How Old Am I?

Stay with this — the answer is at the end.  It will blow you away.

I was born before:  television, penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods, Xerox, contact lenses, Frisbees and the pill.  In my day there were no:
  credit cards, laser beams or ball-point pens, Xbox, email, Facebook or a twitter was from eating really cold ice cream.  
Man had not yet invented: pantyhose, air conditioners, dishwashers, clothes dryers and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and Neil Armstrong hadn’t yet walked on the moon.

We got married first, and then lived together. Every family had a father and a mother. Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, “Sir.” And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, “Sir.” 
 I was born before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy. Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.  

We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.

Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege. We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.  Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.  Draft dodgers were those who closed front doors as the evening breeze started.  Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums.

We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CD’s, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings. We listened to Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President’s speeches on our radios.   And I don’t ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.  Elvis was a skinny kid from Memphis and the Super Bowl was where you would find the fresh cut strawberries.

If you saw anything with “Made in Japan” on it, it was junk.  The term “making out” referred to how you did on your school exam. Pizza Hut, McDonald’s, Burger King and instant coffee were unheard of.  We sat on the front porch and when neighbors came down the street, we waved. 

That was a drive by.

We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents. Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel, seven cents if you kept the bottle.  A haircut was .75 cents and a movie, two-bits.  Pack of Marlboro’s was .25 cents.  And if you didn’t want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.  Crack was a uh, uh, old plumber’s joke, sorry.

You could buy a new Ford Coupe for $600, but who could afford one?   Too bad, because gas was only 11 cents a gallon.

Back in the day: “grass” was mowed, “coke” was a cold drink, “pot” was something your mother cooked in and “rock music” was your grandmother’s lullaby. “Aids” were helpers in the Principal’s office,”chip” meant a piece of wood, “hardware” was found in a hardware store and “software” wasn’t even a word.  A car was used and not pre-owned, a salesman sold it to you, not a finance specialist.

We were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.  We were also the generation that was supposed to have lived without a war … didn’t happen.  Abortion was considered murder and not a lifestyle choice.  Genocide was indiscriminate killing not ethnic cleansing.  Civilians were PEOPLE and not collateral damage.

How old do you think I am?

You are in for a shock. 

Are you ready?

This person would only be 59 years old, and would have been born in 1952. 

Now if that isn’t good enough for you, think about this, look up the end of the Civil War and get ready for that.  It wasn’t all that long ago …  No wonder people call us “old and confused” and say there is a generation gap.


Thanks to Art in Nevada for the idea and input.