Remember when being sent to the principal’s office was nothing compared to the fate awaiting the misbehaving student at home?
Basically we were in fear for our lives, but not because of drive-by shootings, drugs or gangs. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat. But their love was greater than the threat.
Remember candy cigarettes, wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside, soda pop in glass bottles, jukeboxes, home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers, peashooters and Howdy Doody?
We had hi-fis and 45 and 78 rpm records, mimeograph paper, newsreels before the movie and PF Fliers.
Decisions were made by going eeny-meeny-miney-moe. Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming “Do Over!” You could spend an entire evening catching fireflies. And having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot.
With all our progress, don’t you sometimes wish you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace and share it with the children of today?
Jim Bailey’s reflections on Anderson’s past appear on Sunday. His regular column appears on Thursday. He can be reached by email at firstname.lastname@example.org.