Comments on: Some thoughts for an older generation http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/ whatever interests me this week.... Fri, 09 Jan 2009 15:13:22 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.1.3 By: Chery http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5404 Chery Sat, 02 Dec 2006 14:54:54 +0000 http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5404 Amen! .... fron an older one. I survived, too! Amen! …. fron an older one. I survived, too!

]]> By: KarenK from OR http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5412 KarenK from OR Sun, 03 Dec 2006 00:08:46 +0000 http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5412 Yes! And my kids survived the same things. They lived in the country on a farm and they played outside, in all kinds of weather, in the barn, or in the woods, out of my sight! And quite happily, they're also raising their children the same way, with sense and practical knowledge. There do seem to be more dangers out there in today's world, but they don't go overboard on protecting the children from the consequences of their decisions. Good post! Yes! And my kids survived the same things. They lived in the country on a farm and they played outside, in all kinds of weather, in the barn, or in the woods, out of my sight! And quite happily, they’re also raising their children the same way, with sense and practical knowledge. There do seem to be more dangers out there in today’s world, but they don’t go overboard on protecting the children from the consequences of their decisions. Good post!

]]> By: Marcia in Austin http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5416 Marcia in Austin Sun, 03 Dec 2006 01:14:05 +0000 http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5416 Although I totally agree with the overall point this is making, I feel I must point out that it makes it seem as though everyone who went through those times survived just fine. Whereas in truth, those of us who are now reading it are the ones who *did* survive. Although I totally agree with the overall point this is making, I feel I must point out that it makes it seem as though everyone who went through those times survived just fine. Whereas in truth, those of us who are now reading it are the ones who *did* survive.

]]> By: chittavrtti http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5418 chittavrtti Sun, 03 Dec 2006 02:51:56 +0000 http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5418 For some reason this post reminds me of Ray Bradbury. Must be all that imagery of children playing outside***CV For some reason this post reminds me of Ray Bradbury. Must be all that imagery of children playing outside***CV

]]> By: Jerry http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5424 Jerry Sun, 03 Dec 2006 15:49:53 +0000 http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5424 The world has changed in the past 40 years. Heck, it's changed considerably in the past 5 years. But we've all become too protective, for ourselves and our children. Let them go out and eat a bit dirt once in a while. The world has changed in the past 40 years. Heck, it’s changed considerably in the past 5 years.

But we’ve all become too protective, for ourselves and our children. Let them go out and eat a bit dirt once in a while.

]]> By: bev http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5425 bev Sun, 03 Dec 2006 16:51:16 +0000 http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5425 I am one of those survivors as well. When I was a child we lived in Willits, CA; right on the banks of Mill Creek. My brother and I were enamored with Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, so one day we built a raft out of tree branches and rope borrowed from our father's work room. The raft worked just fine, thankyou very much. We got about 6 miles down stream when our neighbor, a policeman, happened across a bridge and saw us. We were escorted home and lectured about the safety, or lack thereof, in making a homemade raft and expecting to make it to the Pacific Ocean. I will never forget that day and the fun we had. But I often wonder how we did survive our youth! I am one of those survivors as well. When I was a child we lived in Willits, CA; right on the banks of Mill Creek. My brother and I were enamored with Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, so one day we built a raft out of tree branches and rope borrowed from our father’s work room. The raft worked just fine, thankyou very much. We got about 6 miles down stream when our neighbor, a policeman, happened across a bridge and saw us. We were escorted home and lectured about the safety, or lack thereof, in making a homemade raft and expecting to make it to the Pacific Ocean. I will never forget that day and the fun we had. But I often wonder how we did survive our youth!

]]> By: Polly http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5533 Polly Thu, 28 Dec 2006 15:15:01 +0000 http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5533 Amen! Amen!

]]> By: Sheila http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5713 Sheila Tue, 16 Jan 2007 12:15:45 +0000 http://www.gaiser.org/knitblog/2006/12/01/some-thoughts-for-an-older-generation/#comment-5713 Part of my childhood was spent playing ouside on the sidewalk in San Francisco, and the only sad/bad thing that happened were skinned knees. Then, we moved to Pocatello, Idaho. By the time I was 7, we spent summer days gathering our lunch, which included some raw potatoes, heading to the very dry foothills, digging hole and making a fire so we could bake the potatoes. We never set those hills on fire. I still remember the wonderful flavor of those potatoes. Part of my childhood was spent playing ouside on the sidewalk in San Francisco, and the only sad/bad thing that happened were skinned knees. Then, we moved to Pocatello, Idaho. By the time I was 7, we spent summer days gathering our lunch, which included some raw potatoes, heading to the very dry foothills, digging hole and making a fire so we could bake the potatoes. We never set those hills on fire. I still remember the wonderful flavor of those potatoes.

]]>