R. I. P. Thank You.

I agree wholeheartedly with this post!


I was born in the late 1960’s.  Things were much different then. Children were not ruled by the latest technological devices, rather we were ruled by our parents. I can’t speak for my entire generation, as I am sure that there were those who would disagree with my opinion.

I know that the kids on my block were taught manners. Not fancy etiquette, nope just plain old manners. “Please” and “Thank You” were non-negotiable always to be used parts of “minding ones manners”.

I got spanked if I did not begin any request I made with the word “Please”.

I got a spanking if I received something from someone and did not respond with “Thank You”.

Back in those days (oh geez, I sound like my grandma) spanking was the punishment for most childhood “crimes” and after being spanked a few times, one did whatever one could to avoid the spanking.

“Please” and “Thank You” became…

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8 thoughts on “R. I. P. Thank You.

      1. That’s exactly it. I would add that having children turned into a contest with parents vying to give the best standards to their children in terms of all the things the kids were able to take part in and all the things that were provided for them. I actually consider myself fortunate in that respect because I was a single mother with no support so I wasn’t ABLE to engage in the competition. I would say though that I worked full time and really hard, could not afford child-care and had no help in that regard from anyone else. Somehow it seems that the girls grew up really close, looking out for and supporting one another and fiercely protective of one another and of me. They didn’t have all the latest gadgets, they didn’t get to go on holidays and they didn’t dress in the latest fashions. But guess what – as soon as they were able they all got part time jobs so that they could buy things for themselves and they all have a really strong work ethic. They do not feel entitled one bit – they know that to get anything out of life you have to put in and more than that, they have decency and compassion and manners and for that I am proud. Very proud because though it was extremely tough at the time, I know what I gave them, as well as roots and wings, was a set of values that was handed to me by my parents and to them by theirs. I feel very emotional about this because I fear for the future – what on earth happens to humankind when the care is ironed out of it and if you don’t care enough to say please and thank you, you certainly don’t care enough to work for the greater good of others. And that is not to say that I think we should all sit round the campfire eating mung bean cassserole and singing Kumbya (I think you know me better than that) – it means that the old values that stood mankind in perfectly good stead and developed over centuries have been mown down in the quest to have more and more and more. This is why I love you so much – you don’t ask for much, you take responsibility for the bits you got wrong and you just want to be left alone to live a humble dream which you will achieve by hard work with your hands and not by expecting others to pat you on the back, say never mind and here’s a free boat to set sail in (no thanks required). Rant over and it won’t surprise you that my previous married name was Rance which people often mis-spelled RANTS!!! Squidges to Vinny 🙂

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      2. That’s right. My first bike was used. We shopped for school clothes at Sears or Woolworth’s. My toy trucks came from the dump, and my dad fixed them. As a teenager I learned if you want something bad enough, you saved your $5 a week allowance until you could buy it! I got my first real job at 15, picking eggs and shoveling s%@t! My mother used to make me change on the back porch I smelled so bad! The school of hard knocks is the best way to understand the value of hard work, and makes the things we have seem all the more important.

        PS: So, your running diatribe was just a rant! I get it! 😉


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