Saturday, 11 January 2014

Writing - Looking for raisin d'etre

Continuing the theme of looking at what has gone before in our lives and why I write I decided to outline the latter and found something that is a great summation of the former.

Give it whatever name you like I write for me.
I write what I like to read.
I write what I feel is worth writing about.
I write what I feel I must get down on paper.
I write so as to better understand life.
I write to enjoy on paper what I can't do in life.
I write to share experiences that I believe are worth sharing.


As I watch the news yet again I'm amazed how I or anyone else of the baby boomer generation has survived this long. This week it has been about the high quantity of sugar added to food which is causing more obesity. When we ate fresh and seasonal fruit and vegetables there didn't seem to be that problem. However, read on and enjoy.

 My mum used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread butter on bread on the  same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem  to get food poisoning.

 Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e. coli

 Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake or at the beach instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures  then.

 We all took PE ..... and risked permanent injury with a pair of Dunlop sand shoes instead of 
 I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.

 We got the cane for doing something wrong at school, they used to call it discipline yet we all grew up to accept the rules and to honour & respect those older than us.

 We had 40+ kids in our class and we all learned to read and write, do maths and spell almost all the words needed to write a grammatically correct letter......., FUNNY THAT!!

 We all said prayers in school and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.

 I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations. We weren't!!

 Oh yeah ..... and where was the antibiotics and sterilisation kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!

 We played " King of the Hill " on piles of gravel left on vacant building sites and when we got hurt, mum pulled out the 2/6d ( 13 pence ) bottle of iodine and then we got our backside spanked.

 Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10 day dose of  antibiotics and then mum calls the lawyer to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family.

 How could we possibly have known that?

 We never needed to get into group therapy and/or anger management classes.

 We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't  even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!

 How did we ever survive?


 Pass this to someone and remember that life's most simple pleasures are very often the best.

 AAHHHHH, those WERE the days!!!!

God Bless