Was the Beverly Hillbillies sitcom based on the John Ford movie Tobacco Road? ?????ÿ
What in the pea-picking Devil are you attempting to utter from your furry mouth??ÿ Elucidate, chimp, elucidate.
Maybe this is what spurred the little hamsters powering your little grey cells to come up with that thought.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.?ÿ That is sweet.
Hey, guys.?ÿ Did you note she said nothing about money or having a daddy with lots of money or buns of steel or anything that we have exhibited in this thread??ÿ She is serious.?ÿ Good for her.
It's not always about money. I mean, money is good to have, but... Wendell and I started out dirt poor! We couldn't even pay our $450 rent in the "Walk-Up Shooting" neighborhood! But...it taught us to stick together, through thick and thin, and appreciate every thing we have.
As for the buns of steel, who says he doesn't have those? ?????ÿ
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Not true! *I* Like your Buns of Steel! Great with 100% pure beef patty between them, add some cheddar cheese, lettuce, tomato, pickle, mustard, mayo... yum! You make great home made buns and a great hamburger, Pea! ????ÿ
Noticed you waited until April 1 to post that message to Wendell.
this is to reflect on the present:
from around the age of 5 (1965 for me), like everyone says, we were told to be "back before dark", and NEVER get in a car with a stranger (in kindergarten, the police came to our classrooms and explained what "strangers" did to children). Occassionaly, even in our area, we would read about child abductions.
Today, I would argue that the RATE of crime per capita is about the same - but one sad effect of having all the world's crime instantly available on our phones, is that when a parent lets their kids play in the park and says "be back before dark", their neighbor calls the cops, and that parent gets jailed for "child neglect".
My observation is that instant news gives us the false fear that there are "strangers" lurking under every rock creating a generation of parents who hide their kids inside, or leash them outside, and parents that get jailed for actually telling their kids to "be back before dark".
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this is to reflect on the present:
from around the age of 5 (1965 for me), like everyone says, we were told to be "back before dark", and NEVER get in a car with a stranger (in kindergarten, the police came to our classrooms and explained what "strangers" did to children). Occassionaly, even in our area, we would read about child abductions.
Today, I would argue that the RATE of crime per capita is about the same - but one sad effect of having all the world's crime instantly available on our phones, is that when a parent lets their kids play in the park and says "be back before dark", their neighbor calls the cops, and that parent gets jailed for "child neglect".
My observation is that instant news gives us the false fear that there are "strangers" lurking under every rock creating a generation of parents who hide their kids inside, or leash them outside, and parents that get jailed for actually telling their kids to "be back before dark".
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Unfortunately, I was one of those children that was abducted.
And, as a 9 year child who was kidnapped right off of the street by a serial killer, and tortured many different ways, and survived to tell, I CAN say those strangers DO lurk and DO do those things to children.
(I've never posted my entire story here, but I do have it if anyone wants to read it. It's graphic, it's awful, but it IS the truth.)
The sad part is, this happened to me in 1980, way before social media, when it was much harder to catch these monsters. They tried. He killed 3 other little girls before he snatched me walking home from school.
The thing with social media now, is, the benefits are great for networking to catch these monsters. But...it also makes it way too easier for them to continue to pursue their sick, twisted, evil wicked fantasies and murderous killing sprees. They just hide behind the monitor and do it. ????ÿ
@noodles thank you for your response. this has not been easy to talk about for me since 1965. One thing I would add is that in 1965, everyone (almost), respected the police - many of us aspired to become a police officer when we "grew up" - and that respect for the police has been lost. My parents both coached me and my two sisters on what to do if we encountered a "stranger". We took this risk very seriously, and knew that we were lucky. Our society is strongly behind ending this sickness, and my point is that we've reached a point where my parents would be jailed today for letting me and my sisters play in those same parks unaccompanied.
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At 9 years old I would have had to stop the tractor long enough to ask the stranger how I could be of help.?ÿ Many long hours working in a field with no parent in sight.?ÿ Yeah, my parents would be in jail with today's view on things.?ÿ Many of my classmates spent their time doing the same things I was doing.?ÿ We learned how to work and how to enjoy times when we weren't.
@holy-cow I went from american suburbia to very rural mountains at 10. In my 5th grade class, age 11, the rancher's kids were all excused for 2 or 3 mondays every september to help their dad with the haying which took place until sundown. that summer, I started going out on my dads survey crew, so I was both occupied AND chaperoned by dad himself. but even in this very rural setting, we saw perverts get arrested from time to time, and had to be always on guard for these sickos. at a later age, I had a brief encounter with one- but got away fairly easily and was probably old enough to really fight back if necessary.
At 9 years old I would have had to stop the tractor long enough to ask the stranger how I could be of help.?ÿ Many long hours working in a field with no parent in sight.?ÿ Yeah, my parents would be in jail with today's view on things.?ÿ Many of my classmates spent their time doing the same things I was doing.?ÿ We learned how to work and how to enjoy times when we weren't.
Much like @paden-cash I worked at a gas station (Dave??s Texaco) part time from age 14 to 21. I was the ??grunt? that not only ??pumped ethyl?, but cleaned winshields, checked tires, oil, radiator and battery fluid, and listened to the customers current gripes about prices all for $3 worth of gas (half a tank in them days). As an added benefit I had to sweep 3 bays clean and sand them with ??oil soil? recover the tools soaking in the gas bucket and hang them back up. Then it was time to clean the mens room and ladies room. I never knew a turd could act as a crayon on a metal wall before, but I digress. When I obtained my drivers license I was promoted to ??flat tire changer? and got to drive the ??station truck? on service calls for tire help. I thought I was one cool dude, even had my own white Texaco button up shirt with my name on it! (Never again will I change a flat tire) Looking back, it was a awakining experience on how we react to situations and a great glimpse on how to ??read? people by their actions and reactions. All for $1/hr and loved every second of it. But that was a long time ago, today if you stop to help a stranger will you be carjacked, shot, or thanked? Opinions?
