Essays

Some Things We Keep


We grew up in the fifties, with practical parents – a Mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it , and then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it….A Father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.

The marriages were good, dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat, and Mom in a housedress, lawn mower in one hand, dish towel in the other.

It was a time for fixing things – a curtain rod, a kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem of a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing. I just once wanted to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant there’d always be more.

My Mom died. It was a clear summer’s night, and in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any ‘more’. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away….never to return.

So….while we have it…..love it, care for it……. fix it when it’s broken… and heal it when it’s sick. It’s true for marriage….old cars……children with bad report cards….dogs with bad hips…..brothers and sisters…….aging parents and grandparents. We keep and care for them because they are worth it…..because we are worthy of it.

Some things we keep….

Like a best friend that moved away – or – a classmate we grew up with…..there are some things that make life important, like people who are special….and so, we keep them close!

Courtesy of Zan Thompson Chamley…
WHS Class of “55”



We're So Lucky !

According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, 70's or even the early 80's, probably shouldn't have survived.

Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.
(Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.)

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors! We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. No cell phones. Unthinkable!

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, video games, 99 channels on cable, videotape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms. We had friends! We went outside and found them.

We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents? We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors! Tests were not adjusted for any reason.

Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected, one to hide behind. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

And you're one of them. Congratulations!

You are welcomed to pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good.

Received from several classmates during the year...