Reading. Lots of Louis L'Amour.
Yep, pretty well read all his books, most of Zane Grey's and many of Max Brand's as well.
For many of my childhood and teenage years, paper routes kept me fairly busy and provided some pocket money.
Reading. Lots of Louis L'Amour.
I 'read' the lingerie section of the Sears catalog if that's any help.
If, if ya know what I mean.
To see Little Rascals we had to go down to the YMCA to see them on 16mm. No cable TV in those days.
And the Charlie Joyce hockey series. You'd have to reserve them at the library months ahead.Yep, pretty well read all his books, most of Zane Grey's and many of Max Brand's as well.
For many of my childhood and teenage years, paper routes kept me fairly busy and provided some pocket money.
Do they lack it or are we, as a society, stifling it?
Parents raise their kids to have no creativity, and to only do activities that the parents have arranged.
Yuuuuup!What is the number one thing that young children play with on Christmas morning, 20 years ago, today and in 20 years time?
I'd bet real money the answer is: the box.
That was my point. The oft heard phrase is "Kids these days". But kids these days are just like kids have always been, it's we the adults (individual parents and society as a whole, in my opinion) that are making them into something else.
What is the number one thing that young children play with on Christmas morning, 20 years ago, today and in 20 years time?
I'd bet real money the answer is: the box.
Are thy buying all the kids bicycles and sandboxes? I'm starting another thread for this, Petros. Just heard on C.B.C. news that Cranbrook is getting a $100000 injection so the kids aren't so bored. What is happening? When we were kids if we had some flat ground, some sloped ground and some water we were busy and content from dawn to dusk. What's happening? Doesn't anyone shoot marbles any more? build forts? fly kites?
Yeah, it's called destructivity!
I 'read' the lingerie section of the Sears catalog if that's any help.
If, if ya know what I mean.
I have my dad's from 1940 and his dad's octagon barrel Winchester 1894 bought in 1901, from Sears came a single shot 12 dollar Cooey .22
My mom sent me that e-mail that makes the rounds every so often about how much better 'they' had it as kids, all the things they could do, and how kids these days are such wusses. I e-mailed her back and said... "If one of your grandkids got hurt doing any one of these things, what's the first thing you would say to me?" Her reply was that she'd rip a strip off me because I should know better, and she hadn't even thought about that fact before sending the e-mail. Skookumchuck's post made me think the same thing. When it hits the news that some kid got hurt out in the bush, all alone, the first thing everyone would say is... "What were the parents thinking!?"
Shouldn't they be having snowball fights?
And to keep beer and poutine curds cold.In July we need to save all the snow for the igloos. Don't you know anything about Canada?
That year at Christmas, from Sears came a single shot 12 dollar Cooey .22 that had me hoarding every penny from there on for "shells". Most came from taking a saddle horse out south through the "blowouts" 3 miles to the nearest patches of Wolf Willow along the dry creek bed. Pick the largest straight ones, cut with a hatchet, bundle and drag them home behind the horse for a nickel a post.
Good times preparing for the annual Rodeo! Yep, bored as hell;-)
Shouldn't they be having snowball fights?
I got one of those for Xmas when I was about 12. A box of shorts in those days was about 50 cents.
That's only good from September until late June!