To those who are sixty or above as well as the younger ones

LOL We were using the old IBM table tops (Yes, with the bendable floppy disks). Mine was in black and white, too. Sigh! Oh, about the mid 80's. Then we finally went to Dell's.


Thanks, ordalie, but I took it as a fun josh. I know it wasn't a nasty. LOL After all, the theme was people 60 or over. Now that I'm 65, I never felt old till I just recently go my Medicare card.

I envy all of you who had beautiful relationships with their parents. Mine was the extreme opposite. We all got along but generally stayed out of each others business. Absolutely no communication. My mother did have loving emotions with her nieces and nephews, as well as her grandchildren and great grandchildren. My mother did have a more emotional relationship with my sister but not me.

Raised around the military camps in the 50's and 60's declaring one loved anything but a gun, a tank or whiskey was rare indeed. Children were to be seen and not heard at that time. No connection with my parents at all, in fact when I was 16 my step mom left the home and when I was just 17 my father also left with no intention of coming back.

I owned the house etc but going to school and no money the situation was impossible. I moved in with a old British army major for a year and life became great. The Major was a alcoholic and we made 10 gallons of beer a week, some of which I sampled freely. School teachers all commented how my marks were way up and clearly I was happier and asked the reason why. I never told them due to fear of child welfare, funny that because later in my life I was a regional manager for child welfare...LOL

No idea what happened to the house and land, likely gone for taxes etc as my parents refused to have anything to do with each other or us kids. All 4 of us kids (2 are now dead) hated living at home, it was more like a boarding house in my opinion. Parents are long gone (at least I think they are) and if not they should be because they would be older then Moses...LOL

CS

Wow, CS. That's some story. I couldn't imagine being alone that way. It's amazing what we can do and put up with at an early age. I'm glad things worked out for you during that time. Remarkable. Truly....

During the 1950's and 1960's, men showed love by coaching or cheering for their sons when they played sports. As a daughter, with my father I was dismissed or treated as an annoyance to him.

He went to his office even on weekends. Being absent both physically and mentally, he NEVER knew what was going on at home. When he tried to boss us around, we'd tell him he didn't know what was happening, everything was fine, and that MOM knew what was going on. Sometimes he'd yell around and get scarey, probably out of frustration, but he didn't get violent. He'd turned himself into an unessential part of our family, except for his salary. Being a good provider was a large part of being viewed as a "good man."

I'm positive that my father never said, "I love you." But somehow I'm sure that he did. My mother also had to show her affection in another way. But it did put some distance between parents and children. You can say it was the reticent Nordic way. My parents never laid a hand on me. My mother threatened me with a smacking a couple of times when I'd given her a hard time, but she never carried it out. I think it was mostly because my father would never have condoned it. This thread has made me realize that I have no idea what so ever where my spanking interest comes from. But I know that I've had it as far back the age of five or six.
By the way I've just passed 69.
ernalones
PS. I like this thread!

You ARE funny!

You were absolutely right! That you should have become later a regional manager for child welfare is very strange. IMO child welfare associated with judges for children (whatever they call them) is the most heartless institution. Of course, dear canadian spankee, I'm sure you are an exception, given your mistrust of them right at the start.

Perhaps you missed the smiley face?...

I sure did, sorry!

That was certainly some life for Canadianspankee. To think that I had it terrible, to a degree. His life was quite difficult.