My mom used to make chicken sandwiches, chop eggs and spread butter on bread on the same cutting board with the same knife but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.
Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not ice pack coolers and stayed that way till lunchtime but I can't remember anyone getting e.Coli.
We dipped our feet in lakes and ponds and didn't come home half dead with infection.
We all took PT.....And risked permanent injury with a pair of white keds from Batas instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors that cost as much as a small car. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now if we spend thousands on branded running shoes.
We got a slap at home for doing something wrong at school, they used to call it discipline, yet we all grew up to accept the rules and to honour and respect those older than us.
We chanted the tables and all learned to read and write, do maths and spell almost all the words needed to write a grammatically correct letter........, FUNNY THAT!!
We all said prayers in school irrespective of our religion or sang the national anthem and no one got upset.
Staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention and we tried not to mention it at home.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.
I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations. We weren't!!
Oh yeah.....And where were the antibiotics and sterilisation kit when I when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
We played catch or cricket on vacant sites and when we got hurt, mom pulled out the bottle of iodine and we dreaded the sting.
Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10 day dose of antibiotics and then mom calls the lawyer to sue the site owner for not putting up a fence.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?
We never needed to get into group therapy and/or anger management classes. If there were anything psychologically wrong with us there were ten people at home waiting to tell us.
We were obviously so duped by so many societal alls, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!
How did we ever survive?
Love to all of us who shared this era.
And to all who didn't, sorry for what you missed.
I wouldn't trade it for anything!
Aaaah, those were the days!!!
Tailpiece.
Got up at a 20' to 7, the chores, opened up the house and was ready by a quarter to 10.
Spoke to Rema and Mini. The caretaker had called up to say that there were 5 workers in our compound and that should finish up the job by tomorrow.
A quiet day otherwise.
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