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Yesterday, all of our troubles were so far away

Published Thursday, November 12, 2009

“A Different World”

by Bucky Covington

We were born to mothers who smoked and drank

Our cribs were covered in lead-based paint

No child-proof lids no seat belts in cars

Rode bikes with no helmets and still here we are, still here we are

We got daddy’s belt when we misbehaved

Had three TV channels you got up to change

No video games and no satellite

All we had were friends and they were outside, playin’ outside

(Chorus)

It was a different life

When we were boys and girls

Not just a different time

It was a different world

School always started the same every day

The pledge of allegiance then someone would pray

Not every kid made the team when they tried

We got disappointed and that was all right, we turned out all right

Scott Schmeltzer

(Chorus)

No bottled water, we drank from a garden hose

And every Sunday, all the stores were closed

Last week I went back to my hometown for a wedding and my brother Tim had this song playing on his stereo. I never heard it before so I asked him to play it again, and then one more time.

I said, “Wow! This song is so true.”

He agreed. We did grow up in a different world. I know I have written about growing up in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan before, but this song sort of talks about how that whole era from the ’60s to the early ’80s grew up. It did not matter what region you were from, this is how it was.

Being nostalgic, I think every era thinks they were raised the best, but I really can relate to this song and wish some of the lyrics were still true today. I loved playing outside and remember playing until dark and then going home and getting a flashlight to play flashlight tag for even longer. I remember having all the kids in the neighborhood playing football, basketball, whiffleball and kickball. Kick the can, hide and seek, and tag were also local favorites.

The line about the pledge of allegiance and then someone would pray also hits a nerve for me because I still think this is how it should be. I am very open to new religions, but even a few quiet minutes for people to say a prayer, reflect or just stand quiet would be fine with me. I do not think I ever appreciated it as much when I was a kid, but I sure do now. I say so many silent prayers now that I would need about an hour to start the day. The pledge was just a way for me to thank the soldiers for letting me live in such a great country. The flag is a great way to be proud of one’s country, and I am proud of ours. It saddens me that we still do not do this in some schools.

The line about bottled water cracks me up because we all drank from a garden hose and never even thought about water from bottles. Heck, we drank out of jelly jars and Yahtzee cups if no cups were available. Now before you start your letter-writing campaign on the spanking, smoking and drinking, I did say some of the lyrics I wished were true today and not all of them.

I do not smoke nor do I condone it, but I have friends who do and they are still my friends. I do not live in an ivory tower, so judging my friends is something I choose not to do. I am glad that there are bike helmets and seat belts for safety reasons and have to chuckle a bit when it comes to all the safety stuff we did not have.

I remember sitting in the back lay-down portion of the station wagon looking out the back window and waving at people. Today, of course, the authorities would be called, but back in the day, it was just well, er, normal.

We played with metal lawn Jarts that we would throw high in the air, BB guns, and wrist rockets. It is crazy when you think of all the stuff that just would not fly today. We all carried pocket knives to school and never even thought twice about it.

The song title is very true as it was a different world. I am not one to judge if we are better or worse than back then, but I do miss it.

Tribune Publisher Scott Schmeltzer’s column appears every Thursday.


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Posted by Wildbill (anonymous) on November 12, 2009 at 11:21 a.m. (Suggest removal)

A great column Scott Schmeltzer.

Posted by amauer (anonymous) on November 12, 2009 at 6:09 p.m. (Suggest removal)

It was very different. I knew kids who got the belt, but our parents didn't believe in physical punishment. We never wanted our quiet and kind father to be disappointed in us. We roamed the railroad tracks, played at the foundry in the sandstone, and walked and rode bikes all day every day and everywhere. We rarely got rides and I remember stopping at neighbors asking for a drink of water at times on our hikes. Mom would pack us a lunch and we would go to a park and not come home until supper. We played after dark "Starlight Moonlight" and had tickets we bought at school for the Saturday Matinee. We had nickle phospates at the Coop with Tulip Sundaes, got penny candy at Russell's grocery and climbed the neighborhood trees. Nobody kicked us out. We ate rhubarb out of the garden and apples out of the trees. Our parents didn't come to all our childhood sports games and didn't ruin them either. It was great fun and lucky we did survive it all.

Posted by lessgov (Greg Flaskerud) on November 12, 2009 at 8:52 p.m. (Suggest removal)

I would have to say better then, thanks for the column.

Posted by gone (anonymous) on November 13, 2009 at 5:52 a.m. (Suggest removal)

Nice. Unfortunately in this day and age when I drink out of the garden hose I assume it's full of coliforms and cancer-causing chemicals. We knew all the houses in the neighborhood that left their hoses out and we carried a pliers for the houses that removed the handles from their faucets.

Posted by 41057 (anonymous) on November 14, 2009 at 9:24 p.m. (Suggest removal)

Very true. Parents, teachers and coaches smoked cigarettes. My dad used the strap on me and hollered at me when I needed it. Teachers used the "board of correction" and my coaches called me every name in the book when I messed up. That was life in 1960s Albert Lea. Back then it was known as discipline. Today it is called abuse.

Posted by trifid (anonymous) on November 15, 2009 at 8:05 p.m. (Suggest removal)

The good ole days when DDT and Agent Orange were legal and commonly used. Nowdays we have Atrazine and lawn fertilizers poisoning our wells.

The good ole days when media shyed away from issues. Today a competitive parasitic corporate media will bare all to make a buck.

The good ole days when the banker was the most trusted in town. Today he is the tentacle of an evil beast residing on GreedStreet.

The good ole days when midwesterners were valued for their cheap work ethics. And today clever over-seas cheap labor schemes outweigh resource production.

The good ole days when two political parties reigned, instead of one today owned by the financiers.

The good ole days when people policed corporate entities, and were not complicit in their evil deeds through investments.

Posted by trifid (anonymous) on November 15, 2009 at 9:11 p.m. (Suggest removal)

So many folks whine about the good ole days, yet forsake the advice of their parents/grandparents, and replace it with hyper media mania. No one to blame but yourself.

Posted by NealBarton (anonymous) on November 15, 2009 at 9:44 p.m. (Suggest removal)

Yes, there was much good about those days, and some not so good. For me, I'm living in the best days of all - today. I'm not complaining about the past nor am I stuck in it. I'm excited about the future, even at 56 yrs of age. Besides, its not about what we get in life - its about what we leave behind. Live life with purpose and twenty years from now, today will be one of those "good ol' days." Great article and good responses...

Posted by crzy_mama2mny (anonymous) on November 16, 2009 at 6:29 p.m. (Suggest removal)

My grandfather is 100 years old...he sure has some stories of his good old days. Great column...thanks for the memories!

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