CITY, ON THE OTHER HAND IS THE BREEDING GROUND FOR THE WORST FOR SURE, I THINK THE SEVEN BOROUGHS SHOULD BE CONSIDERED ANOTHER STATE, THEY ALL DESERVE EACH OTHER, YOUR ON YOUR OWN FOR SURE WHEN YOUR THERE...