|Around The Burnside 2/28/13|
|Written by Denny Easterling|
|Wednesday, February 27, 2013 8:18 PM|
Denny was unable to submit a column this week. Below is one from exactly five years ago: February 28, 2008
The deceitful walk a thorny, treacherous road; whoever values life will stay away.
Teach your children to choose the right path and when they are older, they will remain upon it.
My mistake, it was “Through with Chew” not “Quit the Chew,” sorry, I hope it didn’t mess you up.
In as much as my 38th birthday is coming up the next couple of weeks or so, I thought I might share a little item a reader sent to me some time ago. I expect several of you have read it, but it’s worth reading again and if you haven’t, it will bring back many memories for a lot of you. It’s entitled “To All the Kids Who Survived the 1930’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s!”
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention the risks we took hitch-hiking.
As infants and children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags. Riding in a pick-up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose, a spring, from a dipper in a bucket or even face down at a creek on a hot day, never from a bottle.
We shared one of those soft drinks with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren’t overweight because “we were always outside playing or working!”
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were ok.
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