Posted by
Arnie on Wednesday, June 27, 2007 12:13:53 PM
Back in the days when I was a kid growing up in south Chicago, freely roaming around the neighborhood was common and just a part of life in the late 40’s and early 50’s. A train track was less than a mile away and a favorite place to walk along the rails. A large city park was a bit closer with areas of dense trees and areas of open grassy picnic grounds. A public golf course was just two blocks away, but the famed 4 lane busy Western avenue had to be crossed to get to it, and we crossed in the middle of the block running between the cars and trucks. In the winters we would climb that fence make our way over to one of their ponds, push and shovel away some snow and play a spontaneous game of hockey, no adults, no special padding, just a group of kids enjoying the contest. Dad was at work, mom was home tending to the washing and preparing the family meal for promptly at 6 pm. Life was good. It was fun.
Today, it’s different, a whole lot different. Today, it has become scary to let the kids roam. Today it has become organized to the hilt. In my present relatively quite neighborhood, I do see kids walking the streets, but there is a difference as the kids seem to be apprehensive and on guard. I remember riding the bike alone through the neighborhood and seeing mothers and grandmothers tending their gardens, picking flowers, or I just happened to catch them returning home from grocery shopping. They would wave and perhaps even say Hi. Not long ago, my wife was noticing daily a young boy about 10 walking home from the bus stop a block away. She began wondering about him, just getting curious, his name, where he lived, what grade he was in, you know just the curious things a curious grandmother may want to know.
She waved at him a couple of times. Then she broke the ice and asked him his name. The boy stopped and told her his name, but not much else could she get out of him as he seemed a bit stand offish. Then one day, my wife gave the boy a cute picture of herself laying in the snow making a snow angel, which she thought the boy might get a kick out of it, and enjoy the fact that a neighborly neighbor wanted him to have an angelic picture. Well, since then the kid seems to have found a different route home.
If you were the boys’ mother, what would you think and say to your son? Exactly. Watch out for strangers, and that woman down the street must be kooky, or some kind of a pervert. Stay away from her, and from that house. Back in the 50’s, that thought would not have entered the minds of mothers. Back in the 50’s, it was common to be given cookies and cool-aid on a hot summer day by a stranger grandmother tending to her garden. Not a thought was given to the gesture. Just a thank you.
We’ve come a long way from those idyllic days of yesterday, the days that inspired the paintings of Norman Rockwell, the days of “singing in the rain,” the days of walking the tracks. I caught many a ride on a slow moving freight train.
Today, all of the above freedoms from the 50’s are suspect and avoided as being dangerous activities. And that is sad. It’s sad that today’s kids do not have that freedom, and it may be having a direct effect on their development. Consider, one fact that is readily apparent today compared to yesterday. The preponderance of overweight and obese kids, even pre-school kids are heavier than they should be, and this has to be affecting the rest of their daily lives. No doubt about it.
What else is so different today than during the 50’s? Cars, we had cars and they were even bigger than today. Semi-trucks, and public transportation, murders, rape, robberies, house fires, sickness and diseases resulting in death, and yes, there were deadly vehicle accidents too. There was even poverty and of all things, homosexuals too. We went to public schools, and the high school was even integrated. This was Chicago. The war to end all wars was over, but the threat of communism was becoming very real. We saw the “Victory at Sea” war clips before the main feature at the theaters. Marilyn Monroe was hot, but not obscene. There were radios and televisions sets also, although the channel selections were slim, and computers were huge room filling devises only the largest corporations were experimenting with. You had to make a concerted effort to see the news broadcasts. There were public libraries, and it was there you went to do research for a school paper. Baseball was still the national pastime. Football, basketball, hockey, tennis, and golf had Ben Hogan and Byron Nelson. If you wanted to see a game, you had to go to the stadium, or read the morning paper to get the results and stats. The morning newspaper edition is where you got the news of far away places like Washington, London, Paris, Rome, or the latest news of the advance of communism coming out of Moscow. It was a cold war. If you really wanted to stay informed you bought the afternoon paper also.
The big difference came with the revolution of electronics and the resulting expanse of the availability of information, both good and bad. It has changed our society from more of a local mentality to a global knowledge of everything happening everywhere anytime. There are still the three main networks that got their television start in the 50’s, ABC, NBC, and CBS and each of these have local affiliates across every state. Then came CNN, FOX and MSNBC broadcasting news 24/7, and you can even see the actual real time events in the House or Senate. We are truly in an information explosion.
What do you want to know? Type a search word or phrase in Google, Dogpile, Yahoo or other search engine and bingo, a list appears just waiting for your click, some helpful and some irrelevant, but it sure is quicker and more convenient than going to the library and searching through volumes of newspaper microfilms. The newspapers go into greater depth on the news than does the TV ½ hour broadcasts, but it’s still lacking in something. The emphasis is on the bad and the ugly, as that seems to something that either we the people are more curious about, or the people running the stations feel we the people are more concerned about. On TV, between the entertainment hours, the various talk and discussion programs, we are given a ½ hour of local and national news, at the evening prime dinnertime and then again a re run at bedtime. And what do we see. A house fire, a car wreck, a murder investigation, a run away teen, a pedophile let out of prison two months ago caught again, a fight at the mall, and of course, the number of American soldiers killed today in Iraq, or Afghanistan, and to cap it all, we are presented with a few second sound bite from a politician or two to be fair.
During the day we are told by experts how to cook a family meal in 10 minutes, how to prevent your child from tipping over the TV set, how to, how to, and then what not to do, the latest scare of a tainted peanut butter, why you should replace those old light bulbs with the new CFL’s, which lakes have the best bass fishing, when is the best time to go fishing and how to navigate the waters and be sure to wear your life vest, and now that summer is here, you should wear that sun screen, and be careful with the sparks flying off that back yard grill. All of them expert advise from experts. Can’t we think on our own anymore?
This is more information that I want. I’m getting scarred of it all. It’s driving me crazy, all this crazy stuff happening all over the world. Leave me alone.
I’m concerned about what is going to happen to the kids in Sudan. I’m scarred that Miami may be under water in just a few years. I’m scarred. The illegal immigrants are taking over. Radical Islamics may blow up the mall. Gasoline may have to be rationed. Fathers are scarred their daughters might get raped. Mothers are scarred the toddlers might get a bruised knee at the supervised playground. Kids are scarred of a neighborly grandmother. It’s just too much. Get out of here.
Let me decide something.
Yes, I think I will. I’m turning off the news, it’s time for a Cubs game.