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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2015 17:59:59 GMT -5
Are you old enough to remember the whole of the 1960's?
At the beginning I recall people walking or cycling to church on Sunday, dressed in their "Sunday best." I remember the church bells competing with one another, and people dividing themselves into "Catholic" and "Protestant" camps. Not "divide" by which church they attended, but divisions which split schools and families. Religion mattered. (Ireland followed this trend in the 1990's.)
I felt the change about 1964. Our town was mostly Protestant. Suddenly there was no more mystique about being Catholic, and kids stopped fighting over religion. I remember young kids talking about television, and the adolescents talking about "movie stars" and "Beatles and Rolling Stones." Youth was enamored with this 1960's culture of youth.
Lots left our little meetings. Whole families, but mostly the younger generation. One dear lady said she left "because there was no more persecution."
The world calls it "tolerance" but it wasn't - people simply didn't care about religion anymore. During this decade we began to see the relentless upward surge in drugs, crime, violence, adultery and family breakdown figures. Where we lived people never locked their homes, and some left car keys in their ignitions so they wouldn't be lost. Not so by 1970.
Jesus wept over Jerusalem. He said because the Jews "did not know the time of their Visitation" they would be slaughtered, enslaved and driven out of their homeland. "And Jerusalem will be trodden down of the Gentiles until the Gentile's time is fulfilled."
For 1900 years Jews lived in exile and persecution. In 1967 the Jews gained back Jerusalem. The "Six Day War" portended the annihilation of the Jews by the united Arab nations back by Russia. It was essentially over in the first few hours. One can see the hand of God in that war. The Jews entered the "old city" and blew a ram's horn at the temple mount.
Jesus spoke about understanding the "signs" and the "times." The return of Jerusalem to the Jews, something utterly fantastic and absurd to generations of academics and skeptics, is something our generation has forgotten. But we should remember it because it is THE sign of our times today that the Gentiles will suffer as the Jews once did.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2015 20:09:28 GMT -5
before my time bert I was born in 1965 I vaguely remember the Vietnam war
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Post by snow on Aug 27, 2015 20:57:25 GMT -5
I kind of remember some of the 60's. I do remember being home sick with the mumps when JFK had his funeral. I remember it to be the era of a great social revolution. Hippies, free love and lots of drugs. But it was an important time because it broke the mold of how things had been for a very long time. Birth control for women changed everything. I recognize that you probably don't see it like I do Bert, but it was the beginning of people saying enough is enough and starting to think for themselves instead of just bowing down to the older generation and the government unquestioningly. It was a time when we decided to not do things they way we had always done them, just because that's how we had always done them.
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Post by bluejay on Aug 27, 2015 21:44:03 GMT -5
I remember the mid to end of the 1960's. Great memories of simpler times, even though I grew up in a large city.
As far as spirituality went, I understood there were God's people (us professing folks) and the rest of the world. Wasn't really aware that the 'rest of the world' had their own divisions. Except of course *everyone* knew that those Catholics were about as wrong as one could be. My church going neighbours were good people; honest and hard working, sincere in their faith. How could it be that they were doomed to a lost eternity just because they didn't go to meetings? I was told "yes, they're sincere, but sincerely wrong in their beliefs". Even at a young age I couldn't fully wrap my brain around the logistics of that. Weighty issues for a young child.
I also remember hearing in meetings of the evil of groups such as The Beatles and Rolling Stones. They were the devil's tools I remember being told. As was Billy Graham!
My best friend and her sister would wait on the corner every Sunday morning, all dressed up, waiting to be picked up by a bus. They would then be driven to a church for Sunday school lessons. I was SO jealous when we would meet up to play later in the day. They would show me pictures they had been given to colour, of Jesus, or Moses, or Daniel and the lion, etc.. I felt kinda cheated that I had gone to a meeting where I had to sit still and be quiet for 1 hour instead. But even at my young age I couldn't understand why they were being driven to Sunday school on a bus, while their never-attending parents stayed at home. That didn't make sense at all to me.
I can also remember the day President Kennedy was assassinated. Our teachers were crying, and we were sent home from school early. I wasn't sure what really was going on, but I knew it was something very big.
I think I was very fortunate to have been a child/teen in the 1960's. It was good season for me. As The Byrds would say:
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, a time to reap that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
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Post by bitterbetty on Aug 28, 2015 13:44:01 GMT -5
Growing up on a farm in a remote area, we were too busy living and keeping the farm running to get too terribly caught up in the whole '60's movement, but we were still impacted somewhat. The "pill" changed much, of course, except for those devout Catholics and Mormons who didn't believe in any form of birth control. Seems to me that divorce became more common, which as a kid I remember whenever one of my friends parents got divorced, I felt the GRIEF of it too. I felt very sad for them. Divorce is soooo hard, hard on everyone in the family, but especially hard on the kids. But, staying in an abusive relationship is hard too so what's the answer?
I remember the hippie movement well as many of those hippies moved to our neck of the woods to get away from it all and live out their hippie ideals. Yes, they did have ideals. Peace and Love. Peace, yes, I think that is what they were really after...They wanted to get back to nature; back to the basics-'live off the land'. Little did they know, we were already 'living off the land' in our own way; started by great grand-dad who homesteaded and quite literally lived off the land...this was the ideal they were after....it was nothing NEW to us-so we weren't caught up in trying to prove it could be done-and found modern conveniences to be refreshing instead of something to turn away from. We became very close friends with some hippies...my dad didn't like them much and was very skeptical about what they were all about. My mom, however, didn't seem to have as much of a problem with them and was more open-minded about it. That fact of the matter was, they weren't really as different from us rednecks as many would assume. I remember one summer, my dad was off cutting logs in the woods and couldn't be home to put all the hay up, so he hired a couple of hippies we knew to help us out. I drove tractor while they bucked the bales. What a combo. Redneck chick driving tractor, hippies bucking the bales. It was a great time for me and I thoroughly enjoyed. Never mind that one of the hippies was quite a fox... We all embraced the simple life and living naturally out in the country-some of us had just been there all our lives and many of the hippies who wanted to get away from it all came from the cities they were tired and disgusted with-the overcrowdedness, the noise, the pollution, the corruption, the crime. They were sick of 'modern society' and wanted to do it differently. Can't say I blame them.
Where I grew up, we were fairly insulated from crime. Don't remember locking doors and the keys were left in the ignition.
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Post by fixit on Aug 28, 2015 15:07:12 GMT -5
Don't remember locking doors and the keys were left in the ignition. I find it interesting that folks raised in different countries can say that: Australia, New Zealand, USA, Canada. I'm not convinced it can be explained by changes in religion though.
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Post by bitterbetty on Aug 28, 2015 15:26:34 GMT -5
Don't remember locking doors and the keys were left in the ignition. I find it interesting that folks raised in different countries can say that: Australia, New Zealand, USA, Canada. I'm not convinced it can be explained by changes in religion though.In our case, it really had nothing to do with religion or lack thereof. It's just the way it was...we weren't particularly religious and most of the folks we associated with and hung out with weren't either. People just didn't steal from each other, I guess you could say. We didn't worry so much about safety from human predators as we did about how to live and stay safe in mother nature. Forest fires were ALWAYS a threat in late summer...had to keep an eye out for them. But as far as someone else committing a crime against us, we didn't worry too much. Besides, the whole county was afraid of my dad and knew he had plenty of guns... And knew how to use them! He was VERY protective. I had a hard time getting dates because most of the boys were afraid of my dad....
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Post by rational on Aug 28, 2015 16:15:36 GMT -5
The world calls it "tolerance" but it wasn't - people simply didn't care about religion anymore. During this decade we began to see the relentless upward surge in drugs, crime, violence, adultery and family breakdown figures. Where we lived people never locked their homes, and some left car keys in their ignitions so they wouldn't be lost. Not so by 1970. Maybe you live in the wrong place, bert! I'm hoping the house isn't locked because I don't have a house key!
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Post by bitterbetty on Aug 28, 2015 16:33:28 GMT -5
There is a very interesting 'mix', I guess you could say about some folks. I think of Merle Haggard and how much he was embraced by some. Was he a perfect man? Absolutely not!. Spent some time in prison...but most of the hard working, law-abiding rednecks and cowboys could relate to him. Even though he was rough around the edges, he was still basically considered a good guy who sang about a lot of 'right' ideas in the songs he himself wrote. "We like living right and being free...." as the line goes in one of his most famous songs. Finally, here was a big country star who was singing their songs; the ideals they lived by-put into music....My parents went to see him in concert once and he told the crowd it received him even more enthusiastically than those in his native Oklahoma. Was a he a perfect God-fearing man? No. Was he trying to make political statements with his music?? He claims not to...there was a lot of turmoil and division in our country at that time and he wrote about it. Songs like "Working Man Blues", and "Mama Tried", and "Branded Man" and of course, "Okie from Muskogee". Sure he had his faults, but he also had his principles....AND, is it really so different in other cultures? The hippies had their hippie ways that others could not accept, but they had their principles...
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Post by bitterbetty on Aug 28, 2015 16:39:31 GMT -5
"Mama Tried"- by Merle Haggard The first thing I remember knowing Was a lonesome whistle blowing And a young'un's dream of growing up to ride On a freight train leaving town Not knowing where I'm bound And no one could change my mind but Mama tried One and only rebel child From a family meek and mild My mama seemed to know what lay in store Despite all my Sunday learning Towards the bad I kept on turning Till Mama couldn't hold me anymore And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama triedDear old Daddy, rest his soul Left my mom a heavy load She tried so very hard to fill his shoes Working hours without rest Wanted me to have the best She tried to raise me right but I refused And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxQbvSjQy9A ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So, here's song about a single mother and how it turned out for time period on the son....Bert I am sure will have a heyday with that one....
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Post by bitterbetty on Aug 28, 2015 16:46:11 GMT -5
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Post by bitterbetty on Aug 28, 2015 17:08:14 GMT -5
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