who says us old geezers won't change?
discusdad
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They call us ”The Elderly”
We were born in the 40-50-60’s.
We grew up in the 50-60-70's.
We studied in the 60-70-80's.
We were dating in the 70-80-90's.
We got married and discovered the world in the 70-80-90's.
We venture into the 80-90’s.
We stabilize in the 2000’s.
We got wiser in the 2010’s.
And we are going firmly through and beyond 2020.
Turns out we've lived through EIGHT different decades...
TWO different centuries...
TWO different millennia...
We have gone from the telephone with an operator for long-distance calls to video calls to anywhere in the world.
We have gone from slides to YouTube, from vinyl records to online music, from handwritten letters to email and Whats App.
From live matches on the radio, to black and white TV, color TV and then to 3D HD TV.
We went to the Video store and now we watch Netflix.
We got to know the first computers, punch cards, floppy disks and now we have gigabytes and megabytes on our smartphones.
We wore shorts throughout our childhood and then long trousers, Oxfords, flares, shell suits & blue jeans.
We dodged infantile paralysis, meningitis, polio, tuberculosis, swine flu and now COVID-19.
We rode skates, tricycles, bicycles, mopeds, petrol or diesel cars and now we drive hybrids or electric.
Yes, we've been through a lot but what a great life we've had!
They could describe us as “exennials”; people who were born in that world of the fifties, who had an analog childhood and a digital adulthood.
We've kind of “Seen-It-All”!
Our generation has literally lived through and witnessed more than any other in every dimension of life.
It is our generation that has literally adapted to “CHANGE”.
A big round of applause to all the members of a very special generation, which will be UNIQUE.
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Old but not obsolete 😏
Bravo @discusdad you made it. Lived thru all that and feel I had it no better...and no worse…than those before and those after. You just get about the business of living and do your best.
We are a dying breed, pun intended.
dude! You got started dating way later than the rest of us young studs!
YUP! Did all that and the best part are my memories of talking to those that went from horse and buggy to planes, trains, and automobiles! Priceless!!
And, our music slays! See what I said there? Picked that up from the neighbor kid.
From a well trained team of horses who walked between the corn rows while cultivating to auto-steer tractors that can follow their same path within a couple of inches time after time.
Yep!
I have two son in laws that can't change a spark plug. And won't try if dear old dad will do it for them.
We are the last tough do anything generation. Take a bow gentlemen you can't be replaced.
Gen-X baybeeee!!! And happy to be so. Not yet a geezer but looking forward to the day I am.
I approve of geezers, codgers, coots, and scurrilous reprobates. Thanks for that term, @BobJudy!
🇺🇲 "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants." - Thomas Jefferson 🇺🇲
There is a few on that list that I'm still resist.
My grandfather was born in horse and buggy days, rode a early motorcycle, and lived to see men walk on the moon.
I would love to go back to the sixties, when life was so simple. We played outside until the street lights came on. Everyone rode a bicycle or walked to school with all our friends. We had a key on a string, around our neck, to let ourselves in when we got home. You could walk down main street with a rifle or shotgun, and everyone knew you were going hunting, not robbing a store. We listened to the ball game on the west coast, as we fell asleep. The national anthem played at midnight, when all the station were going off the air. If you owned a Schwinn stingray, you were the coolest kid on the block. Then we would chop them with extended forks, put playing cards in the spokes with clothespins. We all grabbed any piece of wood we could find, to donate to our secret fort in the woods. We would build a fire and cook hot dogs, tell scary stories, then fall asleep under the stars. Mom and dad always knew where we were. If you got caught, the police would bring you home, and dad would whoop your backside, until it was black and blue. McDonalds was a rare treat, for special occasions. Dad taught us how to hunt and fish, what signs to look for in the woods and what bait to use to catch fish. Boys went to boy scouts and girls went to girl scouts. Us boys all wore chuck Taylor, high top, converse sneakers if we were lucky. We played stick ball, with whatever we could find for a ball and bat, usually moms broken broom stick and a tennis ball we found at the playground. We had some of the best muscle cars ever made. We would hang out at the local custard stand on Friday nights and then spend hours cruising up and down main street. We would head out to the "sticks", to drag race or hang out with our girlfriend and boyfriends. We respected our local cops, because they all knew our parents and we were raised to do so. Yeah, I miss growing up in the 60's. Oak
Yep.......1955 to 1965 are what I consider the best/golden years of growing up. 👍😉
I am NOT a geezer.
Personally, I would rather go back to the 50s with the funds I have now. But then I'm an old geezer. 😁
Joe
My dad always had a coin jar on the table next to his chair. I remember pilfering it looking for wheat pennies.
The fascination of sifting thru coins and finding a fifty year old 'artifact' worth exactly 1¢ is gone. Probably no such thing as a dad who has his own chair, either.
And yes, we would sometimes sit in his chair just to make him laugh. But we always had to move. It was his chair and those were the rules.
Dad never really changed, though. The only change was in that jar.
🇺🇲 "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants." - Thomas Jefferson 🇺🇲
I have my own chair and I'm the only one that sits in it.......When my wife says I can😔
My grandmother lived from the very first model T to see the space shuttle.The depression,brothers in WW1,a son in WW2,Korea and a grandson in Viet Nam and she was not unique.Many ladies of her generation had it much worse.
My grandparents went from horse and buggy to the moon walk . Talk about the changes they saw in all those years , truly mind-boggling
I used to tell my grandkids their great grandmother, my mom, actually knew and talked to people who were in the civil war!!! almost all my moms great uncles and her grandfather were in the war, all union except one brother who fought for the confederacy..........