Sorry bout that. I flunked reading 101 this morning.I meant I was immune to racism, not to polio. Being white, I was not subject to any race related decisions. Sorry about the mix up.
As to causes of polio, there was a scare that it was transmitted through contaminated waterr in swimming pools. Many folks feared going to the pools.
Anyone remember 'Lil Abner? Loved that cartoon. Always identified with Joe Btfslk, the little guy that ran around with the thundercloud over his head.
Kevin, I'm really sorry to hear that. Kind of left me speechless I guess. There have to be millions of young people who feel that way, and no way to reassure them. For someone just starting in life to not feel safe doing 'normal' things is pretty sad.While I can't comment on life in the 50's I'll say this about today.
This morning since my daughter is done with school for the summer, we went to the bookstore.
On our way there she said she would like to go to the mall, however with all the violence and shootings she doesn't feel safe doing so.
I was speechless. She said her friends feel the same way.
I'm serious, how do you answer a teenager who say something like that? You can't just say it will be ok tomorrow. Or tell them to get over i
Kevin, I'm really sorry to hear that. Kind of left me speechless I guess. There have to be millions of young people who feel that way, and no way to reassure them. For someone just starting in life to not feel safe doing 'normal' things is pretty sad.
Vito, I was born in 1943 also. My B-Day is next week. Yes, the 50's was a great era. Baseball was the sport to follow, but as I grew older I came to embrace many other sports as I lived across the street from a playground in L.A. I played many others and became good at most of them, but never excelled at any one. There was a post above that had a picture of the Lone Ranger and recently I came across a similar one but of Clayton Moore without his mask. This is a great thread and it brings back so many memories. I could comment on all the posts herein, but I am trying to continue on and make new memories.I was born in 1943 and remember almost everything named in this thread. Living in Brooklyn, NY was a paradise for kids like me. Played outside until it was dark. Behaved (mostly) because EVERYONE knew who you were and where you lived. Without a/c the adults sat outside on folding chairs in the summer and kept eyes on all the kids. We had some known Mafia members living on my block, but in those days the criminals mostly fought among themselves and did not shoot randomly out of car windows killing innocent kids.
But in fairness, all was not as perfect as some of us might remember. There was polio, which sent parents into deathly fear every summer. A really damaged knee meant a wheelchair for life, not a prosthetic knee. Blocked arteries in the heart meant an early death, not a bypass surgery.
On the other hand, major league baseball was about the only sport that we followed (no one paid much attention to the NFL, or the NBA, and the NHL was so desperate that I went to dozens of NY Rangers games with free tickets given out weekly to Boy Scout troops) and without the unions and "free agents", you could get to know the names of every player on your home town team (and they stayed with one team for their whole career). Cursing in public was virtually unknown, and teachers in school instilled traditional values and patriotism in their students. And America, having just won WWII, was the undisputed leader of the world, and EVERYONE knew that we were the good guys.
Truly wondrous days for those of us lucky enough to have grown up in that era.