My father lost one eye from a BB gun fight.
With all of the ridiculous new regulations, coddling, and societal mores that seem to be the norm these days, it’s a miracle those of us over 30 survived our childhoods.
Here’s the problem with all of this babying: it creates a society of weenies.
There won’t be more more rebels because this generation has been frightened into submission and apathy through a deliberately orchestrated culture of fear. No one will have faced adventure and lived to greatly embroider the story
.Kids are brainwashed – yes, brainwashed – into believing that the mere thought of a gun means you’re a psychotic killer waiting for a place to rampage.
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Let me one more to that list, having a small amount of your dad's beer. I remember as a small kid, getting a amount of beer (maybe a tablespoonful or so), in glass just like dad had when I was with him at his favorite bar. I knew I was in dad's good graces when he would let me have some his beer. And not one person had a fit that I was having some beer. IF that were to be done today, then would be a SWAT team and CPS showing up to take your kid away from you.
ReplyDeleteReally. My oldest daughter, Emily, liked to come behind my chair and have a sip when I set it down. :) Once she took a bottle of fruit wine from the frig and downed a good bit. We noticed that something was wrong with her after that. :) Then once when we were visiting Daddy, she found a bottle of fruit flavored vitamins and swallowed many. I was was worried, but my father, a country doctor, said that it would be fine, she just pooed purple a couple of times. :)
DeleteI was maybe 3 when dad taught me to shoot. I wasn't allowed to bring dad beer after I discovered a shaken beer explodes on dad.. Grandpa got me a knife when i was 2 because i needed to learn to whittle.
ReplyDeleteWonderful memories. Thanks.
DeleteI went with my older sister to a bar, the Bangor House when I was fifteen. Dressed
ReplyDeleteup in heels, cocktail dress, hair in a French twist. It was an elegant type bar.
Nobody even thought of this being illegal or scared the police would come. I got
bored and headed out to be with my own friends. I use to drive on the interstate
when I was fourteen with the convertible top down; police never entered my mind.
Police were not the menace they have been made to be today.
Thanks. A different world.
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DeletePeople up here in the Appalachians lived off the grid for generations. Some still do, hidden away in a holler. Rebels, indeed.
ReplyDeleteEverything is public safety and national security when it suits the dictators:
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Yes and thanks. I went to military school in WVA and "We had a Hatfield and a McCoy at Greenbrier. There was constant trouble between them, but this was back when fights were expected. The rule was that as long as you fought behind "the old gym" it was permissible. How things have sadly changed."
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I don't remember not having a .22-rifle. I don't recall anyone giving it to me, but it was mine. I must have been very young. I got my Texas driver's license at age 14, the legal age back then. Live fast, die young, but I didn't.
ReplyDeleteRight after you first Red Ryder I imagine. :) Got my license the first day I was 15 in Virginia. Promptly got a speeding ticket one week later............:)
DeleteReading about the 11 y/o kid that was taken away from his family because he was "neglected" in the back yard for 1 1/2 hours before his folks got home from work,
ReplyDeleteI couldn't help wonder what they (whom ever "they" are) would have thought when my daddy put me (starting about age 10) on the seat of an Allis Chalmers tractor at 6am and left me there discing or plowing until 9:30 when he brought me a Pepsi and a honey bun and 10 gallons of gasoline for the tractor and then left me there again until he brought me 2 cheese burgers, another Pepsi and 10 more gallons of gasoline at about noon, then more gas and water at 3 pm and then I drove the tractor on to the house after dark by the glow of the blue hot exhaust gas?
It wasn't like I was a rookie. I started driving the tractor in the field to "truck tobacco"
at age 6 working for the tenant farmer while my dad was at work at his service station.
He died when I was 16 and if not for those years working on the farm I would not know half of what I know today. If that's abuse we need more of it. CH
See all the White Privilege you had.......? :) I was thinking the other day that I didn't remember it being hot working in the fields, but it must have been, just used to it I guess. I'll put up a song for us.
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