Sorry to learn of this. Prayers for her and you and all the family.
The 1% age group
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!!
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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We had two when we got our first TV. Came on (with a test pattern and National Anthem) 0500 or maybe 0600, went off (once more with National Anthem and background picture of waving flag) at maybe midnight. Recall the 1952 National Conventions and then election with Ike winning (first Republican to win the vote in Texas except the aberrant elections during Reconstruction).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
hey kids WHAT TIME IS IT?
"It's HOWDY DOODY Time!!!". With Buffalo Bob and the rest.hey kids WHAT TIME IS IT?
Also known as the "Silent Generation"
I was born in 1946 ... I suspect as a result of my folks celebrating the war was over. My memories of my childhood are pretty damn wonderful! I think we were born at the perfect time!
we were witnesses to some of this country's absolute best times! We watched history and the many advances in technology and inventions come about before our young eyes.
I think that, besides the many friends and special family that are long gone, what I miss the most is the simplicity of life we experienced!
we were witnesses to some of this country's absolute best times! We watched history and the many advances in technology and inventions come about before our young eyes.
I think that, besides the many friends and special family that are long gone, what I miss the most is the simplicity of life we experienced!
1/2 way thru the day at grammar school you could be chosen by the teacher to make a run to the cafeteria to bring back cartons of milk for the kids that could afford 4 cents a carton .you hoped to be chosen so you could get out of class. imagine 4 cents for milk....
In a half-pint waxed cardboard container if you got the same kind we did, but I recall lining up and walking the whole class down the hall to the cafeteria to get the milk (choice of white or chocolate). We got charged more, I remember it being a nickel.1/2 way thru the day at grammar school you could be chosen by the teacher to make a run to the cafeteria to bring back cartons of milk for the kids that could afford 4 cents a carton .you hoped to be chosen so you could get out of class. imagine 4 cents for milk....
do you remember the kids taking the cartons and stomping then with their shoe and it sounds like a shotgun going off .seems like last weekIn a half-pint waxed cardboard container if you got the same kind we did, but I recall lining up and walking the whole class down the hall to the cafeteria to get the milk (choice of white or chocolate). We got charged more, I remember it being a nickel.
Used to get free milk at primary school in the UK until Maggie Thatcher put a stop to it. She was then called Thatcher the milk snatcher!
then there was the smell of new blue jeans and the smell of the paper towels in the boys room, we didnt have a/cs only those windows that unlatched and then dropped down. seems like i remember a kid getting his finger stuck in the round hole on the latch.sure looked forward to the clock on the wall showing 3.pm
Yep. Had to close it back up just right and make a good, clean stomp to get a good bang.do you remember the kids taking the cartons and stomping then with their shoe and it sounds like a shotgun going off .seems like last week
another thing we did was someone was chosen to mix the dry paint with water so we could paint pictures in class. later in life i was working at the anatomy building at Emory medical school on some ultra low freezer units. and there was that smell from mixing the powdered paints but it wasnt paint. embalming fluid from the subjects being worked on .
We got chunks of ice from the milk truck if he had enough left to keep the milk cold.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.
Wow I forgot about that powdered paint.another thing we did was someone was chosen to mix the dry paint with water so we could paint pictures in class. later in life i was working at the anatomy building at Emory medical school on some ultra low freezer units. and there was that smell from mixing the powdered paints but it wasnt paint. embalming fluid from the subjects being worked on .
These people also raised kids in the 60s, when I was born, during the Cold War and had tremendous fear for their families. My dad built a real bomb shelter under our house where we kept water and supplies that would last us about 3 months in case of a nuclear blast. No one ever thought about living in a world above, when rations disappeared, where there was nuclear fallout and no food or utilities, etc. Sad time. Interesting memories of growing up with a bomb shelter, though.
i remember being told not to drink milk for a while due to the possibility of strontium-90 contamination from atmospheric nuclear testing.In a half-pint waxed cardboard container if you got the same kind we did, but I recall lining up and walking the whole class down the hall to the cafeteria to get the milk (choice of white or chocolate). We got charged more, I remember it being a nickel.
Another '46 boomer here. I remember when a week's lunch ticket was $1, and when it changed to $1.25. a meat, two veggies, a roll, and milk and dessert. We had windows in the classrooms, and an analog clock, plus cards above the blackboard with cursive letters.
Bikes without helmets, drinking water from a hose.
Bikes without helmets, drinking water from a hose.
According to the current listings of Generations today, I'm a '59 Baby Boomer. Kindergarten through 2nd grade we watched films and film strips of Mr.Turtle duck and cover, Fire Safety drop, roll and cover, Monkey chilren instructing us about bicycle safety, telephone etiquette, Travel films, Driving safety and the like. Never thought I could make use of what I learned from watching a film showing South Pacific Islander harvesting coconuts. But, sit you NOT I actually did!Another '46 boomer here. I remember when a week's lunch ticket was $1, and when it changed to $1.25. a meat, two veggies, a roll, and milk and dessert. We had windows in the classrooms, and an analog clock, plus cards above the blackboard with cursive letters.
Bikes without helmets, drinking water from a hose.
Milk wasn't 4 cents. It was subsidized thru actions of the Milk Lobby getting money directly from Congress instead of using capitalism to lure consumers. Similar to how cell phone companies get paid to give 'free' cell phones to all those people flooding the border. Corps love welfare.
I got lost the 1st time it was my turn to get the milk cart. All the rooms look the same with the doors closed.
I got lost the 1st time it was my turn to get the milk cart. All the rooms look the same with the doors closed.
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