1950s Values and Morals

Many people express the desire to go back to the fifties and the values people had back then.

What do they mean by that? Obviously, people weren’t saints back then and many wrongs were committed.

When people talk about going back to the values of the fifties and sixties they are referring to the things we were taught, whether we listened or not. 

Values such as hard work, self-discipline, marriage, self-reliance, respect for authority, studiousness, patience, the values that ultimately would lead to a happier more productive, successful life than one would have if they don’t follow these principles.

The idea that one should first finish their education, get a job, then get married and once established, then have children. 

Believe it or not, at one time, if a couple couldn’t afford to have more kids, they didn’t have them.

When you start a family before you are financially or mentally prepared, you are only asking for trouble. 

Life is hard enough when you try to do things in the proper manner, it just gets harder when you break the rules.

No one is ever guaranteed a successful life that has no problems, but when a person follows these simple rules of success, the likelihood of having a good life greatly increases. 

Even if issues do come along, which they will, if you have followed the game plan, you will have reserves, financially and spiritually to carry you through the rough spots.

These are time-honored traditions that were carried down through the ages, by responsible people have guided people since time immemorial. 

They are just good common sense values to be followed by everyone, regardless of race, creed or national origin. 

They have nothing to do with white supremacy or racism, sexism or any other ism.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

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Keep the Old Values That Have Stood the Test Of Time

 

As the world changes and old ways are tossed out the window, we need to remember to hang on to what is near and dear to us, to cling to the universal truths that never change, even though society and customs do.

Times and customs regularly change, as they should. However, many ideas have stood the test of time and should never be discarded.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

The Indy 500

 

We lived about seventy miles from the Indianapolis 500 Motor Speedway. in those days, during the month of May, there was daily activity at the track. The drivers and teams would practice daily during the whole month of May in preparation for the big Memorial Day classic.  In the early days, qualifications would take two weekends and was normally interrupted by rain or bad weather.

The drivers and teams would practice daily during the whole month of May in preparation for the big Memorial Day classic.  In the early days, qualifications would take two weekends and was normally interrupted by rain or bad weather.

The race was always held on May thirtieth, making it fall on a weekday more often than not.

I can always remember listening to the race; every activity would stop so we could gather around the radio to listen to the pageantry from beginning to end.

The first race I remember was in 1953 when a lot of the old timers were still racing, Eddie Sachs, Billy Vukovich, Johnny Parsons and others always provided an exciting race.

It was a sad day in 1954 when Billy Vukovich was killed during the annual classic.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

The Last Day of School

 

I rode my scooter to school the last day of my eighth grade, against my parent’s better judgement. I promised I wouldn’t let anyone else drive it, of course, that didn’t work out very well.

Arriving at school, Steve Tunny wanted to drive it around the block. I didn’t want to let him drive, however, he finally persuaded me. I decided it would be ok if I rode on the back. As if that was going to keep him from doing something he shouldn’t.

The next thing I knew, he was driving across a small muddy ditch. In an instant, the scooter flipped upside down and we’re headed straight for a telephone pole. Luckily, we missed the pole and only had scratches on our elbows and mud on the handlebars of the scooter, the only thing hurt was my pride.

You think I told anyone? Nope.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

Been in the Army Long

 

As I grabbed a parcel and jumped from my package car, I noticed an old gentleman wearing a tattered army fatigue jacket standing next to my car. The man was very old, had poor eyesight, obviously a retired world war two vet. He looked up at me in my brown uniform standing next to my brown vehicle and asked, “How long you been in the Army?”

I replied, “Just a few years,” and proceeded to walk into the bank. No further explanation was needed.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

The Cushman Motor Scooter

When I was about fourteen, I was able to buy a motor scooter with the money I had saved up by working various farming jobs, including baling hay. At last, I had something to drive other than a tractor. It was a Cushman “Box” scooter. I think that at one time they were used by the military during the “Big” war.

photo of a Cushman scooter

Riding the Cushman

It was in dire need of a paint job, so I tore it down and with the help of dad sanded and repainted it. I have to admit, it looked pretty cool when I was done. It was my pride and joy; I drove that thing everywhere, through the creek, across fields and even on the road as long as the road wasn’t heavily traveled.

The best part was that I now had transportation to my hay baling jobs.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

Winning The Big Game

 

Our freshman year, the varsity team won a sectional game but were defeated the next game, thus ended our quest for a state championship.

It was an Indiana custom for a school to have a celebration if their team won any championship games in the state playoffs.

We never won a championship, but our team had won a game, the school administration decided we should celebrate, so they scheduled a school dance the Monday morning following the sectional. It turned out to be quite a big deal; luckily, I had worn my peg leg blue jeans and white bucks to school that day.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome