Blog 138 The Golden Age—We Lived It

Blog 138 The Golden Age—We Lived It

I received this from a friend the other day and thought some of you will enjoying reminiscing with me. This article says we were unique and special.  And we were, in so many ways.  There won’t soon be another generation like ours.   

Born 1930 – 1946

Special Group / Born Between 1930 – 1946.  Today, they range in ages
from 75 to 90.  

You are the smallest group of children, born since the early 1900s.


You 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.

You are the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to shoes to stoves.

You saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans.

You saw cars up on blocks because tires weren’t available.

You can remember milk being delivered to your house early in the morning and placed in the “milk box” on the porch.

You are the last to see the gold stars in the front windows of grieving neighbors whose sons died in the War.

 You saw the ‘boys’ home from the war, build their little houses.

You are the last generation who spent childhood without television; instead, you imagined what you heard on the radio.

With no TV until the ’50s, you spent your childhood “playing outside”.

There was no little league.  There was no city playground for kids.

The lack of television in your early years meant, that you had little real understanding of what the world was like.

On Saturday afternoons, the movies gave you 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 or on a table in the foyer…..(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.

INTERNET’ and ‘GOOGLE’ were words that did not exist.

Newspapers and magazines were written for adults and the news was broadcast on your radio in the evening.

As you grew up, the country was exploding with growth.

The government gave returning Veterans the means to get an education and spurred colleges to grow.

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.

Your parents were suddenly free from the confines of the depression and the war, and they threw themselves into exploring opportunities
they had never imagined.

You weren’t neglected, but you weren’t today’s all-consuming family focus

They were glad you played by yourselves until the street lights came on.

They were busy discovering the post-war world.

You entered a world of overflowing plenty and opportunity; a world where you were welcomed, enjoyed yourselves and felt secure in your
future, though depression and poverty was deeply remembered.

Polio was still a crippler.

You came of age in the 50s and 60s.

You are the last generation to experience an interlude when there were no threats to our homeland.

The second world war was over and the cold war, terrorism, global warming, and perpetual economic insecurity had yet to haunt life with
unease.

Only your generation can remember both a time of great war, and a time when our world was secure and full of bright promise and plenty.

 
 

You grew up at the best possible time, a time when the world was getting better.

You are “The Last Ones.”  More than 99 % of you are either retired or deceased, and you feel privileged to have “lived in the best of
times!”

AMEN!

 

3 thoughts on “Blog 138 The Golden Age—We Lived It

  1. jeffclassof54 Post author

    Our kids, but more especially our grandkids, have no idea of what we experienced. Sadly, it don’t think they have that much interest in the past, spekaing for them as a generation. We are special and did live in “the best of times” to quote Charles Dickens.

    Reply

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