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Surviving the good ol' days

Posted by: admin at 9:32 am on December 13th, 2016

I have been telling my grandchildren about how I grew up, what we did, what we ate and about how our lifestyle was so different. I know you do trivia from time to time - just wondering if you could share some good ol' days trivia?

Oh yes. My weakness is trivia. So let me take you back in time and back in my memory - how did we survive?

Our baby cribs were covered in lead paint that we gnawed on during teething, but never got sick.

There were no childproof lids on anything.

We rode in cars without seatbelts, airbags and certainly no air conditioning.

I rode in the back of a pick-up truck on the highway many times.

My cousin and I built a go-cart that we rode up and down the road - that was our entertainment, not playstations, videos or any other electronics.

We had three channels on our black and white televisions, not 150 channels.

We had friends.

We got a sore throat and mother just wrapped a couple of pieces of bacon in a cup towel with some vinegar poured on it and wrapped it around our throat as we slept. No sore throat the next morning.

It was safe to drink out of the water hose.

We walked or rode our bikes to our friends and cousins houses to see if they could come out and play - there were no cell phones and many did not have home phones.

I wanted a horse, and got one. Well, not a real horse - my dad showed me how to make one-out of a stick. That worked. Got a lot more exercise riding my stick horse.

I am not sure who came up with the phrase "Necessity is the mother of invention." I just remember my dad telling us if we wanted something, we needed to figure out how to make it.

We ate bread and butter and were not fat, tired or lazy because we rode our stick horse all day long.

We did not snack in between meals - that was a sure fire way to ruin our appetite.

Animals were not fed growth hormones or genetically modified feed, they were raised on grass and a lot of human love.

We drank milk out of glass bottles - that was fresh and in most cases, like with me, I helped my brother milk the cow. And then we separated the cream from the milk in a machine that mother just knew we would lose our arm in. We didn't.

Oh, those days bring back some great memories and always fun to share.

Thought for the week: There are only two ways to handle tense situations; you can change them or you can change the ways you look at them.

Phylis B. Canion is a doctor of naturopathic medicine and is a certified nutritional consultant; email her at docphylis@gmail.com. This column is for nutritional information only and is not intended to treat, diagnose or cure.