I think it was called the "Silent Generation" because compared to the self-obsessed, loud, protesting Baby Boomers they were relatively quiet.
Hey, hey there, Silent Seadoug, easy on the baby boomer bashing! I know all of you from the other generations are jealous because our generation had the coolest cars and lived the coolest teen years, but remember the bomb drills and the security of hiding under your desk and then after graduation the vacation the boys got to Vietnam.
I remind my granddaughters frequently that they were never as cool as their old granny. They never did cool things like drive in theaters, dragging main in a hot rod they helped build, dancing the twist, sit at a soda fountain, outsmart the school truant officer, get threatened with being expelled because your skirt was 1/2" too short, smoke Kool cigarettes, but only when the boys were looking, watch American Bandstand, play guitar and sing protest songs, have transistor radios, go braless, wear flowers in their hair and use words like cool and groovy and get expelled from school for advocating and circulating Catcher in the Rye and using words like friggin.
Also they never heard of a Bell Telephone Operator. They don't appreciate old country music like The Bells Of Southern Bells sung by Del Reeves or Dave Dudley's truck driving songs when their grandpa plays and sings them. Six Days on the Road and I am going to make it home tonight. Gramps was never a truck driver, but he sings it convincingly.
I omit the part about getting pregnant at 18 from a wild encounter in the back seat of a 55 Chevy two door, and this the reason I married so young, just so one granddaughters dad wouldn't be called a bastard. It was years later that I realized my reasoning for marriage was flawed.


