In nine days – with a lot of luck – I will enjoy my 80th birthday. In the event that eighty candles are lit, defend yourself; wear protective clothing.
I have no concerns about having birthdays. My older brother, Leonard, once explained that, “Birthdays are good for you.” ”It has been mathematically proven that the more birthdays you have the longer you will live.”
Now eighty is a bit of a ripe age so you may want to hold your nose; “Fresh Old Ideas” may fail the ‘fresh’ test.
Most eighty year olds want to tell someone about how things have changed. My dad did. He often talked about building railroad box cars for a dollar a day. He was saving money to buy a farm.
So here are a few of my observed changes:
Throughout my school years near a small rural community, I never saw a married couple hold hands or hug in public. Then Aunt Marie, my dad’s sister, arrived from away and gave Dad an embracing hug in front of we children; it was as if we were peeking through a forbidden window. Today when a friend introduces you to someone, arms fly apart like the Jesus statue that stands over Rio de Janeiro. Hugging is no longer restrictive, it is almost compulsory.
In my youth it was wrong – illegal at an earlier time – to write a cheque on Sunday. Sunday was a religious day and not a day for doing business. Also, it was wrong to write a cheque with red ink. Bank records were done by adding and subtracting on paper and deposits were recorded in blue or black ink and debits were in red ink. So, cheques were to be written with blue or black ink.
On hot haying days we yearned for a drink of cold water. Today, we no longer drink, we hydrate.
When you get to the great beyond don’t tell my Dad that I twice paid $1.75 for a bottle of water. He will kick the top off his coffin and say, “There is perfectly good water in the well.” Buying water was once an unimagined.
During my youth many of us wore thongs, a flat sole held underfoot by a Y-shaped strap that crossed over the bare foot and connected to the sole with a thong between the big toe and the long toe. Now, imagine a present day grandchild’s expression when grandma asks, “Sweetie, would you go to my room and bring Granny her thongs?”
For the first twenty years of my life meals were eaten with the family. There were three meals a day and every family had a specific time for each meal. You were expected to be there and to be on time.
Children of my youth did receive praise but only if they earned it. Today, praise is flooded upon children for doing what was expected of them. Sometimes, praise is given for reasons that leaves the child wondering what that was for.
I refused the pressure to sign the petition to stop increasing tuition fees. I was in my first year of university and I knew that $140 was a lot of money but I had no idea what the tuition for a semester should cost.
Children were free labour on a 1930’s and 40’s farm. At age eight I stayed out of school for a month to drive a steel wheel tractor that pulled a binder operated by my dad. Big wheels with steel lugs rotated beside my head. The steering wheel required 13 full turns for the chain wrapped spool to reverse the tractor’s direction. I was ecstatic about my elevation into manhood. Had today’s laws been in force then, my parents would still be in jail. As for me, I can’t thank them enough.