A morning smile

Marlys Good
At Random

Mary Lee sent me the following article written by Ann Morency. And it did, indeed, bring a smile to my face. I hope all you senior citizens, and those approaching senior citizen “age requirements,” will appreciate it also.

A special group was born between 1928 -1946. Today they range in age from 78 to 96. Are you, or do you know someone “still here?”
Interesting facts: You are the smallest group of children born since the early 1900s.
You are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, who can remember the winds of war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.
You are the last to remember ration books for everything from gas to sugar to shoes to stoves.   You saw cars up on blocks that weren’t available.
You can remember milk being delivered to your house early in the morning and placed in a large “milk box” on the porch.
You are the last to see the gold stars in the windows of grieving neighbors whose sons died in the war.
You saw the boys, home from the war, build their little houses. You are the last generation who spent childhood without television; instead you imagined what you heard on the radio. With no TV until the ‘50s, you spent your childhood “playing outside.” There was no Little League. There was no city playground for kids.  The lack of television in your early years meant that you had little real understanding of what the world was like.
On Saturday afternoons, the movies gave you newsreels sandwiched between westerns and cartoons.
Telephones were one to a house shared (party line) and hung on the wall in the kitchen (no cares about privacy).
Typewriters  were driven by pounding fingers,  throwing the carriage and changing the ribbon. Internet and Google were  words that did not exist.
Newspapers and magazines were written for adults and the news was broadcast on your radio in the mornings.  As you
The government gave returning veterans the means to get an education and spurred colleges to grow. Loans fanned a housing boom.
Pent-up demand coupled with new installment payment plans opened many factories for work.
New highways would bring jobs and mobility.
The veterans joined civic clubs and became active in politics.  
The radio network expanded from three stations to thousands.
Your parents were suddenly free from the confines of the depression and the war, and they threw themselves into exploring opportunities they had never imagined. You weren’t neglected, but you weren’t today’s all-consuming family focus. They were glad you played by yourselves outside until the streetlights came on. They were busy discovering the post-war world.
You entered a world of overflowing plenty and opportunity; a world where you were welcomed, enjoyed yourselves and felt secure in your future although depression poverty was deeply remembered.   
You came of age in the ‘50s and ‘60s.  You are the last generation to experience an interlude when there were no threats to our homeland. The second world war was over and the cold war, terrorism, global warming and perpetual economic insecurity had yet to haunt life with unease. Only your generation can remember both a time of great war and a time when our world was secure and full of bright promise and plenty. You grew up at the best possible time; a time when the world was getting better.
You are “The Last Ones.” More than 99 percent of you are either retired or deceased, and you feel privileged to have “lived in the best of times.”