The "good old" days?

There was no designated area on the grounds of the high-school I attended, smoking was allowed anywhere.

Boy, have times changed...
The first high school I went to was much different. Students were not allowed to smoke. I recall a few of the older kids who were legal age threw a fit over this, and were eventually allowed to smoke with the teachers in the teacher's lounge.
 
The first high school I went to was much different. Students were not allowed to smoke. I recall a few of the older kids who were legal age threw a fit over this, and were eventually allowed to smoke with the teachers in the teacher's lounge.
I remember us girls had our spot on the side of the school in a little jog in the architecture. Kept us shielded from the wind and cold, and the school doors were mere steps away.
 
I had it happen to me many times. 🤣
I'm so glad you are able to laugh at it now, because I recall the rage inside of me when I witnessed it.

I recall a confrontation in high-school one morning, just prior to class commencing. A teacher grabbed a guy by the arm and a tussle ensued, and just like that one of the guys friends (much bigger) ran towards the teacher with his fists clenched and ready and shouted, "get your hands off him"!

It was a tense situation for a few seconds.
 
I'm so glad you are able to laugh at it now, because I recall the rage inside of me when I witnessed it.

I recall a confrontation in high-school one morning, just prior to class commencing. A teacher grabbed a guy by the arm and a tussle ensued, and just like that one of the guys friends (much bigger) ran towards the teacher with his fists clenched and ready and shouted, "get your hands off him"!

It was a tense situation for a few seconds.
Maybe I should of explained it better. I was never like that. It was in my early years of school, 6th, 7th grade playing the class clown making people laugh. I would get caught by the teacher. I remember my history teacher caught me and grabbed my ear and took me to the principals off never letting go until we arrived at the office. Confronting a teacher in my school years was unheard of.
 
Maybe I should of explained it better. I was never like that. It was in my early years of school, 6th, 7th grade playing the class clown making people laugh. I would get caught by the teacher. I remember my history teacher caught me and grabbed my ear and took me to the principals off never letting go until we arrived at the office. Confronting a teacher in my school years was unheard of.
Boy, had any teacher done that to my baby brother back in the day, dad would have gone to the school looking for the teacher in question.

It's funny, but looking back on it now, it was always the little guy in the class on the receiving end of some "little-man syndrome" teacher, never a bigger kid, and that always had a way of infuriated me even more.

I agree, there wasn't much uprising back in the day, however, I am thrilled to say how happy I am that those days are behind us.
 
The Sunday School Lady
4th grade, Mondays-
Every Monday, a lady would appear asking, "How many of you attended Sunday School?"
Those that had attended would raise their hands.
She would write down the number of those that had attended Sunday School.
She did not admonish us, but encouraged 100% attendance.

I had a semi-friend that I walked home with...he was a bit peculiar:
He did not attend Sunday School. He could not play after school, He had to study with his father every day. Study what, never got a specific answer.

There were several areas of his life that he could not/would not mention-why?
I kind'a figured out he was a Jewish, but never asked him with a direct question.

My ten year old mind had never encountered a mysterious kid, with so many
taboo topics.

One Monday, when the Sunday School Lady was counting the hands of those that
had attend Sunday School, my friend would raise his hand rapidly, then lower it.
The Sunday School lady gazed at my buddy intently, asking
"You attended Sunday School?"
"I attended Temple."
The Sunday School lady thumped her pen against her notebook,
"I don't think we can count that."
The teacher asked, "Your not going to count that?"
"No." a very definite no.

My buddy did not want to state that he attended Temple, something different than the other kids, but he wanted to be part of the group by becoming part of our statistics, reaching the goal of 100% attendance in Sunday School.

There, I'm through with this incidental tale of censure involving a ten year old child.
 
The Sunday School Lady
4th grade, Mondays-
Every Monday, a lady would appear asking, "How many of you attended Sunday School?"
Those that had attended would raise their hands.
She would write down the number of those that had attended Sunday School.
She did not admonish us, but encouraged 100% attendance.

I had a semi-friend that I walked home with...he was a bit peculiar:
He did not attend Sunday School. He could not play after school, He had to study with his father every day. Study what, never got a specific answer.

There were several areas of his life that he could not/would not mention-why?
I kind'a figured out he was a Jewish, but never asked him with a direct question.

My ten year old mind had never encountered a mysterious kid, with so many
taboo topics.

One Monday, when the Sunday School Lady was counting the hands of those that
had attend Sunday School, my friend would raise his hand rapidly, then lower it.
The Sunday School lady gazed at my buddy intently, asking
"You attended Sunday School?"
"I attended Temple."
The Sunday School lady thumped her pen against her notebook,
"I don't think we can count that."
The teacher asked, "Your not going to count that?"
"No." a very definite no.

My buddy did not want to state that he attended Temple, something different than the other kids, but he wanted to be part of the group by becoming part of our statistics, reaching the goal of 100% attendance in Sunday School.

There, I'm through with this incidental tale of censure involving a ten year old child.
Since you brought up the subject, this might be a good place to ask (you or anyone else who has an answer): regarding regular Sunday School that's specifically for young children- what is the age-range that children usually attend it?
 
Since you brought up the subject, this might be a good place to ask (you or anyone else who has an answer): regarding regular Sunday School that's specifically for young children- what is the age-range that children usually attend it?
I remember a couple of childhood friends that attended Sunday School, and they were age 4.
 
The Sunday School Lady
4th grade, Mondays-
Every Monday, a lady would appear asking, "How many of you attended Sunday School?"
Those that had attended would raise their hands.
She would write down the number of those that had attended Sunday School.
She did not admonish us, but encouraged 100% attendance.

I had a semi-friend that I walked home with...he was a bit peculiar:
He did not attend Sunday School. He could not play after school, He had to study with his father every day. Study what, never got a specific answer.

There were several areas of his life that he could not/would not mention-why?
I kind'a figured out he was a Jewish, but never asked him with a direct question.

My ten year old mind had never encountered a mysterious kid, with so many
taboo topics.

One Monday, when the Sunday School Lady was counting the hands of those that
had attend Sunday School, my friend would raise his hand rapidly, then lower it.
The Sunday School lady gazed at my buddy intently, asking
"You attended Sunday School?"
"I attended Temple."
The Sunday School lady thumped her pen against her notebook,
"I don't think we can count that."
The teacher asked, "Your not going to count that?"
"No." a very definite no.

My buddy did not want to state that he attended Temple, something different than the other kids, but he wanted to be part of the group by becoming part of our statistics, reaching the goal of 100% attendance in Sunday School.

There, I'm through with this incidental tale of censure involving a ten year old child.

Jerry, where did this lady appear every week? Was it in public school? If so, that sounds highly irregular, maybe even illegal. What a horrifying way to terrorize kids into attending Sunday School. What if their parents were atheists, or not of a faith that had Sunday School? How were those kids supposed to feel?

And it's probably a little late to educate you on this, 😁 but... Jewish kids go to Sunday School also.
 
I remember a couple of childhood friends that attended Sunday School, and they were age 4.
One reason I was wondering was that's where one of my older siblings was found to be colorblind, and it was long before he started Kindergarten so I figured he must have been 2-3. But like with many questions I come up with these days, there are no older family members left to ask.
 
One reason I was wondering was that's where one of my older siblings was found to be colorblind, and it was long before he started Kindergarten so I figured he must have been 2-3. But like with many questions I come up with these days, there are no older family members left to ask.
That's my problem, too, and I never dreamed of how alone it was going to make me feel.
 
"self guaranteeing" ??????? Supposed to be "quarantined."
BAD spell checker, BAD BAD, go to your room!

I. too, remember the 50s as an idyllic time. Yet, we forget that Americans were dying in Korea. We were in a war. They were huge labor strikes in every industry, lasting for months. The were civil rights demonstrations all over the South. They were "Commie' witch hunts, where innocent people were deprived of their rights. Much of the world was still sorting out WWII, with Communist take over, revolts, and rebellions. They were power struggles like the Arab/Israeli War.
 
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I remember my grandmother sending us kids to the park at a young age and telling us not to come back until teatime. Yes we had analogue watches and could tell the time. No digital watches or phones. No issues about health and safety in those days or worries about what might happen to us. Don't mind changes if they are an improvement. Unfortunately not all of them are.......in my view ☺
 
One thing that stands out for me regarding my early school years, is starting the day off with the reciting of the lord's prayer.
We sang the Star Bangled Banner in the school morning..... We didn't do the lord's prayer....I went to a public school....
But I did go to a catholic learning after we had Communion....
But then I didn't get married in a Catholic Church...
 
I remember my grandmother sending us kids to the park at a young age and telling us not to come back until teatime. Yes we had analogue watches and could tell the time. No digital watches or phones. No issues about health and safety in those days or worries about what might happen to us. Don't mind changes if they are an improvement. Unfortunately not all of them are.......in my view ☺
These days, she'd probably tell you to take Alexa with you to remind you to go home on time! :ROFLMAO:
 
We sang the Star Bangled Banner in the school morning..... We didn't do the lord's prayer....I went to a public school....
But I did go to a catholic learning after we had Communion....
But then I didn't get married in a Catholic Church...
Public schools for me throughout, but do you think I can remember when the lord's prayer stopped? Not a chance.

I seem to remember by junior-high it was no longer, but boy, do the years ever catch up with ones memory. :)
 
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I remember less each day, the bad drops away, the good remain.
The Good Old Days were only days, but they made up our lives.
 


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