Those were different times The poets studied rules of verse And all the ladies rolled their eyes..and of course the cool moms
The lawn as green as a putting green,the Tupperware parties from hell and the cul de sac bike racing till sundown
did you not se Don Draper singing I'd like to buy the World a Coke as the final Mad blow🫠 The Revolution Will Not Be Televised because there was was actually supposed to be one!
Its just a thought,another Postcard ..not from the Edge
I was five years old in 1960 and we lived on the edge of town. My childhood was a cross between Tom Sawyer and Famous Five. In the everlasting but still too short long summer school holidays we roamed the fields, rivers, and woods from breakfast to dusk. We cycled miles on roads that even as an adult I wouldn't dare cycle now. We built dams of mud and sticks in streams, captured newts and slow worms, swam in rivers, crossed rivers by balancing on water pipes, listened for oncoming trains with our ears to the rails.
We took risks that modern parents wouldn't countenance. Our parents of course never knew of them of course unless something went seriously wrong. But still we wouldn't be seriously told off because of it. After all we knew our parents had themselves thirty years earlier had done much the same and more. We knew that being told we couldn't go out was an empty threat, my mother was of the opinion that children should be in the fresh air as much as possible, rain or shine, so we were expected to be out after breakfast, back for lunch or take food with us and back for dinner or go hungry.
