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.
Not enough for kids to do in city of 25,000!
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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.
What's that boy doing in there with the Sears catalog again?
Yeah, we know what ya mean.
I didn't have cable growing up either. Being closer to the border though we were able to pick up grainy images from Detroit stations, lol, including whatever station showed the old Our Gang shows.
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.
Hysterical people read national news coverage and rant about how the world is going to hell in a handbasket, and the youth of today are to blame. Thus they equally fear for our youth, and fear our youth. The end result is that no one wants them 'free range' because they are SURE to either kill or be killed. Thus, parents get chastised if the kids are running free, vehicles feel justified in not watching for children playing, and neighbourhoods stop watching one another's children's safety. So, unless there is structured activity for them, kids can't do a damn thing.
You should see the sheer glee and amazement of a bunch of city kids set loose on 20 acres.
Case in point.
Nat Geo gave us our first view of the real thing. Then in my teens there were dark rumors of Swedish porn movies............
In the early 50's my old reprobate uncle gave me a pie plate and taught me to pan flour gold in the aptly named "Goldstream" just outside Victoria. Still enjoy it to this day.
Next stop was an uncle's ranch in east central Alberta where the threshing crews (thrashing) still reigned. Horse teams and binders, hay forks and high wagons among omnipresent clouds of dust.
Lots to do after the 12 hr days of milking, feeding calves and pigs, haying, milking and feeding again, etc were over or the very rare rain gave a day off.
Harness up the team, hook up the stoneboat, load a couple 45 gal drums, go to the slough, bucket the drums full then go drown gophers for 2 cents a tail. 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;-)
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!?"
I have my dad's from 1940 and his dad's octagon barrel Winchester 1894 bought in 1901
Yep, have to admit the idiot box and other media venues are making us paranoid. We quit licking envelopes for fear of rat feces in the glue. :lol::lol::lol:
In July we need to save all the snow for the igloos. Don't you know anything about Canada?
This is making the rounds.
"Northland College (NZ) principal John Tapene has offered the following words from a judge who regularly deals with youth.
"Always we hear the cry from teenagers 'What can we do, where can we go?'
... My answer is, "Go home, mow the lawn, wash the windows, learn to cook, build a raft, get a job, visit the sick, study your lessons, and after you've finished, read a book."
"Your town does not owe you recreational facilities and your parents do not owe you fun. The world does not owe you a living, you owe the world something. You owe it your time, energy and talent so that no one will be at war, in poverty or sick and lonely again."
"In other words, grow up, stop being a cry baby, get out of your dream world and develop a backbone, not a wishbone. Start behaving like a responsible person. You are important and you are needed. It's too late to sit around and wait for somebody to do something someday. Someday is now and that somebody is you..."
"Northland College (NZ) principal John Tapene has offered the following words from a judge who regularly deals with youth.
"Always we hear the cry from teenagers 'What can we do, where can we go?'
... My answer is, "Go home, mow the lawn, wash the windows, learn to cook, build a raft, get a job, visit the sick, study your lessons, and after you've finished, read a book."
"Your town does not owe you recreational facilities and your parents do not owe you fun. The world does not owe you a living, you owe the world something. You owe it your time, energy and talent so that no one will be at war, in poverty or sick and lonely again."
"In other words, grow up, stop being a cry baby, get out of your dream world and develop a backbone, not a wishbone. Start behaving like a responsible person. You are important and you are needed. It's too late to sit around and wait for somebody to do something someday. Someday is now and that somebody is you..."
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!
lol I didn't need my parents to give me stuff to do. I was always into hiking, baseball, hockey, swimming, skiing and sledding, reading (um, things like books as opposed to things like TWITter, PS3 game instructions, etc.), and hell, I even liked helping my uncle duiring haying season.
For me a box of shorts (that i hated) were 18 cents, longs were 23 cents, and long rifle (which my old uncle called "extra longs") were 28-30 cents.
My mother always bought me shorts to save money. I protested that they were not powerful enough and i would just wound the Sharptails that we often hunted. Coming home from town with Mom one day there were a number of "Chickens" alongside the road, we stopped so i could harvest a couple and being a devious lil bastard i intentionally hit one big rooster in the wingbut and had to chase him down.....Mom bought me longs after that.
Wouldn't have worked with Dad or Uncle, they would have said........shoot it in the head like you were told! :lol: