Hey fellow Boomers,
I’ve seen those posts you make on Facebook saying that life was rougher when we were young and we’ve got the calluses to prove it.
Our video games were like moving cave drawings.
We got spanked.
We had to get up off the couch to change the channel.
Our moms smoked when we were in the womb.
Well, OK, that last one could be serious.
But really, boomers?
I mean, I’ll grant you that it seems like kids these days have their heads in their phones just about every waking moment. Then again, so do their parents and grandparents.
And I admit, posts about the good old days are fun to read. Nostalgia is always a kick. It’s great to reminisce about the wall-anchored anvil we used to call a phone, or the plastic yellow thing we had to stick in a 45 to play it on a record-player, or heavy tin pop and beer cans with no opening tab.
Heck, some things really were both harder and better at the same time. Walking to and from school really was healthy both physically and mentally.
But before we pat ourselves on the back, let’s stop to consider: We really do sound like our parents and grandparents did.
And of course, their hard-luck stories were generally that much harder.
Like pooping in a flimsy wooden shack over a hole in the ground, even in January.
Like worrying about dying from illnesses that mean little more than a couple days off work now.
Like having to envision the characters on a radio drama, AND having to get up off the couch to change the channel.
And we used to roll our eyes when older people told us those things.
Or prior to that, our grandparents’ world might have meant living out on the prairie where bugs constantly crawled out of the walls of the soddy and they had to get up off the couch to smash them.
So yeah, I had fewer and less-dazzling conveniences than the kids of today. But one thing this suburban child of the ’60s and ’70s didn’t have was a rough life.