As summer begins, although I really think it began last month, I am reminded of many summers of the past.
As children, my siblings and I grew up in two small towns; one, our residence, and the other a town we visited often, where our grandparents lived and where I was born. This small town was very much a part of my childhood. I remember the Piggly Wiggly. I remember when bologna was 50 cents per pack at that same Piggly Wiggly. Times were much simpler then.
Growing up in the 90s, we didn’t have fancy cell phones, and sweet tea was a staple (still is) in our house. We played outside. We took care of the garden with my grandparents, and after a long summer day we cooled off in the above-ground pool my grandparents bought. We were kids. We were respectful. We had manners. Granny helped teach us that. I am lucky that I still have my granny. I was born on her birthday, and have shared it with her for what will now be 31 years next month.
I miss all of these things. Maybe that is why we now have a pool and I love farmer’s markets so much, because the produce reminds me of granny’s garden. And boy does a fried bologna sandwich make my mouth water. Like I said, things were so much simpler in those times.
The trigger for this onslaught of memories was witnessing, firsthand, how rude and inconsiderate the younger people are today. (Let’s say ages ranging from 15 to 25). Don’t forget the sense of entitlement, because mommy and daddy give them everything and they don’t know what it means to earn anything. I’m not blaming them. They were raised this way. I’m pretty sure they never got a whoopin’ either. When in all honesty, they need one of those right now.
When I was a kid, we didn’t talk back and we sure as heck didn’t go ahead and do something that we were told not to do. “Well I will feel so bad if I discipline little Suzy, or little Bobby. They’re just kids. Let them be kids.” Then one day they are big kids that run all over everyone and show no respect. I’ve seen disrespectful kids in Walmart and their parents are just as horrible. I’m not a push over. DISCIPLINE; something else my Granny taught me. That’s what it boils down to. I’m sure we had our moments back in the day, but I don’t ever remember any of us showing the lack of respect and, general, rudeness that runs so rampant today.
The moral of the story; discipline those children and teach them respect. If they don’t learn it early, then someone else will be disciplining them, when they are older, for those smart mouths. Those, like me, will be sipping our sweet tea, minding our own business and watching them get their bologna tore up in what used to be the Piggly Wiggly parking lot.
Ben Marmolejo-Najera is The Henderson News’ graphic designer. His email is firstname.lastname@example.org.
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