Never thought at this stage of my life I would be starting a blog.  Hell, I didn’t even know what a blog was not long ago.  I just wanted a place to share my thoughts on the good ole days so if someone is interested they can see how life used to be a little less stressful.  I don’t plan to get political but I might on occasion.  If you like reading my blog let me know, if you don’t you can let me know too, but I really don’t care.

Some of the subjects I will cover are growing up in the 50s and 60s and the differences today.  Like, starting to work outside the home at about 12 year old and still working today at 67.  Raising our kids the way I was taught by my parents, the value of your word and a handshake, common sense the way my generation views it,  and anything else that pops into my head either inspired by memories or current events.

Let me give you an example,  in the mid fifties my Dad brought home a pair of boxing gloves.  Big heavy things.  At the time he had 3 boys and figured this was a great way to settle disputes between us guys.  More than once we had to put the gloves on and settle whatever disagreement we had.  I remember my best friend Gary Smith coming over to play on several occasions and we put the gloves on for fun….that damn Gary poked me in the nose so many times it quit being fun real quick like.  Can you imagine a parent today pitting two of the kids against each other with boxing gloves.  If Dad were still alive he would still be in jail.

Remember the parents that got in trouble for letting their kids walk a couple of blocks to the neighborhood park?  At 11 and 12 we were traveling all around a country square mile to play and explore.  It was our neighborhood.  No fear of being kidnapped or molested,  didn’t even know what molested was and if anyone kidnapped us they would have returned us pretty quick.  Our parents didn’t have any money and we were typical boys, so they would have probably told our captures to keep us and good luck.

Later blogs I will reminisce about starting school in a one room schoolhouse, going to school in the big city ( Romeo ) and whatever trips my trigger.  They probably won’t be daily but for sure at least weekly.

So, welcome to Tim’s blog and my 21 century ramblings.