What I know about life then and now
August 17, 2019
When I was a kid starting first grade in 1950 at age 6, we had to worry about polio, putting our lips on the drinking fountain, not picking our nose, and losing our pencil.
Yeah, a pencil.
You brought one to school or kept it in your desk and if you didn’t have your pencil, you got the homework assignment of printing 25 times - “I will have my pencil in Sister Dynamo’s class.”
Damn right, I forgot it.
Of course, once the dirty commie pinko bastards - the Soviets - had atomic missiles by the mid-1950s, the nuns conducted drills, much like they do now with the tornado dri...