The 50’s and 60’s the real Good Old Days

 

The 50’s and 60’s truly were the good old days. Everything was everything…. We played outside from morning til night. Dad walked to the bus stop in the morning going to work and home from the bus stop at night. We basically did the same thing going to school. There are 24 hours in a day, my father would say and he’d break it down by the hour and there was at least one hour or two for homework. Grades were important and going to the principals office or a note to your parents was the ultimate threat. My 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Cashman, would assign a page of dictionary… talk out of turn… page of dictionary “respect”. And yes we walked everywhere Or rode our bikes. We rode our bikes every day everywhere but I don’t have one mile of it tracked on Ride with GPS. I have no idea what my heart rate was. 🤣