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This was sent out from the VVA that I belong to I found it interesting and thought I’d share. Enjoy.

The 1% Age Group. This special group was born between 1930 & 1947 = 17 years. In 2022, the age range is between 76 & 92. Are you, or do you know, someone "still here?”

You are the smallest group of children born since the early 1900s.
You are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, who can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war that rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.
You are the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to shoes to stoves.
You saved tin foil and poured fried meat fat into tin cans.
You saw cars up on blocks because tires weren't available.
You can remember milk being delivered to your house early in the morning and placed in the "milk box" on the porch. The ice cream truck coming through the neighbourhood.
You saw the 'boys' home from the war, build their little houses that they were so happy with.
You are the last generation who spent childhood without television; instead, you “imagined” what you heard on the radio and you read library books.
With no TV until the 1950s, you spent your childhood "playing outside". Many kids walked to school.
There was no city playground for kids. You organized neighbourhood cricket and football games on vacant lots. You rode your bike everywhere.
The lack of television in your early years meant that you had little real understanding of what the world was like.
AND WEREN’T WE BETTER OFF FOR NOT KNOWING RATHER THAN BEING BOMBARDED BY MEDIA HYPE AND SENSATIONALISM.

On Saturday mornings and afternoons, the movies gave you newsreels sandwiched in between westerns and cartoons.
Telephones were one to a house, often shared (party lines), and hung on the wall in the kitchen (no cares about privacy).
Computers were called calculators; they were hand-cranked.
Typewriters were driven by pounding fingers, throwing the carriage, and changing the ribbon.
'INTERNET' and 'GOOGLE' were words that did not exist.
Newspapers and magazines were written for adults and the news was broadcast on your radio in the evening. Kids read comic books.

The Government gave returning Veterans the means to get an education and spurred colleges to grow.
Loans fanned a housing boom.
Pent-up demand, coupled with new instalment payment plans opened many factories for work.
New highways would bring jobs and mobility.
The veterans joined civic clubs and became active in politics.
The radio network expanded from 3 stations to hundreds.
Your parents were suddenly free from the confines of the depression and the war, and they threw themselves into exploring opportunities they had never imagined.
You weren't neglected, but you weren't today's all-consuming family focus.
They were glad you played by yourselves until the streetlights came on.

They were busy discovering the post-war world.
You entered a world of overflowing plenty and opportunity; a world where you were welcomed, enjoyed ourselves and felt secure in your future although the depression poverty was deeply remembered.
Polio was still a crippler.
You came of age in the '50s and '60s.
You are the last generation to experience an interlude when there were no threats to our homeland.
The second world war was over and the cold war, terrorism, global warming, and perpetual economic insecurity had yet to haunt life with unease.

Only your generation can remember both a time of great war and a time when our world was secure and full of bright promise and plenty.
You grew up at the best possible time, a time when the world was getting better...

You are "The Last Ones."
More than 99% of you are either retired or deceased, and you feel privileged to have "lived in the best of times!"

Amen! It’s great being part of the 1% …. Special Group!!
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Not sure about all of that. I'm vintage of 1943, so right there in it. Korea popped when I was just old enough to pay attention and I knew folks who went. Recall the news (both newsreels, and magazines like LIFE) with news of the French difficulties in Vietnam, especially the Siege of Dien Bien Phu. And Duck & Cover Drills (along with Fire Drills) inschool, because the Russians (never recall them called Soviets) might drop A-Bombs. And Vietnam blew up while i was in college. i went...

On the other hand, there is a lot that is accurate and my memories of society are pleasant, mostly. And I do indeed feel privileged and fortunate to have gown up in good times indeed.
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Not sure about all of that. I'm vintage of 1943, so right there in it. Korea popped when I was just old enough to pay attention and I knew folks who went. Recall the news (both newsreels, and magazines like LIFE) with news of the French difficulties in Vietnam, especially the Siege of Dien Bien Phu. And Duck & Cover Drills (along with Fire Drills) inschool, because the Russians (never recall them called Soviets) might drop A-Bombs. And Vietnam blew up while i was in college. i went...

On the other hand, there is a lot that is accurate and my memories of society are pleasant, mostly. And I do indeed feel privileged and fortunate to have gown up in good times indeed.
Interesting points,I remember the duck and cover drills in school, along with the fire drills. You have more experience than I in this time frame so I bow to your knowledge.
My mother is in that group (1934) and at 88 with stage 4 small cell squamous cancer of the lungs she has decided to go the hospice route with the biggest deciding factor being she has outlived all her friends.
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I think I'm with Clyde on this topic. I'm in that age group, kids were left alone to be kids and have a child hood.
WWII Vets the role models all around when growing up. Pretty darn good world then.

Respect....there was respect . We need that back
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This was sent out from the VVA that I belong to I found it interesting and thought I’d share. Enjoy.

The 1% Age Group. This special group was born between 1930 & 1947 = 17 years. In 2022, the age range is between 76 & 92. Are you, or do you know, someone "still here?”

You are the smallest group of children born since the early 1900s.
You are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, who can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war that rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.
You are the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to shoes to stoves.
You saved tin foil and poured fried meat fat into tin cans.
You saw cars up on blocks because tires weren't available.
You can remember milk being delivered to your house early in the morning and placed in the "milk box" on the porch. The ice cream truck coming through the neighbourhood.
You saw the 'boys' home from the war, build their little houses that they were so happy with.
You are the last generation who spent childhood without television; instead, you “imagined” what you heard on the radio and you read library books.
With no TV until the 1950s, you spent your childhood "playing outside". Many kids walked to school.
There was no city playground for kids. You organized neighbourhood cricket and football games on vacant lots. You rode your bike everywhere.
The lack of television in your early years meant that you had little real understanding of what the world was like.
AND WEREN’T WE BETTER OFF FOR NOT KNOWING RATHER THAN BEING BOMBARDED BY MEDIA HYPE AND SENSATIONALISM.

On Saturday mornings and afternoons, the movies gave you newsreels sandwiched in between westerns and cartoons.
Telephones were one to a house, often shared (party lines), and hung on the wall in the kitchen (no cares about privacy).
Computers were called calculators; they were hand-cranked.
Typewriters were driven by pounding fingers, throwing the carriage, and changing the ribbon.
'INTERNET' and 'GOOGLE' were words that did not exist.
Newspapers and magazines were written for adults and the news was broadcast on your radio in the evening. Kids read comic books.

The Government gave returning Veterans the means to get an education and spurred colleges to grow.
Loans fanned a housing boom.
Pent-up demand, coupled with new instalment payment plans opened many factories for work.
New highways would bring jobs and mobility.
The veterans joined civic clubs and became active in politics.
The radio network expanded from 3 stations to hundreds.
Your parents were suddenly free from the confines of the depression and the war, and they threw themselves into exploring opportunities they had never imagined.
You weren't neglected, but you weren't today's all-consuming family focus.
They were glad you played by yourselves until the streetlights came on.

They were busy discovering the post-war world.
You entered a world of overflowing plenty and opportunity; a world where you were welcomed, enjoyed ourselves and felt secure in your future although the depression poverty was deeply remembered.
Polio was still a crippler.
You came of age in the '50s and '60s.
You are the last generation to experience an interlude when there were no threats to our homeland.
The second world war was over and the cold war, terrorism, global warming, and perpetual economic insecurity had yet to haunt life with unease.

Only your generation can remember both a time of great war and a time when our world was secure and full of bright promise and plenty.
You grew up at the best possible time, a time when the world was getting better...

You are "The Last Ones."
More than 99% of you are either retired or deceased, and you feel privileged to have "lived in the best of times!"

Amen! It’s great being part of the 1% …. Special Group!!
missed that by 1 year boy am i lucky .but i am retired and glad to be setting here typing away. only good thing i am a better speller. well with the help of spell check
Yep, missed by 3 years... actually the first TV was an wood box RCA with small doors that opened to a screen about as big as my first Mac SE. And the first Texas instrument calculator when I got out of the USMC. I miss the M14 and the M48A3 's. No slide rules! We still have both in the outbuilding. And then a photo copy machine, instead of reading in the library and taking detailed notes for the MA. And those stupid boxes of IBM punch cards to do computer work.... Went from an plane table to K&E transit to a laser transit. Heck, half of the new guys had no idea how to work a manual transit or record data in a transit book if the laser battery went down. All button pushers.
A big event in 62 was marine John Glens trip in mercury.
All those WWII boys, lived the depression and saved everything. Dad said you never known when when you will need that for a repair. Tunnels in the basement and farm sheds full of stuff. Most of those vets were 20s kids. A WW II marine that hated the Japanese till the day he died.
And kids... It is hard to believe a neighbor kid did not know how to use our rotary phone. But she can sure fix my computer jam ups. ;)
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i fondly remember following the milk truck (divco) on a hot july day. once the driver left the truck to place a delivery in the milk box, we would jump in his truck and grab a big piece of broken up pond ice that they used to help keep the milk cool and fresh. it had bits of weeds in it but we didnt care. it was very cold. if we fell off our bikes we got methiolate or mercurochrome on the cut. younger kids cutting teeth got paregoric. we used to slide down the snow covered hills by sitting on an old coal shovel. we didnt know it at the time, but we never had it so good.
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Born in 1946, but too young to remember MUCH on that list…the depression, ration books etc
Missed it by a few years, born in 1951. I remember milk delivery and the egg man, arabers selling from their horse drawn wagons, the phones on the kitchen wall but we had ours on a telephone seat thingy in the living room but it was a party line. I vaguely remember Howdy Doody and the Philco on the stand in the corner. We stayed out all day in the summer until the street lights came on. Rode our bikes and played army. A simpler time for a few years.
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As late as 1959 when we moved to Dallas from Texas City, we had one (wired, of course) phone - in the hall, though a couple of years later got two, then three extensions (kitchen/family room, master bedroom and my sister's bed room after she got to HS). All rotary dial except Deb got a Princess Touch-Tone. Nobody mentioned Ice Delivery, Jewel Tea grocery (actually, mostly condiments IIRC) routes and itinerant scissors/cutlery sharpeners.
Missed it by a few years but most I do remember into the 50’s. “ Going to town” was a Big Deal and only once a week. Grew up on a farm way out in the country. Built our house next to parents house and IIRC had a part line phone until late 70’s…
Over here, in 1976, I phoned my girlfriend. Only the neighbor across the street, her uncle had a telephone, whether she would merry me. I was in the basement of Bundeswehr University Munich, a queue was behind me. And, she said "yes" . All others waited for the answer too. Her "yes" produced a loud and costly cheers from my comrades. She`s the best aquisition I made.
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My Mom & Dad fall in this group at 88 and 90 respectively.

Mom didn't have indoor plumbing until she had graduated high school and moved way up to Memphis. She is still actively bowling in a league!



Dad was the youngest and only boy, so of course was spoiled! He grew up in Memphis, still tells stories of his first real job delivering groceries on a scooter, and up until he turned 80ish, would still ride a dual sport motorcycle with us out in the desert.

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Yeah, I'm one of the 1%'ers and was born in the early 30's. Right after the war ended there was an Army / Navy store in the small town where we went to buy "stuff". I bought a K-bar knife there for $1.00. I think that must have been in 1945 or '46 and I still have it in my gun safe. I was drafted into the US Army in 1954 where I spent two wonderful years packing a M1 Garand and a M1 Carbine around and hoping the Korean War didn't get started all over again. We were told we could and would be right in the big middle of it if and when. I attended Tulsa University on the Korean War GI bill and graduated with a degree in Petroleum Engineering that led to a 52 year career in the industry. And oh yes, I wore out two slide rules during my time at the university and in my career.

One of my memories from depression era and the war years was an old inner tube that hung in our garage with 36 patches in its circumference. We made old thing work in those days and didn't throw much away. We too had an outdoor bathroom facility and took showers outside in the summer time behind a canvas encloser.
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Yeah, I'm one of the 1%'ers and was born in the early 30's. Right after the war ended there was an Army / Navy store in the small town where we went to buy "stuff". I bought a K-bar knife there for $1.00. I think that must have been in 1945 or '46 and I still have it in my gun safe. I was drafted into the US Army in 1954 where I spent two wonderful years packing a M1 Garand and a M1 Carbine around and hoping the Korean War didn't get started all over again. We were told we could and would be right in the big middle of it if and when. I attended Tulsa University on the Korean War GI bill and graduated with a degree in Petroleum Engineering that led to a 52 year career in the industry. And oh yes, I wore out two slide rules during my time at the university and in my career.

One of my memories from depression era and the war years was an old inner tube that hung in our garage with 36 patches in its circumference. We made old thing work in those days and didn't throw much away. We too had an outdoor bathroom facility and took showers outside in the summer time behind a canvas encloser.
What sort of slip-stick did you have? I got a Post Versalog for my birthday in 1959 and used it through college and (if I needed that sort of thing) my first tour of active duty in Ordnance Corps. Still have it and recently checked calibration. Still works, though a five or ten dollar Casio will do everything it could and more (it was $25 back in the day, equivalent to $260 now - nice present, eh?).
Recall buying 3 sticks of liquorice root or a lemon sherbet twist for a farthing and the milkman came round with a horse and cart, dispensing from a churn.
i remember 3 tv stations growing up and at 12 pm came the test pattern seems like they also played the national anthem . you could play in the woods with your friends and not be killed and molested by who knows who a much safer time. but mother did say dont cut through the woods to school or somebody could get you????? what did she mean by that .i think we still took the short cut ,we might have ran thru the woods just in case
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