You're right. People didn't make time for useless crap like idle chatter. There were better topics to talk about then.

Or perhaps playing board games with the kids, taking them toboganing, swimming with them, playing catch, camping, etc.
Oh c'mon now...you're talking about providing a good upbringing for the young 'uns. Jeez, now there's an old-fashioned idea! What an inefficient waste of time - camping? Surely you jest...what possible good could come from going out into the wilds (the real world, to some) and experiencing nature and life and all that smarmy stuff...you should have been kicking open the computer room door, tossing in a TV dinner, and letting the little ones discover the world via the Internet! Or at least letting them crank their little minds up to Worp 7 with a blinding plethora of raw-boned, blood and guts-infested spectacles of death and high-tech pillaging on their computer screens. Then they would turn into such personable, well-rounded, polite, little darlins' that you see down at the local mall that you would simply melt with pride at the thought of the impression they would be making in the local community.
Er, oops, maybe I goofed there...I keep getting '59 mixed up with '09. Let's start over again...then they would turn into self-centred, confused little buggers who might bowl over old ladies while rocketing down the sidewalk on their skateboards, spewing the "f" word around like it was the only thing they ever heard than actually sunk in deep enough so they could remember it! Or maybe it's because it's a one-syllable sound, thus qualifying it as a candidate to stick in that sugar, fat, and additive-infested mass sometimes laughingly referred to as a "brain!" (
Don't get me wrong...I'm not referring to ALL kids of today...just the ones who behave as noted above)
Sir whats-his-name will no doubt feel compelled to respond to this in his usual eloquent manner, and possibly even quote me some thoroughly-researched and professionally-authenticated statistics that will be intended to make me feel like an unsophisticated piece of crap from the backwoods of nowhere and obsessed with living in the past with my head implanted firmly up the place where a colonoscopy originates, but alas...I already know that!
I'm a-thankin' 1959 was the best, a-hootin' and a-hollerin' good time to live!