We were raised in a small town. It was an innocent time. Most Mothers worked only at home, so every house was a haven, in case of emergency. And they also contained a monitor, who would not hesitate to correct a misbehaving child. But freedom was enjoyed, to walk, ride bikes, play games or just sit in the shade. Fresh air and sunshine were the order of the day. Chores? of course we had chores! Rainy days were spent inside, playing card games, reading a book, or baking cookies. No TV or computer, but a swing in the back yard or at the school playground. Shopping (really wishing) was done holding a catalog. NO allowances. What did we need money for? And if you were taken in to a store, you were told to NOT touch anything (and didn't!). Siblings shared rooms, closets and dresser drawers. Younger children wore hand me downs, so new items were really appreciated.
Not a better or worse life-just different. Seemed to be just as much happiness and smiles. Did we know about stress? Imagine the same ratio of dysfunctional people, does that ever change?
No comments:
Post a Comment