August of 1944 was a month of great anticipation for me. On the 27th, I would be eight years old which was big stuff in itself. A week later, the day after Labor Day, I would enter the third grade and be in Intermediate school, leaving Elementary school behind. The most exciting thing coming up was that my parents would buy me a pair of lace-up boots. This was real “big guy” stuff, and the added bonus was that on the side of one of the boots, a knife sheath would be sewn. If a guy had a pocket knife, he carried the knife at all times. Then on the way home from school, he could whittle or play mumblety-peg or do whatever may require such a tool. The rule was that you never removed your knife from the sheath while on the school grounds. If you did, you might lose the privilege of carrying it.
Now it’s hard to be a kid, what with fenced school grounds, metal detectors, and security guards. If a kid should show up on the school grounds with a pocket knife nowadays, he would probably end up in handcuffs.
I don’t want to live in the past. This age of technical accomplishments is wonderful. The computer, the internet, television, cell phones, GPS, the MRI, the Keurig coffee machine, and many other fantastic things are available to us today. This part of life just gets better and better.
It sounds great, but we are skating on the edge of a cliff. We are suffering from a state of erosion regarding our humanity. What has become of tolerance and our respect for others? Have we forgotten the basics of compassion and empathy and the rights of others? We thought we were making headway against the ugliness of racism, but all of a sudden, haters and the bigots are coming out from under the rocks and spreading their poison everywhere. Think about it. Say something nice and do something good for someone whenever you get the opportunity. Better yet, create the opportunity.
July 23, 2020
5 thoughts on “Then and Now”
Enjoyed your story Dave. Keith
Always enjoy your stories, Dave! I also remember the Garfield to Intermediate advance although the story was widely known that Mr Wilson, Prin. in Intermediate had an electric paddle. LOL
Thanks, Jack. I’m glad you enjoy the stories. We share a lot of memories. I received one whack from Mr. Wilson which was applied with that old leather
razer strop that he had. Hope you and Bev are well.
That’s the best advise ever! Be kind people.
It sure is hard to be a kid nowadays. I’m glad mine are already grown. I agree about the racism. It seems like things were getting better until our new President came along. All he does is stir the pot and divide everybody
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