THings change and bring problems

[The emperor has no clothes]

Thinking about it, back in the days we were taught discipline, honor, courtesy, and the most important respect. It didn’t matter if some people were super butt heads, you didn’t disrespect them, or you answered to Dad.  Newer generation became lazy, and the children of today are the result of it. Naturally the parents wanted better things and ways than they had it for their children.  What the problem was, what was special to us, was just norm to them and was not  anything appreciated by them. (M, Me, You Owe Me, Sound familiar)  One time my Mother took me shopping for school clothes, I said “Mom. I don’t want these jeans, I want Levies and the tennis shoes I wanted Red Ball Jets”  Mom said “ Honey you can have anything you want, when you get a job and buy can it yourself” That is exactly what I did.  Another issues to cause the problems of today is, parents used TV’s Video Games and Video Movies for baby sitters, rather that disciplining and connecting with the children. And very important thing today, people have such low self esteem today. That is why they walk around looking like a freak show and demand respect. Doing dangerous things, outrageously flashy, selfies and starving for attention and so on. There is much more!!

Thanks, DM. I can't unsee that now.....

Yeah, Thanks A LOT !!

When he rides, the bugs go into his nose, straight to his "brain"...   

I wonder what it's like when he has a runny nose and/or needs to blow his nose.... 

Shopvac ? (Wet & dry model)

[Jess from VA]

what good memory do you have, from back when, that you recall when things were simple for you.

I remember my dad teaching me to ride a bike (I never had training wheels).

The Schwinn was too big for me (like my pants); the idea was, I'd grow into them/it (I did.  We didn't have a lot of money.)

He'd been out of the Marines for about 5-6 years, but man he could run like the wind (with one hand on the rear frame).

He ran me up and down the street for a long time.   Finally, I looked back and I was doing it all by myself.... but he was still running behind me to make sure I didn't fall.

I was grinning ear to ear.  So was he.

We wore matching flat top haircuts.   Mom was the barber.   

Gone for two years, and I miss him. 

[Patrick]

Good memories ?  Hmmm, I guess they do come from the past. Our younger years were more stress free, or, perceived as such. If you don't know any better you just consider it normal.
There was no information highway, we sat around after dinner and listened to Walter Cronkite. We built our mini-bikes and played neighborhood ball, etc. I doubt too many paid much attention to politics or religion. We probably were of the political party of our parents and the same with religion just because thats the way things were. Not that much to think about. Then, eventually, we grew up, tried to keep up with the times and probably realized what was really going on.

[dreamaker]

How about some of those heart throbs girls or guys for the ladies in our group, in Elementary School  or Junior High. I still remember my first kiss, girl in 6th grade. Its funny we take for granted the kids we see everyday in 1 thru 12, and think it will last forever, then graduation you realize you will probably never see most of them again.  What a sad day!

[Patrick]

How about some of those heart throbs girls or guys for the ladies in our group, in Elementary School  or Junior High. I still remember my first kiss, girl in 6th grade. Its funny we take for granted the kids we see everyday in 1 thru 12, and think it will last forever, then graduation you realize you will probably never see most of them again.  What a sad day!

Good point.  I think I figured out the neighborhood girls were nice and soft and squishy before the other guys. Kinda gave me an edge, for a while. Plus I had motorized transportation and there is nothing like a girl sharing your single seat mini-bike.
Plus I'm amazed what some have to say at the class reunions !  OH, to go back knowing what we know now.

[BF]

what good memory do you have, from back when, that you recall when things were simple for you.

I remember my dad teaching me to ride a bike (I never had training wheels).

The Schwinn was too big for me (like my pants); the idea was, I'd grow into them/it (I did.  We didn't have a lot of money.)

He'd been out of the Marines for about 5-6 years, but man he could run like the wind (with one hand on the rear frame).

He ran me up and down the street for a long time.   Finally, I looked back and I was doing it all by myself.... but he was still running behind me to make sure I didn't fall.

I was grinning ear to ear.  So was he.

We wore matching flat top haircuts.   Mom was the barber.   

Gone for two years, and I miss him. 

I learned exactly like you did.  My dad has been gone since I was 16. 

[dreamaker]

I can remember my first, she was a '52 or '53 Excelsior, had a springer front end and it was a two cycle, as kids we did some wheeling and dealing and horse trading till we were all happy with what we got. Save all my pop bottle and paper route money, and bought paint stripper, bought some Kandy Apple blue and gold  in the spray can. bike was  candy blue with candy gold scallops on the tank, she was the most gorgeous thing I ever saw.

[baldo]

what good memory do you have, from back when, that you recall when things were simple for you.

I remember my dad teaching me to ride a bike (I never had training wheels).

The Schwinn was too big for me (like my pants); the idea was, I'd grow into them/it (I did.  We didn't have a lot of money.)

He'd been out of the Marines for about 5-6 years, but man he could run like the wind (with one hand on the rear frame).

He ran me up and down the street for a long time.   Finally, I looked back and I was doing it all by myself.... but he was still running behind me to make sure I didn't fall.

I was grinning ear to ear.  So was he.

We wore matching flat top haircuts.   Mom was the barber.   

Gone for two years, and I miss him. 

 

[baldo]

I can remember my first, she was a '52 or '53 Excelsior, had a springer front end and it was a two cycle, as kids we did some wheeling and dealing and horse trading till we were all happy with what we got. Save all my pop bottle and paper route money, and bought paint stripper, bought come Kandy Apple blue and gold  in the spray can. bike was  candy blue with candy gold scallops on the tank, she was the most gorgeous thing I ever saw.

Makes quite a visual.....

[The emperor has no clothes]

what good memory do you have, from back when, that you recall when things were simple for you.

I remember my dad teaching me to ride a bike (I never had training wheels).

The Schwinn was too big for me (like my pants); the idea was, I'd grow into them/it (I did.  We didn't have a lot of money.)

He'd been out of the Marines for about 5-6 years, but man he could run like the wind (with one hand on the rear frame).

He ran me up and down the street for a long time.   Finally, I looked back and I was doing it all by myself.... but he was still running behind me to make sure I didn't fall.

I was grinning ear to ear.  So was he.

We wore matching flat top haircuts.   Mom was the barber.   

Gone for two years, and I miss him. 

  Nice story 

[Black Dog]

Back to the thread, what good memory do you have, from back when, that you recall when things were simple for you.

Grade school summer vacation, and the smell of the early mornings... Out the door when my chores were done, and home when the street lights came on...  Not a care in the world 

Black Dog

[solo1]

My Dad became very sick in 1942 and had to take a medical disability pension of 60 bucks/month. No other income. Mom didn't work. Four sisters and no brothers.  Learned very quickly that I had to work to help support the family. Two other sisters also worked. Dad and one sister went together to buy me a Schwinn bike. It was a green Henderson, balloon tire of course. Used it for the paper route and added a Whizzer motor in 1947.  From there to a 1935 beatup Harley and then on to a 1946 Matchless thumper.

I was always behind the curve and late to get what my buddies could afford until i came back from the Service.  Married and got back into riding with a Yamaha SR500 and the rest is history. Lots of bad times but lots of good times too.

Now, my parents are long gone, along with all four of my sisters and my wife.  However, I've got some great kids and still chugging along.

[dreamaker]

Woke up this morning, to a smell of someone in the neighborhood cooking breakfast on the barbeque, smells like bacon and eggs, that brings back some good memories.

[Wizzard]

what good memory do you have, from back when, that you recall when things were simple for you.

I remember my dad teaching me to ride a bike (I never had training wheels).

The Schwinn was too big for me (like my pants); the idea was, I'd grow into them/it (I did.  We didn't have a lot of money.)

He'd been out of the Marines for about 5-6 years, but man he could run like the wind (with one hand on the rear frame).

He ran me up and down the street for a long time.   Finally, I looked back and I was doing it all by myself.... but he was still running behind me to make sure I didn't fall.

I was grinning ear to ear.  So was he.

We wore matching flat top haircuts.   Mom was the barber.   

Gone for two years, and I miss him. 

My dad taught me how to ride too. And we both had matching flattop haircuts and my mom was also the barber. You brought back great memories.