My big brothers Tom, Mike and Ed during the holidays – they got trains not video games.
Kids don’t have the freedom to have many of the experiences today that I and my boy siblings did in the 60’s growing up in the Midwest. We would…
- Run an errand for the neighborhood beauty parlor owner to buy a carton of cigarettes for her and her customers. All I had was cold cash and a hand written note from her to the grocery clerk.
- Play at the local creek with no adult supervision.
- Build a fort with a “working” toilet (hole in ground) and only got discovered because we were borrowing toilet paper from the big house.
- Ride my bike to the next little burg and back with my best friend with a brown paper bag full of peanut butter sandwiches and a thermos of juice. No helmets and on a two lane country road.
- Swim in our birthday suits in the Medicine River (remember No. 2 above and the no adult supervision part?).
- Challenge myself to walk everywhere for one day on stilts even upstairs and down and to the bathroom. Did it!
- Help put on a track meet in our back yard for our neighborhood kids. Our dad was the high school track coach. We learned how to hurdle at a very young age.
- Travel in packs on Halloween night and no one checked our candy when we got home or limited our intake.
- Walk or more likely, ride our bikes, to the grocery store, church, doctor’s office, friend’s house and school by ourselves.
- Survive chicken pox, mumps, flu, warts, three older brothers, gangrene, powdered milk, Tang, frozen dinners, fried chicken, and dirt. So when cancer came along, I was ready for bear.
Here I am in Medicine Lodge, Kansas, on Main Street ready for bear.
Happy Labor Day to all the dedicated workers out there and hope you get Monday off to make a memory.