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If you were born in the 1930’s and early 40’s, we exist as a very special age group.

If you were born in the 1930’s and early 40’s, we exist as a very special
age group.
We are the smallest group of children born since the early 1900’s.
We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression,
who can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world
at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.
We are the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to shoes to stoves.
We saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans.
We saw cars up on blocks because tires weren’t available.
I remember having to but a “boot…a large piece of leather” inside the automobile tire when a hole wore through the outer tread.
We also painted the top part of the car’s headlight black so the enemy (Germans) would not see them if we had an air raid at night.
We can remember milk being delivered to our house early in the
morning and placed in the “milk box” on the porch.
We didn’t have butter. We had nucoh (check the spelling), some oil byproduct that came in a pouch with a bead of coloring in the pouch. You broke the bead and massaged it into the goo, which turned yellow and looked lime butter.
We are the last to see the gold stars in the front windows of our
grieving neighbors whose sons died in the War.
We saw the ‘boys’ home from the war, build their little houses.
We are the last generation who spent childhood without television; instead, we imagined what we heard on the radio.
As we all like to brag, with no TV, we spent our childhood “playing outside”.
There was no little league.
There was no city playground for kids.
The lack of television in our early years meant, for most of us, that we had little real understanding of what the world was like.
On Saturday afternoons, the movies, gave us newsreels sandwiched in between westerns and cartoons.
Telephones were one to a house, often shared (party Lines)
and hung on the wall in the kitchen (no cares about privacy).
Computers were called calculators, they were hand cranked; typewriters were driven by pounding fingers, throwing the carriage, and changing the ribbon.
The ‘INTERNET’ and ‘GOOGLE’ were words that did not exist.
Newspapers and magazines were written for adults and the news was broadcast on our radio in the evening by Gabriel Heatter and later Paul Harvey.
As we grew up, the country was exploding with growth.
The G.I. Bill gave returning veterans the means to get an education and spurred colleges to grow.
VA loans fanned a housing boom.
Pent up demand coupled with new installment payment plans opened many factories for work.
New highways would bring jobs and mobility.
The veterans joined civic clubs and became active in politics.
The radio network expanded from 3 stations to thousands.
Our parents were suddenly free from the confines of the depression
and the war, and they threw themselves into exploring opportunities
they had never imagined.
We weren’t neglected, but we weren’t today’s all-consuming family focus.
They were glad we played by ourselves until the street lights came on.
They were busy discovering the post war world.
We entered a world of overflowing plenty and opportunity; a world where we were welcomed, enjoyed ourselves and felt secure in our future.
Although depression poverty was deeply remembered.
Polio was still a crippler.
There were TB (tuberculosis) clinics scatter around.
We came of age in the 50’s and 60’s.
The Korean War was a dark passage in the early 50’s and by mid-decade school children were ducking under desks for Air-Raid training.
Russia built the “Iron Curtain” and China became Red China ..
Eisenhower sent the first ‘Army Advisers’ to Vietnam.
Castro took over in Cuba and Khrushchev came to power.
We are the last generation to experience an interlude when there were no threats to our homeland. The war was over and the cold war, terrorism, “global warming”, and perpetual economic insecurity had yet to haunt life with unease.
Only our generation can remember both a time of great war, and a time when our world was secure and full of bright promise and plenty. lived through both.
We grew up at the best possible time, a time when the world was getting better. not worse.
We are “The Last Ones”
More than 99 % of us are either retired or deceased, and we feel privileged to have “lived in the best of times”!

And, despite many, many affiliated-to-war & poverty degradations, we were a lucky and happy bunch. Most of us can still smile about it. – –

Have yourself a Wonderful Day! *:-h wave
Gilbert Eugene

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