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Watch the way most kids hold pencils/pens these days, they hold it upright and wrap all their fingers around it. If they do begin to teach cursive writing again, the kids will first need to learn how to hold a pen/pencil correctly.
I don't think they will bring back cursive. In fact, cursive will probably be used soon for code writing by parents to each other, so their teenagers can't decipher what they are saying.
Nowadays if you have more than two kids, you have to buy a vehicle with three rows of seats, in order to have room for car seats. Is it any wonder the birth rate is down?
A Ford Crown Victoria would fit three child seats across the back seat around 25 years ago. Ask one of my sisters how she knows . . .
The outhouse.
The pump in the kitchen sink. (As close to indoor plumbing as my uncle's farmhouse got).
They'll know wringer washers from having seen one in a history book or museum. Ditto with a lot of stuff people are mentioning.
Here are a couple of things that may confound them: Betamax. 8-track tapes. Hem-markers (and possibly a lot to do with sewing one's own clothes, since it's no longer cost-effective).
I wonder if cursive will be taught the way calligraphy is now - as an arts/crafts thing.
The giant portable hair dryers for women -- we used them in high school. Plus we rolled our hair in those giant plastic rollers and actually slept on them. Total misery.
Having a BEST friend in junior high -- we would get matching outfits to go to the annual summer school picnic at the local amusement park. We spent ALL our free time together -- ate at each other's houses every week.
Being allowed to walk with my girlfriends 3 miles in 7th grade -- mid 1960's -- to the local equivalent of a convenience store. We would usually chip in our money and get an ice cream sandwich and split it -- walked the 3 miles back home. No one EVER bothered you. No wonder kids weren't fat back then.
Had a major neighborhood parade with all the local kids when John Glenn completed his space flight. Everyone got their bicycles and decorated them -- we wore our older sisters prom dresses and all the parents came out and clapped for us.
Going to high school football games on Friday night -- western Pennsylvania -- super big deal. Everyone was there and it was the big news in town. Majorettes were a bigger deal than cheerleaders.
Babysitting for 50 cents an hour -- multiple kids and all day -- glad for the money.
Got a little portable record player for 45's for my birthday -- bought the record "Eve of Destruction" even though my Dad told me I wasn't allowed to listen to it -- he smashed it for disobeying him. Hahahah.
Taking the SAT's for college and NOT cheating on them -- happy to get into a state college and not have any debt. No prep classes -- no help from my parents. The smart kids got into the better schools based on their merit. Parents dropped me off and I called them once a week from the hall phone in my dorm.
Writing (in cursive!), casting, directing and producing a backyard play with three other neighbor kids plus a cast member's little brother, whose job was to pull the curtain (my mother's old curtains, strung on a clothesline across the front part of the backyard, in front of the patio where the audience sat). Little brother was so entranced by the production that he just stood there, mouth agape, while the cast scowled at him and loudly whispered "Pull the curtain!!", until my mother came to his rescue.
I found the handwritten second act of that play, an adaptation of a familiar children's story, just last week. I was ten when I wrote it - in pencil, on notebook paper with blue lines, in cursive, or script, as we called it, with full sentences, no words misspelled, and accurate punctuation.
Guess all those library books I constantly kept my nose in paid off!
I ended up being embarrassed and teased when I liked boys. I was caught writing love notes in the fifth grade and my mom was contacted. I was also teased in front of my late grandmother. I was caught smooching in the cafeteria in the eleventh grade and I was grounded for a couple of days.
Playing in the woods behind our house like a wild creature with nary an electronic doo-dad in evidence. And I was so free and happy. When not in the woods, I was riding miles and miles on my balloon-tired bike. I sure has no weight problem and ate like a hungry horse...
That's something else that might baffle kids today. It used to be that elementary was kindergarten through sixth, then 7th and 8th grade were Junior High, then Senior High, 9 through 12.
When I was in school grades 1-6 were elementary, 7-9 were junior high and 10-12 were high school. At least that's how it was in Alaska.
Looking in the paper or calling the movie theater for the recorded message listing movie times.
Or the picture show, as my grandmother used to call it.
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