My Generation

They called us the TV generation. Because that was pretty much all we had. No smartphones. No computers. No internets.

We had a family TV. That was all. Some families had two TVs, but these were rich families. A few kids had TVs in their actual bedrooms, but these were kids known as “brats.”

Specifically, my family had a Zenith console TV that was about the size of a Waffle House. It sat in our den. The TV played “programs,” not “shows.”

We did not “stream.” We did not “binge-watch.” Episodes didn’t “drop.” We had commercial breaks wherein tiny men rowed little boats around inside toilet bows. Commercials wherein a strange older man reminded housewives not to suggestively squeeze toilet tissue.

We had no Disney Plus. No movie channels playing on iPad tablets. The only tablets we had were the ones Moses gave us.

My family didn’t have cable television. We were like a lot of blue-collar families. We simply had an antenna. This antenna was made of aircraft aluminum and picked up exactly four channels: Channel 4, Channel 5, Channel 9, and Fred Rogers.

The antenna stuck out of your rooftop and looked like the weather vane from hell. Whenever the TV picture got fuzzy, the antenna could be easily pointed in different directions so that absolutely nothing would happen.

To reorient your antenna for a better signal, your mother stood downstairs, watching the screen, shouting commands through an open window to your old man, who was on the roof, painstakingly turning the antenna.

“Wait! Wait!” your mother would shout to him. “Okay, stop! No, wait! Go back! STOP! HOLD IT!”

The picture would be clear for exactly six seconds until your old man let go of the antenna. Which would unground the signal and ruin everything. This is why many evenings, everyone’s fathers just drank beer on the roof.

Thus, fundamentalist families like mine planned entire days around our family-based programs. Such as, “The Lawrence Welk Show,” or “Mother Angelica Live.”

When your program started, the whole family gathered into one room. We did this even if it wasn’t convenient because, here’s the thing, there were no second chances. You had one shot to watch your program with the rest of the world. And then it was over. No do-overs.

And if, by chance, you had to get up to pee during an important program, there was no “pause” button. So you had to do your business quickly at the toilet, being careful not to push too hard so as not to damage important urinary sphincters.

Our generation had to live in the moment. We couldn’t go “online” and rewatch episodes later. There was no online. There were no computers.

Our lives were computer-less except for the Texas Instruments calculator in your old man’s desk drawer. This was a brilliant little machine that could add and subtract.

Also, you could type in the numbers 7734, turn the calculator upside down, and the digital numbers would form the world “HELL.” You would do this for hours. Then you’d go back to watching interior paint dry.

Although we were the TV generation, our main entertainment device wasn’t the boob tube. As a kid, the primary entertainment tool was your bike. Every kid had a bike. Even foot washing Baptists who didn’t own TVs had bikes.

A bike was your door to the real world.

On non-school days, you told Mama you were going to a friend’s house. Then, you got on your bike and you pedaled 129 miles, uphill, through the sleet, until you got to your buddy’s place.

Then, do you know what you did? You knocked on the door and engaged in a conversation with an actual adult. You made eye contact.

“Can Rachel play?” you asked.

“She can’t play right now,” Rachel’s mother would say.

Because Rachel was off hanging the laundry, darning her socks, waxing the floors, painting her house, or performing some other hapless chore we in the TV generation had to do.

And you dealt with this rejection. It was hard, yes. But rejection was part of life. Our parents didn’t shield us from rejection.

When we played baseball, for example, we had winners and losers. Winners got trophies. Losers dealt with their rejection maturely. We did this by shaking winners’ hands, then going to the parking lot to key their cars.

We did unsafe things. Our playgrounds had no cushioning. We had tetanus-covered tornado slides that would peel the skin right off your shoulder blades.

We wandered into the woods to start campfires, build forts, dam creeks, make rope swings, and try to injure each other by throwing sticks that looked like boomerangs.

We did all this without ever once snapping a photograph of it. Without once taking a selfie. Without ever sending a text message or shooting video.

The phone has already replaced my camera, newspaper, alarm clock, map, calendar, television, radio, and mailbox. I’m not going to let it replace my memories.


  1. Ed (Bear) - August 22, 2022 8:05 am

    Those memories are precious… and funny. The “good old days”. Today, I sometimes think we are turning into outer space aliens. I started a new “blog” a couple days ago and Terry was the first to comment. I gave Terry some advice that from the social age you are referring to in your article, would probably sound like space alien talk. I told her that she might need to clear her “browser cache” in order to remedy a “non secure internet site” message. What are we coming to. The word “innocent” may soon disappear from our vocabulary.

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  4. Donna McChristian - August 22, 2022 9:22 am

    Thank you for being my fading memories. All except the car keying. Oh yes, I thought it! Just never followed through. A degree of restraint that leaves me wondering if I ever really lived at all.

  5. Leigh Amiot - August 22, 2022 9:25 am

    I think sometimes of relatives long gone from the earth, what in the world they would think if they came back for a moment and heard of people taking pictures with their phone. My chiropractor has seen a dramatic uptick of young people with neck anomalies from years of looking down at their mobile devices.

    I, too, am working on overdependence on mobile devices. I’ve reached into the past and brought back drying clothes on a clothesline. I play vinyl albums on a small stereo system I bought online—best of both worlds. A whole lot of us have found out what is good about these devices and what is not, and a course correction is in order. I reopened a couple of social media accounts recently and deleted them already. Too many thoughts out there which should remain unpublished!

    Not your column and the comments, though. I find kindness, civility, humor, truth and often a bonus trip to memory lane here.

  6. Ann Thompson - August 22, 2022 9:28 am

    Excellent essay today. Brought back plenty of memories. Thank you.

  7. Gordon Walden - August 22, 2022 9:34 am

    Amen Brother!

  8. sflouden - August 22, 2022 10:14 am

    I really enjoyed this. Much like my childhood except from a little girls point of view. My girlfriend…next door neighbor and I pushed our doll carriages around the block or two. We had Picnics in the woods…or played Mama and daughter…with me as the mother as I was a year older 🙂 such happy memories…thanks for reminding me/

  9. Julie Hall - August 22, 2022 10:28 am

    Sweet words today! Thanks for the reminder of my childhood!! Saturday morning cartoons and scary black and whites films in the afternoon – but only in the winter. Summer was sun up to sun down out in the “wild”!

  10. Liz - August 22, 2022 10:43 am

    Amen indeed!

  11. Te - August 22, 2022 11:11 am

    I grew up without tv. I read books. We did all the things you did. We popped tar bubbles on the street. I don’t remember noticing the heat except at night. There was no AC. All the kids would watch tv at the one neigh who had one on Saturday morning – Roy Rogers and Sky King, Rintintin, and Lassie. My granny had a tv. Mom, my brother and i would go visit her in Nashville about 4 times a year. Dad never went. We would watch all those shows, including wrestling. Then Jack-a-daddy would go up to bed for 2 hours before he had to go to work on the graveyard shift at DuPont as a night guard. Then we’d watch a scary movie, and I’d hide behind a chair. It was a magical time, and I thank God it was my childhood.

  12. Paul McCutchen - August 22, 2022 11:18 am

    Yep ol Mr. Whipple telling us not to squeeze the Charmin. Living in the country we only had 3, 5, 13 and 10 which was PBS. When my oldest son was born I was the one that did the early morning feeding and I think he was a lot more relaxed when channel 3 started having all night movies. I think my singing gave him colic.

  13. Patricia Collins - August 22, 2022 11:20 am

    Amen to that. This new generation will never know and learn from our generation because they’re too busy on their phones.

  14. sheilla - August 22, 2022 11:23 am

    felt like I was reliving my childhood reading this. so glad I grew up when I did.

  15. Debi Walter - August 22, 2022 11:28 am

    Who can forget walking up to watch TV only to see the American flag waving as they played the national anthem, marking the start of a new day. TV went off the air during the night.
    We always had to be home before the street lights came on. Something I failed to do more often than not! Seeing my Mom or Dad driving in the car looking for me struck fear in my heart; I was in trouble!
    Thanks for the memories, Sean.

  16. Wayne Woods - August 22, 2022 12:00 pm

    Amen! Just Amen!

  17. Diana - August 22, 2022 12:01 pm

    Thanks for a reminder of the good old days and for a good laugh today.

  18. Priscilla Hampton Tester - August 22, 2022 12:05 pm

    This was my childhood-a child growing up in the 50’s. I look forward to your posts. Thank you.

  19. ronetc - August 22, 2022 12:05 pm

    We were a poor rural family but must have been technologically advanced: our above-roof antenna was attached from tube in ground up pole to the exterior wall, so father could stand on ground to rotate the pole and antenna. Still did not help, of course. We only had two channels, so we watched everything that was on: ballet then wrestling then baseball (STL of course) then opera, whatever was on. We got a lot of variety that way and exposed to various cultural peaks and valleys. Now with 783 channels all anyone ever watches is their own favorite genre, so living in cultural ruts.

    • Harold - August 23, 2022 2:01 am

      Excellent point about the exposure to various TV genres. In Middle Georgia, we received one dependable TV signal in Macon until another became available in Columbus. The Atlanta stations were faint and unreliable on the Southside of Macon. Antenna rotation was required to “pull in” Columbus. I therefore watched whatever was on when weather didn’t allow outdoor rambling, learning things accidentally. Even a kid could watch the news and learn from Walter Cronkite or figure out that wrestling was fake. Same with some of the TV preachers. Lessons learned.

  20. Melanie - August 22, 2022 12:10 pm

    🎶🎶🎶Precious Memories…how they linger🎶🎶🎶

  21. Jill - August 22, 2022 12:16 pm

    Still watch Lawrence Welk, then there was Mickey Mouse Club, Ed Sullivan, Arthur Godfrey,
    Lone Ranger, Elmer Fudd, (TV was on from 7am-8am, then 7pm to 8pm or if you stayed up really late you could watch the star spangled banner) all in glorious black and white or riding around with a card between spokes of bike wheels, and
    on Memorial Day, red, white and blue streamers in between the spokes for the parade. A simplier time.

  22. Ron M - August 22, 2022 12:26 pm

    How about a time when your mom allowing your ten year old self to take the bus from 72 Ave and the Trail, all the way to downtown Miami, FL., alone? Well not alone she sent your little brother along … for your to mind. The reward for that childcare was the Five & Dime for lunch, and then a Disney movie. With cash and coins in pocket, the expectation was that you manage the funding and return with some change. There was no expressed concern for his safety, nor mine, she just assumed it! Different times indeed!

  23. Pat D. - August 22, 2022 12:28 pm

    A better time,a better way,now lost forever sadly!!!

  24. john crawford - August 22, 2022 12:29 pm

    wow, how old are you?
    ok just kidding.
    this was really good—-really flashed me back.
    there is something to be said for “old school” stuff like bikes and books and friends and memories.
    Thanks Sean

  25. sjhl7 - August 22, 2022 12:41 pm

    Those were the days! Trusting the world and the people who inhabited it. Peace, calm and a day spent riding your bike!

  26. bjcovington - August 22, 2022 12:59 pm

    Simpler times for sure. I remember sitting on friends porch in West Texas during the summertime eating ice from an ice tray that we had crushed and sprinkled salt on……real treat. Also making lots of mud pies and thankfully lots of reading. Good memories. Thanks for sharing yours.

  27. dbdicks430 - August 22, 2022 1:07 pm

    Love this, so many memories,especially the TV antenna part. Remember the invention of “in house” antenna controls where you could turn a knob to move the contraption on the roof? My dad loved it, of course.
    One thing we did growing up in SC was to race on our bikes behind the “mosquito truck” that was spraying DDT up and down each street, breathing in the fumes. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with our brains today, but we sure had fun.

  28. Cheri Paradise - August 22, 2022 1:07 pm

    Dear Sean,
    Oh, how the memories you speak of tell the story of my life! We had one of those antennas as well, just like everyone else. As the oldest, I would send my sister outside to turn the antenna pole. My Dad didn’t want the antenna on the roof, so he mounted it on a pole, and I would send my sister outside and shout at her thru the window, “left, a little more, no, back right. STOP! Right there!” and she would rush back in to watch the program. We would “call” the TV on nights that we wanted to watch something that we liked, such as the Dukes of Hazzard or the Waltons.
    We lived in the country and we had only 4 channels; channel 3-CBS, channel 9-ABC, channel 10-NBC, and Georgia Public TV. My grandmother lived in “town” and she the coveted cable service that had Super Station 17, which was Ted Turner’s channel. Everyone in the state of Georgia watched Super Station 17. Everything on that channel started at like 8:05 or 3:05, odd times like that, but never at 8 am or 3 pm.
    We stayed with my grandmother every day after school. She was a piano teacher, so she would teach piano in the “front of the house” and me, my sister, and all of my cousins who also stayed at my grandmothers after school, would pile into her bedroom to watch on her giant Curtis Mathis TV, the glorious programs of the Brady Bunch and Gilligan’s Island and I Dream of Jeanie. Oh, how wonderful it was to fully watch a program and no one have to go outside to rotate the antenna. That same TV at my grandmother’s also played her “stories” (soap operas) everyday and As the World Turns was her favorite. In the summers she would line up all of her grandkids that stayed with her during the day while their parents worked, and there were a lot of us, and she would gives a paper grocery bags from the Piggly Wiggly store and we would have to sit there and shell peas and butter beans while she watched her stories. And no one, I mean no one, talked while her stories were on. If they did they got a whack from the fly swatter. Haha!
    I just wanted to say thank you for the memories that you call up from my mind with your articles and podcasts. They remind me of how good life really was.
    Keep up the good work!
    Your friend from Georgia,
    Cheri Paradise

    • David - August 22, 2022 3:23 pm

      Cheri…I had forgotten “stories” (my grandmother and aunt in Arkansas used that term). They also said “pictures” for movies…I assume from “moving pictures.” Thanks

  29. David Britnell - August 22, 2022 1:09 pm

    Spot on!

  30. J. Seifert - August 22, 2022 1:17 pm

    Excellent article and very true. Too bad we can’t go back to some of those family activities!

  31. cahterry - August 22, 2022 1:34 pm

    This post, make me thing that you grew up at my house,P S don!’t forget the aluminum role for the an tenna

  32. Suellen - August 22, 2022 1:46 pm

    My daughter is amazed when I tell her that when I was growing up my 3 brothers and I went outside when we got up and didn’t have to be home until supper time. Mom never knew where we were or what we were doing. We had lots of kids in our neighborhood so daily games of football or baseball. One favorite was exploring the woods down the street and playing in the creek. Unfortunately my daughter is afraid to even let my granddaughters play out in the yard unattended.

  33. Kris Smith - August 22, 2022 1:51 pm

    Spot on Sean! Brought back so many wonderful memories and how lucky we were to live back then. Life was simple. Being outside all the time was a gift!

  34. Trudy - August 22, 2022 2:00 pm

    Out with neighbors all day long in the summer. When it was time for supper my Dad would whistle really loud and me and my siblings knew to get our butts home.

  35. Mark J. Weaver - August 22, 2022 2:22 pm

    And you had to watch the corny Lawrence Welk show before Gunsmoke came on.

  36. Terry - August 22, 2022 2:33 pm

    Thanks for the lovey walk down memory lane. Those were some days!

  37. Penny Pickel - August 22, 2022 2:43 pm

    Don’t forget the rabbit ears with aluminum foil wrapped around the ends! You did a great job of describing my childhood. Thank you!

  38. Carol Pilmer - August 22, 2022 2:45 pm

    Yes….And That’s The Way It Was! Thanks for the reminder…

  39. Trent - August 22, 2022 2:48 pm

    Homemade bike ramps and gravel encrusted road rash. Neighborhood “chase” games. Kill the carrier. Shirts & Skins. Hot Box. Red Rover. Freeze Tag. Come in when the lights came on or the bell rang. I wrote a book once in my mind’s eye – “The Death of the Neighborhood”. This is where all socialization and maturation took place. Toby Keith’s 35MPH Town! Thanks Sean – for remembering and keeping it real.

  40. Mary - August 22, 2022 3:01 pm

    As usually you have brought both a tear to my eye and a smile to my face. Boy how I miss those simpler times!

  41. Steve McCaleb - August 22, 2022 3:08 pm

    When they write the final epitaph on the tombstone of western civilization, I sincerely hope that include the names of the murderers that killed it. The internet and the cell phone.

  42. Sandy Burnett - August 22, 2022 3:25 pm

    That’s the good thing about memories, we don’t replace them. Add to them each day but we will always have them somewhere, filed in the depths of our minds.

  43. Ann Davis - August 22, 2022 3:39 pm

    Amen to our wonderful memories and thanks for reminding me of so many of them. The best of times!!

  44. Patricia Gibson - August 22, 2022 4:08 pm

    And even out if all that, children today miss out on the calmer more stress free time to grow up🥲❤️

  45. Gordon - August 22, 2022 4:16 pm

    A wonderful, wonderful post Sean. I can totally relate to each paragraph of your post because that was my life in the 50’s-60’s in “small town south Alabama “. We rode bikes, played outside, went swimming and water skiing at Lake Jackson, helped around the house, camped out, went to church, took Sunday afternoon adventure rides with our grandparents, watched our shows on the black and white tv. I even had a weekend job at my grandparents grocery store, bagging groceries then taking them to the persons vehicle. My Papa and I even delivered groceries to individuals homes. What wonderful, wonderful memories I shall ALWAYS cherish!! Thank you Sean for another wonderful post!!

  46. J W - August 22, 2022 4:47 pm

    Well Sean I must correct you here. Most everything is spot on. Well, almost.
    You see, we had a pole antenna and it could be turned from the porch. Dad didn’t turn it…I did! I was also his remote for the TV
    After riding the bike uphill for 129 miles, then stop at Ben’s. He was still cutting grass. I sit on my bike for a bit on the street, laughing at Ben. Then proceed to Rachel’s.
    Rachel’s mom would answer the door. She would tell me Racheal is still doing her chores. I’d reply, Ma’am may I help her finish so we can swing a little bit before it rains. Rachel’s mom would let me come in and help. See, not only would that make Racheal smile and get through faster. It also made her mom smile and cut a little slack and drop off a few chores for the day. I would also get the bigger glass of Kool-ade. Ben would also lose his girlfriend, Racheal, because the next five years Racheal and I were an inseparable item. Then just drifted apart.
    So, Racheal, which is not your real name, sorry I never got to take you on that car date.

  47. Elwood White - August 22, 2022 5:04 pm

    I just use my phone as a phone

  48. Myles Fuqua - August 22, 2022 5:48 pm

    This is great. I may with your permission reuse this but change a couple of things? Respectfully requested.

  49. Buddy Caudill - August 22, 2022 6:29 pm

    I can definitely relate to what you’ve written here.
    Add rolling an old car tire !

  50. thomas penn montgomery - August 22, 2022 6:32 pm

    And that is why we call those days the “GOOD TIMES”

  51. Sandra Bradley - August 22, 2022 6:37 pm

    I lived during that time….love it…didn’t realize it would be such a wonderful time of my life.
    Thanks for reminding me of such great memories!

  52. Michael G - August 22, 2022 7:45 pm

    Well, this is easy to read fiction that probably hits home for a lot of baby boomers, but would be fiction for a Xennial, like Sean, born in 1982 when computers were around and Lawrence Welk had stopped filming. Plus, sleet in Florida, really.

  53. Jocelyn - August 22, 2022 7:46 pm

    True Dat! We lived dangerously and loved it.

  54. southerngirlalways - August 22, 2022 8:34 pm

    Sean, you are a wonderful writer and as a southerner, I so relate to your columns! Yes, to going out every day with my brother and friends on our bikes. Staying out forever and not coming home until dark or we got hungry. Our dad did the antenna thing, of course. We had only a b/w TV most of my growing up years. In elementary school a friend in the neighbor would invite my brother and me to see Walt Disney’s Wonderful World of Color on some Sunday nights. And, at one point one of our TVs died and my father took out the tube and put a family photo in the front of it. Then he placed another TV on top of it! I remember driving home from church on a Sunday night in 1964. (Yes, we attended morning and evening on Sundays!) My father said, “I need to get home and watch Ed Sullivan and see these boys from England.” I had no idea who the Beatles were until that evening and I was 12! With technology today I’m guessing toddlers know who Jay-Z and Kanye West are. And, back then we all seemed to watch TV together as a family: The Jackie Gleason Show, Red Skelton, Andy Griffith, and Gomer Pyle. I also agree that our parents didn’t shield us from rejection or anything else that was challenging or scary. We didn’t have much growing up but it was a good life with family, friends and experiences. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

  55. Mary McNeil - August 22, 2022 8:37 pm

    Sean, I am older than you so I know darn well we also had Anacin Tablets.

  56. Sandi. - August 22, 2022 8:39 pm

    Sean, your last two sentences speak VOLUMES. The world is so very different now from our childhood days. Not long ago I read a report stating that statistics already predict that a child of age 13 today who lives to age 70, will have spend approximately ELEVEN YEARS of their life on a cell phone. Actually, I think it’s more years than that though.

  57. Rebecca Souders - August 22, 2022 9:15 pm

    Nice, Sean, as always… Good memories and good thoughts!

  58. Linda Moon - August 22, 2022 9:56 pm

    Living in the moment. Our lives are richer and fuller when we do that. My moments could’ve been gone long ago, including a scary challenge yesterday. But I made it to today. And I’m so happy your moments are filled with memories, but be careful – the phone’s already replaced a lot!

  59. Carolyn Geck - August 22, 2022 10:14 pm


  60. David S Doom - August 22, 2022 10:51 pm

    I am older than you, but we had tablets. They came from Blue Horse and had recycled looking paper with lines for writting. The solid blue ones were futher apart and were for capital and tall letters, and the lighter dashed lines between them were for lower case letters. You had to write around the bumps of non-completely processed wood chips in the paper.

  61. MAM - August 22, 2022 10:56 pm

    I love the memories that you, Sean, talk about (been there, done that), and I had to laugh at Bear, because I, too, run a website and have to explain to readers about clearing the browser cache. How the meaning of words can change over the decades. Browsing was done in a library or on a shopping trip. And a cache was something hidden (well, I guess it still sort of is), and clearing could be the clouds leaving and the sun coming out or clearing out a room of old junk or clearing your throat. Sounds like a project. Take a word whose definition has been changed and give its old and newer meanings. Hmmm (I don’t need any more projects, thank you. I can’t keep up with my current ones.)

  62. Jan Parker - August 22, 2022 11:04 pm

    Last year at the private Christian school where I teach, we banned cell phones. Not because we’re against them, but because the students never interacted with each other. They spent their entire lunch time with their face in a phone.When we told them we were banning phones, you would have thought we had amputated a limb…with no anesthesia! But you know what? They survived the whole school year with no phones. And they learned to TALK to each other. No one died from not having their phone. And they made memories with each other. Best thing we ever did was banning those phones!

  63. Deborah E Kelly - August 23, 2022 12:36 am

    Sean, how old are you? That was a great column. Thank you!

    • Sandi. - August 23, 2022 5:33 am

      Deborah, Sean will be 40 on December 29th, 2022, unless he gave the wrong info when someone else posed the same question several months ago. I wrote it down on my 12 month calendar so I could remember to wish him a Happy Birthday!

  64. George Diehl - August 23, 2022 1:58 am

    And even before tv ( I must be a bit older ) there was life, freedom, risk and reward and dinner with the family – yours or a friends. We all had extended families that enriched our lives and broadened our vistas.

  65. Debra D Hudson - August 23, 2022 2:32 am

    Very good!! Thanks for the memories!

  66. April McGough - August 23, 2022 2:42 am

    That was my childhood

  67. Slimpicker - August 23, 2022 3:03 am

    Those were the days of Abbott & Costello, Amos & Andy, The Bowery Boys, Denis the Menace just to name a few.

  68. AlaRedClayGirl - August 23, 2022 4:05 am

    Those days were great, too bad we didn’t realize it at the time. Thanks for the memories.

  69. Tawanah Fagan Bagwell - August 23, 2022 4:42 am

    That really is the way it was. We lived in the moment. What a concept!

  70. patriciasimmonstaylor - August 23, 2022 5:30 am

    Thanks for the memories! This was back when the world made sense. We had it made and didn’t even know it!

  71. John R - August 23, 2022 11:26 am

    I remember a mud puddle at the base of a pile of bulldozed dirt on a construction site that became the WWII Pacific Ocean. Flat pieces of wood became Japanese aircraft carriers bound for Midway. Dirt clods (airplanes) crowded their decks. And me and my best friend became the allies, bombing the enemy from above with rocks to save the American fleet. That was an entire morning’s worth of entertainment.

    I’m glad I was raised before smart phones.

  72. John R - August 23, 2022 12:48 pm

    Recently, as I was taking my 3 mile walk around my little neighborhood and seeing kids out ‘playing’, glued to their smartphones; I was reflecting on these very things . We did all this. We rode our bikes to our friends’ houses and played all day until suppertime/dark. You weren’t allowed to stay inside and just sit, summer OR winter. We watched TV programs on a Zenith console roughly the size of an M-1 tank.

    I remember a mud puddle at the base of a pile of bulldozed dirt on a construction site that became the WWII Pacific Ocean. Flat pieces of wood became Japanese aircraft carriers bound for Midway. Dirt clods (airplanes) crowded their decks. And me and my best friend became the allies, bombing the enemy from above with rocks to save the American fleet. That was an entire morning’s worth of entertainment.

    I’m glad I was raised before smart phones.

  73. Cathy Weaver - August 23, 2022 1:52 pm

    And don’t forget the strategically placed piece of “tin foil” on the antenna. It was supposed to be a magic fix.

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  75. Vickie Garmon - August 23, 2022 9:35 pm

    That was my childhood also. Except no one has mentioned the fact that if the president was giving a speech your tv watching was shot. We only had 2 channels and it seemed like the president spoke for hours! Would not trade anything for my memories of my childhood.

  76. Chasity Davis Ritter - August 24, 2022 2:22 am

    5318008. It looks better in actual calculator letters but we wrote this one and laughed too. We were so very clever. Maybe we call them the good old days because now that we’re getting old we remember just how good they really were. Or maybe it’s the nostalgia of it all. But I’m thankful for spell check and autocorrect can get me in trouble sometimes when. I don’t proof read. But still thanks for the little trip down memory lane. I’ve been there a lot the past few days searching through boxes of actual photographs for my father in laws memorial video. Lots of discussing the good old days with family. And so so many memories. Yep not taking mine either but I will admit I’m thankful for the “live pictures” on my phone that saved his voice for just a little while longer. And thankful my mind and heart and can touch them when ever I need a memory played back in the future.

  77. Steve Scott - August 24, 2022 8:00 pm

    Yes sir, the good ole days (not sure why we called it that). Brings back the memories of the “Monkey Bars”. That would be a great one for a lawyer commercial. “If you were ever hurt or suffered damage from monkey bars when you were in elementary school, please call this number…. You could be entitled to compensation…

  78. David B Conkle - August 25, 2022 9:20 pm

    I’m almost breathless. So true Sean!

  79. Gayla - October 10, 2022 4:11 pm

    Amen. (It’s a miracle! A woman of few words)


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