And when it came down to who to believe between the kid or the teacher when the kid got in trouble, my parents always believed the teacher...because they were worth believing and trusting. They weren't sick pervs or mentally confused psych jobs. They were professionals who were there to drill facts into my head, and nothing else. I tried my best to be good in school because Dad always said...and proved...that what I got at school I was getting at home.😵
@@paulwatters9225Excatly, and our parents didn't go all Karen protecting their little brats like they were angels when they knew damn well they instigated the problem.
The very best thing about growing up in the late 60s and thru the 70s, Was absolutely NO INTERNET and NO CELLPHONES. We actually played outside and were riding bikes and being creative.
Agreed. Our mainstream media wasn't completely monopolized and owned by four or five "people/corporations" back in the 60's and 70's either. Personally I miss the Fairness Doctrine (1949 - 1987) which was a set of laws which supported *facts* in newscasts instead of opinion. Strange that it was "retired" just before digital media took over analogue media, don't you think?. There were several excellent reasons for *amending and extending* the Fairness Doctrine to *include* today's digital media. Reasons like the fact that fascism never sleeps. History is no mystery. Authoritarian dictator wanna-bes *always* want "One World Order" with you, me and every other average citizen forced to follow *their* orders. *No Thanks.*
4/5/24...AND my Dad bought his 1st house 🏠...a duplex...the day I was born. We lived downstairs + couple rented upstairs. We NEVER went upstairs... but my older sister + I played on the stairs...quietly. AND we lived between downtown Atlanta + towards the outer city. Then they built I-20 + I-75/I-85 as we WATCHED Atlanta grow + grow + grow.... We knew all the neighbors + Moms were 99 percent "homemakers"...We ALWAYS had homemade "supper" every night together..... WHAT A WONDERFUL BUNCH OF MEMORIES I HAVE AS A NOW SINGLE RETIRED LADY IN CENTRAL FL!
My parents were born in the 1920's. The Great Depression years were tough. Then off to WWII. My dad had to finish high school when he got back from Europe.
They were tougher. My old man (born in 1939) was making his own gun powder at 8 years old, making a 15 minute wick, taking it to lover's lane, sticking it under a car undercarriage (plenty of bang, but no real damage) shinnying up a tree, and driving the local teens crazy. When his father came home drunk, in the wee hours, the boys, to avoid a beating, would spend the night in the bush. It sounds like a hardship, but it wasn't that way to them. they had no problem making an impromptu shelter, starting a fire, or what have you, even in the dead of winter.
For boomers and senior citizens, the current market and economy are unnecessarily harder. I'm used to simply purchasing and holding assets, which doesn't seem applicable to the current volatile market, and inflation is catching up with my portfolio. My biggest concern is whether I'll survive after retirement.
Yes, gold is a great investment and a good bet against the devaluating dollar, been holding some for awhile now, I’m grateful my adviser’s moment by moment changes in the market are lightening quick, cos who know how much losses I would’ve had by now.
I think women in the 50's got pre natal instructions on what to say to their kids when they were being driven out of their minds by the tykes. Maybe there was and appendix with all those phrases in the bask of the Dr, Spock books. Phrases like: Is that all you have to say for yourself? I guess if Jimmy jumped off a bridge you would have to, too. Is that the way you think? Just wait until your father gets home. You want to tell me just what was going through your head when you did that? I thought you had more sense. If you think that I was put on this earth to be your slave, you have another think coming. Don't ask me where they are, they are YOUR things to take care of not mine. If I have to tell you one more time to . . . . . . You were supposed to be home a (half hour, hour, etc) ago. I'm going to count to three and. . . . . .. ooonnneee, twooooo, WHAM!
As a Gen X I was only told to go outside when chores needed to be done like mowing the grass or feeding the cattle but I mostly was in the house taking care of my boomer father because he was too lazy to get anything for himself. Even my boomer mother was lazy because by the time I was 12 I was taking over all the housework including cooking. I didn't mind the cooking part because my mother couldn't cook to save her life and it was nice to have food that not only wasn't burnt but it also tasted good. It's why I left when I was 16 because I was already taking care of myself but I was tired of taking care of them
My partner couldn't bear to see things get damaged,because he had vivid recollections of wartorn London where he and his pals played in a big bomb crater in hie street . Health and Safety officials would have a fit at such things now. He eas an amazing person ,and not only in my biased opinion ; he mended many items for people and didn't charge a penny . I miss him loads .🤍
@@themanifestorsmind BOOMERS were 1000% tougher, physically & mentally, than the under 40 snowflake crowd. Another thing YOU missed, is that BOOMERS, knew EXACTLY what GENDER, we were, YOU either had an innie or an outie, Boy's were REALLY Boy's and Girl's were REALLY Girl's and there was no confusion, or MENTAL ISSUES, about this. Also, young BOOMER kids, KNEW EXACTLY, which PUBLIC BATHROOM, to use.
Yes, we played in the street game. Like stickball, touch football, kick the can, dodge ball, and in the summertime time flashlight tag after it got dark. I also remember the first time I kissed a girl at 12 in the ally way between house then but all of us also had to be home by 9:00pm.
Agreed. As someone born at the height of the baby boom (1957), I see nothing tough about our generation. We had things better than any generation before or since. Life was pretty easy, comparatively.
Your right. Our generation were the first to have the luxury of being a teenager. My parents of the depression era ,often times couldn't finish school and like my mom had to work to help support the family.
Boomer too (1949) . I'm sure we are not alone in thinking this. For example, when I bought this house it came with a 10ft wooden ladder hanging on garage wall. It weighs a ton whereas now I have an aluminum one that can be unfolded and extended 21ft but it still weighs less and even though I'm far from fit, I can use it no problemo... to paint the soffits and the fascia at the top of this 4 level split circa 1966, a design which, at the time, struck me as very modern. lol
The big difference was mental toughness. Nobody whined about their lot in life. No emotional support animals or safe spaces. Didn’t like dinner? Don’t eat it. Nothing special will be prepared just for you. Fall off your bike? Dust yourself off, dab up the blood, and get back on. Something nasty happened? No counselling or psychiatry support. Get over it. Actions had consequences. Nobody wondered about what gender they might be. A very different time. Nobody expected life to be easy or fair. Nobody expected a smooth ride, or to get something for nothing. And thank God there were no brainless “influencers.”
So true and the reason our parents were the greatest generation, having lived through the depression, and fought in WWII. Things like have a car at home when dad was at work, nope only had one, air conditioning in the house nope, a tv in every room yea nope only one in the living room you watched what the parents wanted as they smoked another Lucky.
Yeah, but I think while we've gone too far the other way these days, what you just said isn't great either. Like, the whole "went through something tough? No help, get over it" didn't actually work that well. I know lots of people whose parents or grandparents (mine included) really could've used some mental health support after dealing with really awful stuff and legitimate struggles, but that wasn't a thing right - and lots of them were abusive in various ways, addicts, and so on. There's no shame in getting appropriate help when you need it. They've gone too far the other way these days, but that doesn't make an overly-tough mentality that leaves people hanging and struggling right, either.
We rode bicycles without a helmet. I didn't even see a bike helmet until I was around 20 years old. I could walk to my friend's house without supervision. We always addressed the Moms and Dads by Mrs or Mister. And every time we visited we were asked to stay for lunch. But never dinner. We always ate at home in our formal dining room. We had to eat liver once a month, and every meal we would not be allowed to watch television until we ate all of the vegetables. Zero seatbelts. Metal dashboards. The TV had tubes and no transistors. We called a TV repairman to fix it. Black and white only, no color. Four channels and they went off the air at 11:00pm. My Dad was checking the roof on our three story house. I climbed the ladder and walked around with him. No problem. We always felt like we were free, really free. No police ever showed up at Grammer school. Because the Vice Principal was so freaking scary. I only went one time. I went home that day and as soon as I walked in the house I told my parents. Because back then they would know all about it anyway. I was told , it was my fault and not to do it again. It was a very minor infraction but back then if an adult turned me in for anything. I would be in trouble. Our parents had us but good. We ate fried foods and huge amounts of candy and almost none of us gained any extra weight. Because we walked or rode bicycles everyday. We lived less than one mile from school so we all walked, winter snow heavy rain. No problem. We always walked in groups. What a time to be alive. None of what I said is advice. I doubt that anyone today would be able to handle it.
I look back at how much freedom I had as a kid too and it was great. I do think kids would be able to handle the freedom today. They would enjoy it. The problem is that it isn’t safe. Our judicial system is way too lenient. Back in the days of my youth people deemed a danger to society generally spent a significant amount of time in prison. Now you can look on a website and see how many pedophiles live nearby.
My body also has childhood scars and I ware them with pride. In Ireland, we had breakfast and then turned out outside. We went across the farmers fields to play in the Brook. Jumping across into stinging nettles, because we were tough. Climbing trees, playing in the mud and going miles till it was time for evening dinner. Those were the days and I miss them so. I can't believe the younger ones today don't know how to use their imagination and play. They are dull dull dull, with no hope for the future.
Yes sir, if you don't have scars, you didn't really have any fun, I don't mean being stupid, but we played hard and we would fight, and we would outdo Others, because we could.
I was born in 1952 . And I really relish my youth and all the things we did back then that would be considered stupid today . I feel sorry for kids today . Without their iPads and cell phones they are lost .
I was born in 52 also and we managed to grow up without cell phones and iPads just fine. There was many a summer that I would spend the entire day outside playing, riding my bicycle, and on my Sidewalk Surfboard.
It was the best time ever. Everything was clean, the air the water the language tv, radio, movies. Things were built to last, people got along. People danced, listend to music, held hands, were polite. You dressed up to go out on a date , to church, a wedding or funeral. You knew how to iron, to sew to tie a tie, to fix a flat on your bike. You learned about courage. You knew right from wrong...yeah
I'm so glad you brought that up Everything looks dingy to me now. Everywhere I look at stores on the street. During the 50s and 60s You would not have thought of having a store with things out of order or anything dirty. We kept her houses cleaned and in order. We also care about our clothes In our surroundings looking good. You never went into a store that didn't just look pristine.
The air was NOT clean. Could be in downtown L.A. two blocks from City Hall and wouldn't be able to see the building because of the brown smog. The only thing you REALLY miss about those days is your irresponsible youth. "People got along"?! Were you in a coma? LOL.
We had friends, real friends, not Facebook friends. We talked to those friends, face to face or on the phone, with a cord. Two boys fighting usually turned into a lifelong friendship. Not a shooting. We learned how to handle and face conflict, not hide from it. If we were bullied or called a name, we got over it. We learned how to solve problems, not create them. And we got along with EVERYone, no matter what color your skin. We were the generation of Martin Luther King. We didn’t judge you by the color of your skin, but your character. Remember?
Boomer here. We had iodine, no mercurochrome. If you wanted something you had to save up by mowing lawns, weed Ing gardens, raking leaves or shoveling snow around the neighborhood. Save up from paper-route earnings, sell seeds or Christmas Cards. No school busses. We walked to and from school. The short-cut was through an active train-yard with six sets of tracks.
We had mercurochrome in our home which was frequently applied to me since we played road hockey on the street and we’re sometimes knocked to the ground with resulting scrapes and burns to knee and elbows
Yes, paper-route was a right of passage. Didn't appreciate delivering the papers during a snow storm or when it was -25° outside, but it did build character!
I set out in July one year to go 3 miles to the nearest "housing development in our semi-rural area to sell Christmas cards to get my parents a new coffee percolator for Christmas. I swear, the sample book was 4 inches thick so I hauled it in my"little red wagon.
As a boomer myself I can assure you we were much tougher. People nowadays act like they have been slain if someone says anything they don't like. They are destroyed by "microagressions". It is pretty sad to see how weak the US is now.
I'm a member of the silent generation (older than boomers). Put differently, we were from the ass-whooping generation. We believe most of us turned out better than a lot of the later generations where participation trophies and time outs were/are the norm.
@@clarencegreen3071 boomers were more into emotional torture than physical abuse. Gen X turned out strong, partly because we had to take care of ourselves ( mostly latchkey kids). That part was fine, but the mental abuse was very scarring. I'm sure there's a happy medium between making things too easy and being cruel.
@@jennifernordlund2691 Nonsense. You can't make a blanket condemnation of an entire generation based on some dubious research and suspect allegations. Our parents were strict and emphasised the importance of politeness and consideration for others. Today's "me first" attitude is the cause of much of the social unrest today.
Absolutely! I'm a Baby Boomer and we're definitely tougher. My dad owned a dairy in South Florida. I grew up riding horses, rounding up cows, driving tractors and pickups. What a great life that was. I really miss it.
@@josephhanes6402 I'm not sure who you're replying to because it doesn't sound as if you're referring to my comment. It appears that some comments are missing. Correct me if I'm wrong.
Tell me about it. The girls did that a lot, and as an amateur boxer ( I didn't say a champ) the skip rope became my default exercise gizzmo. Good ones with the ball bearing handles ran abut $5 bux. We also knew which bathroom to use.
My Dad passed 3 years ago at 95. He was pretty tough but fair. Got drafted for Korea and made sergeant in 18 months. His own father was a real hardass, born 1898, and my Dad told me that he was determined to not be the version he'd gotten. He was true to that. He was loved by all of us, and is missed.
As a "boomer" born in 1949 my siblings and I were raised by parents who had lived through the Great Depression. Because of their experience, we were taught to never waste food - kids are starving in China, right? - so leftovers were never thrown out but became the basis for another night's meal. That became what our Mom called "Shutupandeatit" meals.
Lol, my dad talked a lot of those years, having nothing. He might have a few pairs of gloves for work, but would only use 1 pair till there was absolutely nothing left of them.
My mom was the queen of leftovers. She would throw together what ever was in the fridge : a few pork chops, a chicken leg, some spaghetti, etc. There were six of us. My dad got first pick and you had to be quick to get your favorite. No food was wasted.
My parents were children of the Great Depression and my mom always told me that if I did not like dinner, not to worry, breakfast was in 12 hours. It helped that mom was a very good cook. And I am at the end of the Boomer chain, and I believe in fixing and repairing things. Why waste money. Go back far enough and cars did not have seatbelts, a/c, heater, radio, electric windows.
Yes, I lost friends and adults I admired and cared for to that activity just as have I lost others to automobile and airplane accidents, and I would not do it today with my children or grandchildren. But looking for ways to find fault, place blame, or even assign some malicious intent to that activity is sad.@@Coolguy-jo4er
My dad was a police officer. He was the photographer and investigator, so he got to take pictures of the kids who did not wear any of that, and rode in the back of pick up trucks. You were lucky. The many, many kids he took pictures of were not. What you describe is not toughness. It's stoooopidity.
@@Coolguy-jo4er BOOMERS were 1000% tougher, physically & mentally, than the under 40 snowflake crowd. Another thing YOU missed, is that BOOMERS, knew EXACTLY what GENDER, we were, YOU either had an innie or an outie, Boy's were REALLY Boy's and Girl's were REALLY Girl's and there was no confusion, or MENTAL ISSUES, about this. Also, young BOOMER kids, KNEW EXACTLY, which PUBLIC BATHROOM, to use.
@@sdigf3167 BOOMERS were 1000% tougher, physically & mentally, than the under 40 snowflake crowd. Another thing YOU missed, is that BOOMERS, knew EXACTLY what GENDER, we were, YOU either had an innie or an outie, Boy's were REALLY Boy's and Girl's were REALLY Girl's and there was no confusion, or MENTAL ISSUES, about this. Also, young BOOMER kids, KNEW EXACTLY, which PUBLIC BATHROOM, to use.
it's called exposure therapy! the more your exposed to tough situations the better you can handle them! we developed critical thinking by getting into situations we had to figure out ourselves! I loved the independence as a kid! still do!
Damn right we were tougher! Not only were we tougher physically, enduring many injuries while playing a wide variety of games and sports out of doors, but we were also tougher mentally. Nobody got offended like people do today.
@stizelswik3694 And if a kid fights back against a bully, he's the one who gets disciplined. Although discipline without a good whack on the butt doesn't do much goodl
AGREED !!! Parents Of kids the last couple generations thought it best to be “ FRIENDS “ with their children!!!! Which INHERENTLY DELETES the PARENT ROLE !!! Combined with the breakdown of the FAMILY ( MARXIST FUELED ) DESTROYED kids making them the ENTITLED BRATTS they ARE today
I am a Boomer, and proud of it. We grew up with values, and a sense of responsibility and respect. This is sadly lacking in the generations growing up now. I remember having to have the operator place our long distance calls. I can’t even imaging all the whining we would hear, if today’s kids and adults had to deal with operators to make their calls. Although calculators were just coming out, we weren’t allowed to use them in school. We had to learn how to do our own calculations. A lot of people today can’t even make change manually. They need the computerized register to tell them how much change to give back. That’s scary.
"We grew up with values, and a sense of responsibility and respect." Then please explain the absolute disregard of basic humanity that is today's cult of MAGA, led and perpetuated by us Boomers that have no problems supporting or voting for a guy that's been indicted for 91 felonies, twice impeached, has been found to be a sex offender, cheated on his pregnant wife with a pr0nstar and tried to cover it up, found liable of defrauding the citizens of New York, is responsible for the deaths of a million Americans due to his incompetence, who bows down to our enemies and emulates their leaders, and led a multistate, multilevel attempt to subvert the Constitution and culminated in the invasion of our nation's Capitol?
Or drive a stick shift vehicle. Everyone should learn how in case that's the only vehicle available in an emergency. Like going to pick up your groceries someone else picked out for you. 😅
I was a 50s baby, when growing up , I remember making our own baseball field, making ice rinks on ponds to play, Hockey. We were just so more independent back then!
@Yankee_Rednecknh6698 early millenials too. My parents were Boomers, and we lived with both sides of silent generation grandparents at different points.
I was born in 1981, so early millennial (or "Xennial"), and at least us Xennials still had the legacy childhood before the modern internet. It is weird to think how all this stuff happening in the 90s was interesting, but going back and looking at things in hindsight, the internet and modern technology has ruined the way people think today.
I'm a baby boomer and proud of it. I grew up poor and most medication was done at home. You only went to a doctor when you had too. Kids now couldn't srevive what we had to live through. No phone, no car. I worked at 9 years old trimming my neighbors hedge for a quarter. Mowed yards for $1.50. Gathered up soda bottles for a 1 cent deposit per bottle.
I mopped the floor at the local store for one dollar every evening when I was 12. I used that money to buy clothes and school supplies. I was born in 1961
@@newday3363 Me too! I was born in 61 and did the same thing. I think it taught us well. To this day, I have never gotten a dime from anyone, including my own family, and worked for everything I had. When I needed something, I went out and got it on my own and didn't whine. We learned that when we were young. When I was 11, I wanted a face mask and snorkel to play in the lake. I had to mop the floor at the local store after school to save up the money I needed. Best lessons I've ever learned.
We had no lawns; just concrete sidewalks. We collected the deposits on glass bottles, 2 cents on small soda bottles, and a whole nickle on quarts. We got a tenth of a penny per pound for newspaper. And we shoveled sidewalks whenever it snowed. We also ran errands for old people.
Exactly! One time we were playing release and it started to rain and lightning, my sister fell on a rusted fence and got the wire stuck in her hand. I was trying to get her free and Every single one of the boys came over and got her free. Nobody ran home cause it was raining. I’ll never forget that. Good times.
Those old fashioned tv sets were the pits. You had to mess around with the horizontal hold, then the vertical hold, and try to stop the picture rolling.
I remember the horizontal or vertical hold going out and if you could not adjust it with the knobs provided by the TV you had to call the repairman. If you were lucky he could fix it at your house, if not it went back to the shop. And that might mean no TV for a few days.
I was born in 1955. I loved AND respected my teachers. They never broadcast their politics. Never revealed their private business. They were only there to teach. We pledged allegiance to the flag of the United States of America. We brought canned food to store in our classroom because the windowless elementary school was designated a fallout shelter. We gave our pennies throughout the year to give our janitor a nice collected bonus for his Christmas gift. Our principal was known to mete out punishments with a paddle. I grew up with just about the same group of kids from grades 1-12. It was comfortable and stable and I miss the simplicity of those days.
Our 5th grade teacher had us stockpile food in our classroom during the Cuban missle crisis. Even had us bring in blakets and pillows. Looking back i never realized how forward thinking she was. We really came close to launching the missles.
I was born in 1945. One thing you did not DARE to do was tell a teacher to ---- themselves. They took the strp out of the schools and today they can't figure out how to control a class of kids. It's easy, just get rid of the social engineers
You have a good memory; you brought all of these to mind. And yes, in a lot of ways life was more simple than now. Kids today are tested in “toughness” in different ways than we were tested; they live in a world of ever greater competition.
I was out on my own at 18 and married by 21. We worked and saved for our first house and raised our kids with the same ideals and it has worked out. My kids have done well and are doing the same. I miss the sixties. It was a better time when giving your word and keeping it meant something.
Ah, the good old days. As a baby boomer I remember these times as a simpler life. We could walk on the street without fear of being robbed or accosted. We could sleep at night with the windows open without fear of a breakin. People respected each other far more than today.
I'm a boomer 1948. We are tougher but wimps compared to our parents. They survived the great depression, WWII, Korean war to name a few. They made us tough because they knew life can be cruel.
Boy my wife and I are both 66 years old and we sure relate to your video! Today's parents would have a heart attack if their kids did what we did as children! You know, I really feel that we are the last generation to really know what it's like to be free and have fun as a kid. Please keep making your videos we love them!
I was born in 51And lived in the city. My life was like what was described above. I gave that to my children 3 sons also... My youngest son Did not get a cell phone till he went to Law school. You also have to pay for that And keep up with his own bill This part time job. Now has a 6-7 figure income. My kids all spent lots of time outside. My oldest are twins.50s now But they spent most of their days outside When they were not in school. They're all doing well making their own living. Some of the grandchildren Have 2 too many screens. But there trying to Limit it. I sent my 3 youngest to church camp Which kept them outside And moving for a week during the summer. They loved it I wanted more they completely forgot about the screens. I feelfor the kids today. You need to feel what life is like and have all kinds of emotions and feelings before you can get something Out of what you watch on the screen.
Well as a baby boomer, growing up in a cold wet climate, you had to be tougher, no central heating, just a coal fire for cooking and heating, I can remember one winters night when not only a heavy frost on the outside of the bedroom window but the condensation from myself and 2 brothers was frozen on the inside as well.
I was born in 1952 into an Air Force family, and can attest to the fact that this all is true. We had a loving home, I had kid friends wherever we moved, played outside. Served as the TV remote for my dad, etc. All those memories brought back images of the places they happened. We weren't made to eat everything on the plate, but praised if we did. Mom told me one time when I was older that the idea was to have few rules, but really make those rules the important ones and make them stick. We had Bacteen for treating wounds and scrapes that didn't sting as much. The skin on my knees grew tougher from the minor spills and scrapes.When it turned dark , it was time to come home. I barely remember a party line, but do remember the time number you could call, dialing 411 for a number, and never bother dialing O for Operator unless you had a real need. The only bullying by a kid or, sadly, a teacher, was promptly taken care of by mom, she had our backs. When young, we were spanked when we needed it, loved and cuddled. We knew where we stood. :)
I was a 54' baby and also grew up on Air Force bases, but in Australia. Dad had flown Mustangs in the Korean War & was a big stickler for rules, while mum was the caring one. As said, we would disappear for the day, wandering around the airfield & maintenance buildings, climbing on old aircraft frames or up water towers. If you found yourself in trouble, you got yourself out of it. You learnt to 'make do' with what you had & you ate what you were given, with no complaints, or else. I was working full time by 15, as well as going to school.
Born in 1959. Got my 1st job at 8 years old delivering newspapers. Got up every morning at 5 am, went out in the dark alone, finished in time to get ready for school. Did this for 4 years until I broke my leg and couldnt continue. Once healed I worked at a local country club as a caddy for 3 years. If I got home early enough I would help my friend with his lawn mowing business. In the winter we would shovel snow for money. At 15 I started working at a service station pumping gas and doing oil changes. By my junior year in HS Id only have classes for half the day and would work nearly every day from 1 pm to closing at 10 pm. Also worked weekends. In the summer I was putting in over 70 hours a week. The younger generation seems to think we had it easy. Not by a long shot !
I was also working at 8 yrs old. I very quickly realized that being self employed was the only way, and so I was. Most people cannot imagine the freedom that independent work brings.
Walking home from school (elementary through high school) we passed by a golf course. We'd pick up golf balls and sell them to the golfers. Standard tip to return a new ball was a dime. Cheap golfers couldn't catch us. One guy had an advantage: his family grew alfalfa across the road from the golf course!
I still remember my mom would take my dad’s police whistle and blow it for me to come home. No matter where I was in the neighborhood you heard it and you better get home NOW! 😊
I'm a Baby Boomer (1954). We were known as outdoor children. Our parents made sure we did not come home until supper time. We fought with our fist and afterwards we shook hands. Corporal punishment was aloud by parents, teachers and adults. We were rugged idealists. Making fun of one's parents and one another was a vocal sport we took with a grain of salt. We did not get triggered by name calling back then. Thank God I grew up during that time. Great video.
A 1955 baby here. So much of what was said in the video brings back many memories. My knees were always scraped up from playing outside. Happily, my mom didn’t use that red mercury liquid on me. She didn’t allow me to be a picky eater, which is a good thing. It is very true about more serious injuries. I was hit by a car just before I turned age 4. First my parents drove me to the doctor’s then to the hospital, because it turned out I had a compound basilar skull fracture. We rode in the back of our pickup truck. There were no seat belts in cars. But there was the ever ready arm of mom to supposedly stop us from flying through the windshield.😂 But my parents’ and grandparents’ generations were truly the greatest.
Born in 1958 I was the oldest child & only male raised on the farm . Wasn't any play time only on Sunday after church. We had about every kind of farm animals there was. Feeding morning and night 7 days a week plus row crop farming. Was driving old jeep & tractors at 7 yrs old. It was hard living and made us tough as hell. Wouldn't trade the past & memories for anything!!!
We got cereal or oatmeal for breakfast. Don’t remember eating lunch but if school was in session, it was a peanut butter sandwich and a Five cent milk. Dinner, no one ever complained. We ate everything without being told to. We were growing and always hungry. No chips, frozen pizza, etc. mom started giving us a small snack treat before bed so we would stop waking her up for something to eat. lol, those were the days. We ate what we were given and was glad for it. I’m a boomer and was married at 19. Raised three boys. All college educated and serviced in the military. We taught them hard work and respect. Yah, I’m glad and proud of being a boomer and truly miss those days of my youth!
As a kid, I couldn't eat fish. It made me vomit, every time. Once, my parents refused to let me leave the table, until I cleaned my plate. I spent the night, sitting there. That didn't change their minds, though, they simply gave me the option to eat or starve. Which I did, often twice a week. Something that served me well in my US Army Infantry career. I would never treat my own daughter this way, but yes, boomers are way tougher than kids today. But so were anyone's ancestors, compared to their grandchildren.
@@markcollins2666 I agree about the fish. We never were offered it though as it was more expensive than my parents could afford with a big family. We ate a lot of rice and pasta. That I remember so well
@markcollins2666 Please don't be offended - u know it must have been traumatic for you - but the way you recount your story made me laugh so hard. I'm still laughing - thank you. We were tough, weren't we -
@@concerned1144, if we had fish other than canned tuna, it was because it was free. We were Catholic, and weren't allowed to eat meat on Fridays. But other than that, 2 cans of tuna, and a box of Spanish Rice a Roni, was a meal for 6. I exclude myself, because I'd never touch the stuff.
@@jacquelinedevlin6381Yes! Absolutely! Aw, it wasn't that bad, they still at least let me eat sides, one, and bread. And this did not even last for very long. We were Catholics, not allowed to eat meat on Fridays, but that ended when I was 8.😍😍
Answer: No, they are not tougher than me because I am a baby boomer. I was 10 riding my bike when I hit a bee that stung me in my eye. I rode my bike home, and my Mom called the doctor and he told her to use tweezers to pull the stinger out, and if I still had vision problems a week later, to bring me in. She pulled out the stinger, the swelling went down three days later and I was fine. I did not cry but it did hurt like hell. I also played lawn darts and had a mini bike, a go kart, and a Daisy BB gun. I have also always done all of my own vehicle repairs and still do to this day.
My parents never knew were I was either!! I spent my days wondering around into fields and riding my bike. I was probably seven or eight years old walking to the market to get candy, and it was probably about 1 mile away...
@@ericlindenmuth7517 I was an Air Force brat and spent time wandering around England, Germany and Holland as a kid. Going a few miles to buy candy or fireworks was a weekly thing.
We grew up stronger than current youth. our elders went to war, or went thru the depression era. Our doors was the place to play. Little TV, and no social media. we made friends easily in our neighborhoods, when it was safe to walk up to a home with new children moving in and introduce ourselves...can we meet and play? Manors at the table and respect for our elders, and teachers. We were tough kids, and ready for more. Life was way better then.
Living in a southern town That had Werner Von Braun Living here and the space program We had many new neighbors. We loved it. My best friend Was from Illinois. Her mom Could could cook the best pizza I put it in my mouth. I never had anything like that home made it was always Fried chicken , biscuits , Mashed potatoes And cornbread and the like. Many of our friends German Or Asian. It didn't make any difference to us In the 50s We were just were just kids... We were out In the red clay of Alabama Trying to build rockets like our parents And others in our neighborhood.
In the early 1960's we received four TV stations. ABC, CBS, NBC, and PBS. None of the stations were on late at night. The kids TV was in the den and we (I had 3 older brothers) had a rule that the person in the den the longest had control of the TV. Eventually you'd have to leave to go to the bathroom or to get something to drink. This is how we learned to negotiate and equally important we learned that you don't always get what you want so make the best of it and don't whine.
@@Marcus-p5i5sMerriam-Webster makes no such distinction: " : a person born during a period of time in which there is a marked rise in a population's birth rate : a person born during a baby boom especially : a person born in the U.S. following the end of World War II (usually considered to be in the years from 1946 to 1964) "
@@IBM29irrelevant. Show a complete lack of primary education on your part. You don't consult a dictionary for such info but texts on the discipline concerned.
I was working in a nursing home by the time I was 17. I had 10-12 large patients to bathe from head to toe and feed... My mom knew that the pretty little blonde needed work and no free time on her hands. It worked I went to nursing school and became an RN.
My parents were both Boomers and overcame difficult childhoods, they were tough and were tough on me too, so as a genX with a Boomer upbringing, I feel thankful to have the parents that I did. They didn't complain about life being unfair (even though it was!). They just did the best they could with what they had. Having tough times definitely taught me a lot about life.
I remember all of this very well. We also got to ride in the back of the truck We drank out of the hose all the time. That mercurochrome burned like heck. My mom was a nurse so if we found any injured birds or kittens we would bring them home so mom could help heal them We were always outside. Even after dinner mom and dad would have coffee on the front steps and we’d play til time for a bath and bedtime. Ahh the good ole days. They sure gave us backbone.
I remember when our black and white tv wasn’t working my dad would take all the vacuum tubes out of the chassis and drive down to the hardware store and check them one by one on their tester. The problem tube was usually found .
@@reb1050 BOOMERS were 1000% tougher, physically & mentally, than the under 40 snowflake crowd. Another thing YOU missed, is that BOOMERS, knew EXACTLY what GENDER, we were, YOU either had an innie or an outie, Boy's were REALLY Boy's and Girl's were REALLY Girl's and there was no confusion, or MENTAL ISSUES, about this. Also, young BOOMER kids, KNEW EXACTLY, which PUBLIC BATHROOM, to use.
@@stephentaylor280 BOOMERS were 1000% tougher, physically & mentally, than the under 40 snowflake crowd. Another thing YOU missed, is that BOOMERS, knew EXACTLY what GENDER, we were, YOU either had an innie or an outie, Boy's were REALLY Boy's and Girl's were REALLY Girl's and there was no confusion, or MENTAL ISSUES, about this. Also, young BOOMER kids, KNEW EXACTLY, which PUBLIC BATHROOM, to use.
I am a late "boomer" (1963). I don't know if I feel so incredibly proud of who we were back then--quite honestly, we were all just mentally healthy, normal, and decent. What I will say is that what has happened to our society since then is utterly shameful and insane.
@@sqearly Of course not!--and it is ridiculous to even waste time pointing that out. With that said, the moral standards of the time aren't even in the same category as the cesspool of garbage that passes for 'values' in our society today.
Baby boomers are a spoiled generation, probably one of the most spoiled generations in US history. Their parents had the responsibility of surviving the great depression, and WWII, baby boomers grew up in an era of great prosperity and very few challenges. They are big whiners and complainers, but act as if they had "difficult" childhoods, whereas in reality, purchasing a home, working in the workforce, etc. are much more difficult for people in their 20s, 30s, 40s, and 50s than it ever was for the baby boomers.
My parents are boomers and they raised my siblings and I with all of the same values shown here, and we all grew up to be successful and independent. My mom and dad are wonderful, strong people!
Spot on. Life was good, tough but fair. We grew up and were ready for the world. A far cry different from so many of today's hypersensitive kids and young adults.
A proud Baby Boomer with the scars to prove it. The best advice I received whenever I fell down or hurt myself was, “walk it off.” Today’s Snow Flakes wouldn’t have survived in my early days!
One thing as a boomer I think we missed, our parents wanted to throw off what they endured during the depression and wanted "more" for us as a result many of us were not very frugal. Glad I had engaged Grandparents.
I was born in 67 but was the youngest of 4. All my siblings are in the boomer years. This was my youth as well. My dad was a depression era kid and a WWII vet. No BS and no handouts...and "go find someplace to play besides inside my house!" Annual trips to the ER for stitches from my outdoor adventures were a real thing. When I told him I was joining the military, his only words were: "If you take care of the military, it will take care of you!"
My mom was an Emergency Room head nurse in the '60s. The rubber pads on my bike pedals were gone, and I slipped and took a pedal in my lower leg, all the way to the bone. I somehow got to the hospital, and still remember Mom being worried whether I'd left the bike in somebody's front yard.. I was proud to get 40 stitches, though it still couldn't compete with my brother's compound leg fracture.
Proud to be a baby boomer (1957)! Thank god I wasn't glued to a cell phone all day... letting the world pass me by... social interaction was most delightful... and Saturday morning cartoons followed by heading out to play was just heaven for me... in fact that's how my friends and I met some some people from Sesame Street... and came out on their pilot introduction song/video... and even got paid for it!!!!!!!
I skipped my senior year of high school and joined the Army for 2 years at 17 in 1974. I had grown up on a farm and was used to taking care of myself. By the time I came out just before I turned 20 I was ready to get on with my life and get married a few years later and have a family.
Most kids today wouldn't least a week in those days . Im so tired of hearing how tough they have it and how everything is the boomers fault. Grow up , get out and make a life for yourself. Nobody did it for us.
@gustavsorensen9301 oh OK... you mean the the protest and revolutions that lead to better civil rights and the women's movement and better Healthcare and social services to help the elderly and poor ? You mean THOSE changes ? Then yes I HAVE to agree with you on that.
@@stargirlzx With a large percentage of our politicians in recent years being Boomers, the individual may be referring to an overreaching government, an out-of-control national debt, manufacturing jobs sent overseas, never ending welfare spending, the inability for one parent to make enough to support a family, lack of border security, identity politics, gender confusing, loss of privacy, voter fraud, sky is falling politically motivated climate policies and the fact that a generation that once preached freedom, now pushes big government control. Of course that's just a guess!
@peterjohnson1734 maybe you need to take a look at the new breed of banana Republicans. How do you think you're going to do with the likes of mtg, bobert, gaetz , jordan ,the idiot the other nite after the sotu, Hawley... do I need to go on ?
Growing up in post war London, there wasn't a lot left of it in many areas, bomb sites were our playground..unexploded bombs..one a week..not much money and we got our attitudes from those who had seen real war first hand..it stood me in good sted in later life, the ability to do what needed to be done without shirking of finding it distasteful..roll the sleeves up get dirty..esp as a copper..now our attitudes seem harsh by today's standard but it was and is necessary..If you stand for nothing you will fall for everything..somewhere along the way we took our eye off the ball..esp with our grandchildren..what a mess 😢
I’m the last of the boomers. We had very little money. We rode our bikes for errands as well as for fun. We stayed outside all day. Total independence. I had to get a job at 16 and was told I’d have to start buying my own clothes and saving up for a car. We were expected to move out when we turned 18. It was tough.
Most of the time us kids didn’t want to come in the house , even in the heat of the summer and cold of the winter, even when we wanted some water we just drank out of the water hose outside because our moms said not to run in and out the house, they said to “ stay in or out”, so you stayed outside . Very important to let kids play outside, it let kids be social with kid stuff and learn from other kids, it let kids watch less tv, it let moms have some time to herself though they watched the kids through open door or window. Nowadays kids learn from gadgets and adults cause they are always around gadgets and adults. And the games or videos they watch or play doesn’t teach them about life through the eyes of a kid , they are learning about life as adults see life. And if a kid likes music( like I loved music as a kid ) no popular song teaches them about life these days the way songs did back then. We had the ice cream truck drive through neighborhoods back in the 50’s through the 80’d because kids were always outside, now they don’t run because they woundnt sell much ice cream because only a few kids are outside these days , plus the ice cream truck would probably get robbed ..
@@lwmarti I'm 62 and still drink from the hose when I'm outside working. It's perfectly safe. In fact, tap water is safer than bottled water. Bottled water is regulated as a food item and therefore, is only inspected as often as any other food manufacturer. Water from your tap is tested numerous times a day and strictly monitored. Not only is it safer but doesn't have microplastics in it the way bottled water does. I'm shocked that people pay more for water than they do for gasoline. I know some young people who think that you're not supposed to drink tap water. They have them brainwashed or something. The amount of money wasted on bottled water is astounding. Also, younger people pay more to eat. I make home cooked meals and eat far better food at a lower price. Younger people eat fast food, processed food, microwave meals, precooked junk, etc.
Back in the early 60’s my brother and I were acting bored and didn’t want to go outside. Mom grabbed both of us, took us outside, grabbed a branch and gave it to my brother. Then she grabbed a stick and gave it to me. She told us the branch was a rifle and the stick was a pistol. ‘Now go play”.
We had only one car that our father drove to work every day. Several times, when my brothers or I broke bones or needed stitches, my mother would just call the doctor and we would have to walk or ride our bikes to the doctor's office. He would fix us up and the only pain reliever we got was a tongue depressor to bite on. Most of the time, if we got hurt because we were careless or stupid, we had to figure out how to settle the bill with the doctor ourselves. What I remember the most is how proud we were for being able to handle the responsibility ourselves and the confidence our parents had in us.
I remember going to a Knights of Columbus picnic and cut myself slicing a watermelon on the arm. My mom looked at it she was a nurse and said put this bandage on a hold it tight were staying wait until we go home. My dad was half-drunk anyway and just getting started.
As Baby Boomers and with a career Marine for a father who grew up during the depression, my siblings and I learned to make do, fix what was broken (if possible) and to adapt and overcome our challenges! Dad always said if you were fussy, he'd give you a reason to knock it off. And, if you were crying over nonsense that he'd give you a reason to cry! He wanted no spineless or bratty babies in his household. I really enjoy viewing your channel!
I was never a picky eater. My father ran a farm so we always had plenty of food. Lots of meat from cows, pigs chickens and rabbits plus a large garden with sweet corn, tomatos, string beans apple trees pear trees. My mom was always canning for the winter, my dad made sourer kraut and I loved Liver and Onions. Mom was the best cook I ever knew. I started working at 6 yrs old pulling weeds in the garden and the older I got the more work on the farm to do. It was a hard and good life for my siblings and I.
I was born in 1951 and grew up in a rural suburb of L.A. against the foothills. We played outside all day in summer. We lived on a long dead end street and all the kids learned to ride a bike on one kid's green 16inch 2 wheeler. All the Moms were home all day and everyone watched out for each others kids. We played cowboys and Indians in the nearby wash bank and ran through the sprinklers in summer. It was a good childhood.
I was born in 1953. Here are some of the things I remember that made us Boomers tough: 1. When there were not enough seats on the school bus, we were required to stand all the way to school holding onto the seat backs. 2. Beating chalk dust out of blackboard erasers at school while sitting on the steps outside class. No one was concerned that we were then sitting in and breathing in a cloud of white chalk dust. The teachers always picked one of us kids to do this. 3. Walking to school and back by ourselves when the bus or a ride was not available. No one seemed to worry about strangers picking us up. Somehow, we knew to be careful and tough. 4. No helicopter parents. We climbed trees to heights that would have left us maimed or dead if we fell out of them even constructing swings up in the highest branches. We pushed each other in a red wagon down a long sloped driveway out into the street somehow lucky enough to avoid being run over by passing cars. My sibling even jumped off the garage roof for fun. We jumped out of swings when they reached the highest point sometimes hurting ourselves in the process but always having fun. One time my pinkie finger got caught in the metal swing chain and pulled my fingernail completely off when I jumped off. 5. We went door to door selling Campfire Girl candy and tickets to school events with no worries about dangerous perverts. Over time we learned which houses to avoid. 6. We ate halloween candy given to us by complete strangers all over our neighborhood and adjoining neighborhoods. There was no x-raying or parental check of the candy before we ate it. If something tasted funny, you spit it out. Our halloween candy included candy cigarettes.
Maggie, believe it or not as a Southern country lad I and everyone I knew were still experiencing your items 1-5 up through the '80's. But when I was a boy in the '70's I remember Halloween being ruined by the weirdos with razor blades and such. I think we can both agree that from the '80's on it all fell off a cliff. My generation is the last one I'd ever want to be part of.
@@k.b.tidwell You are right that the 1970s was the time of Halloween candy scares - razor blades, etc. I don't think Halloween has been the same since then. In the community where I live, they encourage a Halloween party for the kids in a large gathering at a local center and actively discourage door-to-door trick or treating.
@@Maggie-tr2kd I know what you're talking about. When my children were small the local mall had something like that go on, but in the last 15 years or so it has changed to being primarily the different churches that have kid's nights on Halloween with bouncy houses and such, so they won't be on the streets.
I was born in 1949.. I remember my younger brother and I were catching snakes..and putting them in a can with water 💦.. We thought they were big.. colorful worms. My Dad almost fainted when we SHOWED them to him !😅😂 ..am 75-now😊👍
I was born in 63. Playing outside, with other kids made a us learn to be social. We knew all the adults and law officers. The playgrounds back then were FUN!. They taught us to think for ourselves and fast. Some times we had TALL slides that were FAST, marry-go-round, or witches hat, and have a teen spin it FAST so we would fly off. There were swings so TALL at the top of swing one could see over roofs of houses. For many of us, we grew up with the US at war and saw it on the news, real footage of war. There were lots of army toys for us to play with to help us deal with things. Riding in the station wagon, with no seat belts, taught us to be aware and think and act fast. When the 80s started with a bang - computers were out. The first one were DOS and we had to learn the keywords. The old computers took knowledge to use, more that the GUI computers of today. When I was 9 my parents moved to western NC. (rural mountains) the school had abusive teachers and principle. Kids were often beat for no reason, some everyday, no mater how good they were. When I was 11 all the kids revolted All the kids made me leader. Every time a kid was abused, I call the sheriff. When I was 12 the 3 teachers and principle were arrested. It is sad knowing that kids today are forced to be pansies. If the US was ever to be attacked which kids do you think would make better soldiers, the kids of today or those of long ago?
Did you really call the sheriff? Good for you! I was born in 61 and I was beat by a drunken father constantly but I was scared of the police and to me, they always meant trouble. My father only stopped beating me when I became old enough to fight back, around age 13. He was a big, tough guy (physically, not mentally) so I had to pick things up to hit him with but I was able to cause enough damage to make him stop. After that, he ignored me and kicked me out to live on the porch until I left at around age 16. That's the way it was back then. By the way, the worse thing was when other adults would look down at me. I was dirty, unkept, undisciplined and feral. They looked at me and made a face and separated me from the other children. That hurt me the most. They blamed ME for being abused. They turned their nose up at me. It wasn't my fault! I was a good kid and I tried my best. To hell with all those adults and teachers who treated me like a bad kid just because my father was a drunk and beat the hell out of me. I was a smart, talented kid just put in the wrong circumstance. Please do not think badly of children who show signs of abuse and neglect, it's NOT their fault. Even if the kid is unruly, swears at you or fights you, please understand they don't know any better and it's the result of abuse at home. I'm not saying you should tolerate it, but understand that it is not a reflection of what that kid truly is.
@@hoangling4344 I also grew up with a abusive parents. When I just turned 3 I committed suicide, drowned myself. A neighbor did CPR. He called the sheriff and luckily they were really good officers. Growing up I met both good and bad officers. I hated my parents so bad, I made myself the opposite. It was easy, because they were so bad. I met other kids that were similar to your childhood. Sometimes I could talk sense into the parents. When I was 9 my parents moved to western NC rural mountains were I was abused in churches and at that school. IT is a long story, but the churches fell a few weeks before the school revolt. I guess because of my childhood it made me a strong leader.
Remember when the doctor used to come to our house Even in the city.1 day our doctor came I tried to put the thermometer Thinking it would Take it on the temp. But old Dr. Dimwit th just sat Patiently by the bed Until I calm down I was gonna have to have a shot of penicillin my mother was astounded she had never seen me act like that. But my wise old doctor just said give her a minute And she'll calm down. I still got the shot! Hurt like.....
As a boy living in the slums, our most popular pastime was learning to make our own toys and repair old ones, we loved it. When any of them broke, it was almost a case of, "great, gotta make a new one" :)
I'm a boomer .. I grew up hearing the stories of my parents having to walk through miles of snow to attend a one room schoolhouse. When the snow was really deep their parents would break out the horse pulled sleigh to get them there. Of course school was after they got up at 4am to break ice in the pond for the cows to drink .. and spread out some hay .. and fed the chickens .. well .. you get the picture. And after school they had more chores, helping clean up after dinner, then homework (by kerosene lamp) and then off to bed (as soon as darkness arrived). * So, growing up we were told repeatedly how easy we had it compared to our parents childhood .. and, to me, this sounds like a tradition repeated by each generation.
Technically correct, but as a 1948 Boomer I remember distinctly that the terms were used interchangeably; one meant the other. It didn't matter, we didn't like Russkies. My gt-grandfather (b.1864) once told my g'father (b.1887) that his generation was weak in muscle and brains! This tells me that dumping on the upcoming generation(s) has been going on a long time.
I wasn’t born till ‘67 so I’m not a “boomer,” but many of the topics in this vid were still relevant to my childhood in the early 70’s. Great times to be a kid
