They Call Us "The Elderly"

Muddyboots

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They call us "The Elderly"..

We were born in the 40-50-60s.
We grew up in the 50-60-70's.
We studied in the 60-70-80's.
We were dating in the 70-80-90's.
We got married and discovered the world in the 70-80-90's.
We venture into the 80-90s.
We stabilize in the 2000s.
We got wiser in the 2010s.
And we are going firmly through and beyond 2020.
Turns out we've lived through EIGHT different decades...
TWO different centuries...
TWO different millennia...
We have gone from the telephone with an operator for longdistance calls to video calls to anywhere in the world.
We have gone from slides to YouTube, from vinyl records to online music, from handwritten letters to email and Whats App.
From live matches on the radio, to black and white TV, colour TV and then to 3D HD TV.
We went to the Video store and now we watch Netflix.
We got to know the first computers, punch cards, floppy disks and now we have gigabytes and megabytes on our smartphones.
We wore shorts throughout our childhood and then long trousers, Oxfords, flares, shell suits & blue jeans.
We dodged infantile paralysis, meningitis, polio, tuberculosis, swine flu and now COVID-19.
We rode skates, tricycles, bicycles, mopeds, petrol or diesel cars and now we drive hybrids or electric.
Yes, we've been through a lot but what a great life we've had!
They could describe us as "exennials," people who were born in that world of the fifties, who had an analog childhood and a digital adulthood.
We've kind of "Seen-It-All"!
Our generation has literally lived through and witnessed more than any other in every dimension of life.
It is our generation that has literally adapted to "CHANGE."
A big round of applause to all the members of a very special generation, which will be UNIQUE!

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They may not do it the same way we did, and maybe its just my circle, but I'm pretty impressed by the work ethic, etc demonstrated by a group not getting much positive feedback from media.

Definitely easy to focus on the knuckleheads, plenty out there.
 
Yes, definitely the Good Old Days.
My dad was a coal miner, I grew up with 6 brothers and sisters. S.W. Pa
Our mom would tell us in the morning to get out of the house till we seen our dad come home from work. He worked shifts,
so there were times we didn't come home till dark. Theirs not a kid in this country that will go outdoors and find something to do from mourning till evening.
Thanks Muddy
 
I watched a SWAT episode the other night, and they were flipped out over missing black tip AP rounds. I got an AMMO can full for my birthday once upon a time. Shot up God knows how many more.

We watched the same episode…..wife and I were commenting on how stupid the “hollywierd” writers are. It truly is amazing the garbage they regurgitate on television watchers! memtb
 
Yes, definitely the Good Old Days.
My dad was a coal miner, I grew up with 6 brothers and sisters. S.W. Pa
Our mom would tell us in the morning to get out of the house till we seen our dad come home from work. He worked shifts,
so there were times we didn't come home till dark. Theirs not a kid in this country that will go outdoors and find something to do from mourning till evening.
Thanks Muddy
We felt like we were being punished if we had to stay inside. Only showed up for lunch and then back it. But we always got home by 5pm to watch Batman!
 
Try to picture this in your if you can, steep mountain side that is cut out for a road, and a cliff of about 80 to 100 feet. A row of houses, two lane highway, another row of houses then seventy yards to a river. Steep river bank to to a rail road. Then up another mountain. I could stand on the old road bed atop the cliff top with my fiberglass 40 pound bow and fire a wooden arrow across the whole thing. One mountain side to the other. There were about a dozen houses and a gas station in our little community. We were nine miles from Grundy Va. Didn't realize how good I had it. Father died in mine accident when I was in the 9th grade. He owned three mines left to him by my grandfather. We were rich by the standards there, but I never thought about that. We just played with all the neighbor kids. Didn't matter if you worked in the mine or owned it. We were all covered in coal dust. My mother didn't want me and my brother to be coal miners and moved to Alabama. Her best move in my opinion.
 
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