SILENT, BUT DEADLY

I am part of the “Silent Generation” or more commonly known as a Traditionalist – or those born from 1923-1945. We all have our pluses and minuses, but many of us old timers seem to think that the Newbies are on the road to destruction. I have to admit I’m one of those old Fuddy Duddys myself at times.

I grew up in an age of discovery which brought us the first automatic washing machine, the first television set and beautiful gas guzzling cars. It was a time when war was in the past, but still held the threat of possible nuclear actions. We had regular air raid drills when I was in school, where everyone would hide under their desk and cover their heads. I’m not sure how that would’ve saved us from anything, but we did it. Everyone knew all the words to the National Anthem; Coke was something you drank from a bottle; recycling meant taking that bottle back for a two cents refund.

Our entertainment consisted of going to a movie on Saturday and spending the entire day watching the same movie over and over for a quarter. I grew up with Shirley Temple and Judy Garland and experienced some of the most fabulous musicals ever to hit the screen. Of course in those days, movies weren’t rated.  They didn’t have to be.  They were melodramatic, over acted and delightfully unlike reality.  Today everything is about reality.  Who wants to be entertained by things that happen every day.  BORING!

Disposable bottles, diapers and phones were unheard of. Fast food was a sandwich we made ourselves. Our “social media” was getting together at a friend’s house to talk. or actually physically playing outdoors until it was time for lunch and supper.  We also communicated face to face, without the use of technology.  I remember calling each other on a tin can with a string.  Don’t ask.

Now us old fogies struggle with technology, and we live much longer than our predecessors. We see the mistakes that are being made in our government, in the raising of children, in education and in society as a whole. Because we’re living longer, we worry that we won’t have enough money to make it through the month.  We skimp on prescriptions so we can eat.  Our minds are still functioning, but our bodies are screaming for us to slow down.  The aged do not get the respect they deserve either.  Whatever happened to the fourth commandment? Oh, my, I sound like an old woman. Wait – I AM!

In my opinion, we should be like our forefathers and die young. Then we wouldn’t have so much time to sit around and complain about the younger generation.  In the meantime, let’s find the good in our world while there’s still some left.  The more we focus on the negative thinking of the media, the internet, the world – we become crabby, stodgy, old folks.  As long as we’re living longer, we should make the most of the rest of our lives.

About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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10 Responses to SILENT, BUT DEADLY

  1. hatrack4 says:

    I have written about when my mother worked on Saturdays at the doctor’s office. If I knew she was going to have me get a haircut, I would wheedle a quarter out of my grandmother. My mother would give me a dollar, and I would, by myself, walk down main street to the barbershop. Then I would walk back to the court square, and if I had the extra quarter I would get a fountain drink at the drug store. Then I would take a left for one block and see the matinee movie. If I had enough loose change, I would get popcorn. A 8 or 9 year old up through 13 walking the streets alone with no cares at all. And our town only got a fast food place about the time I graduated high school.

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      Times certainly have changed. We used to leave our door unlocked and we lived in the city. Now we have to install security systems and cameras to spot the criminals roaming our streets.

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  2. While I’m a Baby Boomer, I still remember our wringer washer (I tried putting my hand thru threw the wringer) and watching Daniel Boone fighting at the Alamo on our 10″ B/W TV.

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      Ouch that must have hurt – the wringer I mean – although watching tv on a 10” screen must have been painful too🥸

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  3. ken riddles says:

    Great stuff Cathy – it’s the way you write-em. 👍

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  4. May more of us learn from this generation . . . my parents’, too. Kathy, your final paragraph blesses each of us with a worthy call to action, no matter our generation.

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