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Kids these days
jimdeere
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Notice they’re barefoot. And it’s uphill both ways.
You guys had it easy. Mom cut a potato into 3 pieces, one for each of us boys. Then we had to put it in our armpits to warm it up so it was warm by lunchtime. this worked pretty well until puberty started and my pits got hairy. Then I had to pick the hairs out of my teeth as I ate. I always sat facing the wall in the lunchroom at school.
I had it pretty easy compared to Ralph. His Mom raised guinea pigs. He would bring one to school, then have to kill it and skin it before he was able to eat it raw.
Joe
I did, but the animals had to stand outside while school was in session.
We had to walk to school in knee deep snow - in July (the winter that year was so bad school was finally opened during the "nice" weather in July).
Of course, it was uphill to and from school both ways (we had to take a different route on the way home because the road was too dangerous due to the snow depth).
Luckily my dad was in the concrete business and he would bring home "extra" concrete from the job site and make shoes for us to wear to school (we could not wear them for "everyday use" since they were the only shoes we had).
We had to watch out for Snow Snakes on the way home. They weren't that dangerous, but mom wanted us to bring any we could catch on the way home so we would have something to eat for supper. I have fond memories of her Snow Snake Casserole. If we were able to catch some extra, she would take another casserole to town and trade it for some gas for the horse.
Do most of you guys sell used cars as a sideline?
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Lots of funny comments but for real-I walked a mile to school with a stop along the way to do chores at a farm Dad rented. Had to change into school clothes in the barn and that was darned cold during winter.
Two room school house--grades 1-4 and 5-8 with boys and girls outhouses behind the building and a shared water bucket in the entry foyer . One light bulb over the teacher's desk and the students made the best of natural lighting.
Concrete shoes? Utter luxury! We had only one dirt boot and we used it to get to the river and back switching it from foot to foot as we hopped. We had to water the livestock and all we had was a teaspoon to fetch water.
OK, it's getting deep in here.
too funny . and so many open ended jokes
however the bs is too deep to add to the Pile .
so I will go the other road
I would wager even if its funny now , most of us had a tuff time as a kid and our parents and grand parents even worse than we could image , we all want our kids to do better as our parents and generations before all wanted there kids to keep being better and have a better than they did most did what ever possible to make sure there kids had a chance they at least tried .
just my 2 cents making fun of what was a real bad time for people is just a response, just like laughing when your buddy trips, falls off a ladder , or similar , possibly a ego bruised a bit the quick I hope no one saw that move and a few sore spots but no danger of kicking off .
We were so poor growing up, I had to draw a picture of an apple to give to the teacher.
Some how my mom was able to make 12 sandwiches for me and my siblings lunches out of one can of tuna. At least my sandwich smelled like fish!
Ever had a slam samich?
I forgot to mention that it was uphill all the way to school. Even if it was only across the street, it could still be treacherous when the leaves fell on the ground.
Joe
Snow snakes would have been a cinch. I had to collect the the makings for yellow jacket soup.
Did y’all ride a horse and wagon?
My Dad was born in 1930. When he went to grade school a wagon made a route picking up farm kids and took them to a main road. They took a bus from there. it was several miles to the school.
Fake. Doesn't look like the snow is deep enough.
And fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
The real truth for me anyway about getting to and from school was much worse than my ancestors cold up hill plight.
Our old rickety school bus didn't have any heat, seat belts, or even enough seats for everyone ridding. Many had to stand up holding on to the seat frames. The roads were also chock full of chuck holes and a few were what I would call "cow paths" . My family was always the first to be picked up and the last to be dropped off at home making a 3 mile ride at least an hour and a half each way! 😲
Oh! The humility!! 😁