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jlf1961 -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/12/2008 3:04:17 PM)
Ok, considering I was born in 61.... smoke dope? no, I waited till 73 and I happen to discover that the small ranch dad bought happened to have been a place where they grew hemp for the navy in WW2. Cannibus was the primary rope hemp during that war, so..... protest the War? Are you nuts, my father was a master sargent in the airforce. dodge the draft? I was way too young dress like a hippie? As close as I could without dad trying to remove my head from my shoulders. hitchhike? nope, way too young see 'Alice Cooper' in concert? no.

kittinSol -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/12/2008 3:06:11 PM)
Ex-fan des sixties...

kdsub -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/12/2008 4:22:05 PM)
There was a draft long before 1969..maybe not a lottery but an induction draft...I know I was drafted in 1966... then told the army to stick it and joined the Marines...they were even drafting some Marines in 1966 there were two guys in my training platoon. Butch

orfunboi -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 6:04:20 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: popeye1250 Orfunboi, I graduated in 1969 so I was right in the thick of it. But, they'd already had the "Draft Lottery" and people with my birth date got a very high number and wouldn't have had to go but I did anyway. I think it was "Sept 14th" that was the # 1 pick for the draft in that lottery. So if that was your birthday you were fucked! They used your birthday? I didn't remember that part. Not much of a present. Kinda like when they make your tags expire on your birthday, hey happy birthday - send us money. Oh and PinkSugarSub....When did you graduate high school?

lronitulstahp -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 6:12:27 AM)
To make it clear...UM's are underaged children...minors...some folks here seem to refer to their 21 year old children as UM's. i think if we're truly discussing sharing such info with underaged children...well of course some discretion is needed. i can't share the same info with my 6 year-old that i can share with my 16 year-old cousin...and what i'm willing to share with my 21 year-old cousin goes even further. One has to gauge the information along with taking the age of the child into consideration. i often wonder the purpose of letting your freak flag fly with any and all sundry. Children don't need to know every single mistake or everything you did...they aren't our confessors. i don't condone outright lying...but neither is full disclosure necessary when dealing with one's children.

kittinSol -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 6:19:04 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: lronitulstahp they aren't our confessors. i don't condone outright lying...but neither is full disclosure necessary when dealing with one's children. I couldn't agree more! Perhaps this need to 'come out' with everything comes from our ultra-confessional culture of full-disclosure. Personally, I think it's horrible and that people shouldn't treat their offsprings as if they were Oprah. They're not our friends.

colouredin -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 6:25:07 AM)
nods When my folks spilt up I was their confidant and to be honest the phrase too much infomation has never been truer, Who wants to know that their mother wasnt happy sexually? seriously yuck

kittinSol -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 6:30:02 AM)
(Parenthesis: it's good to see you, colouredin :-)

MzMia -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 11:11:18 AM)
I don't feel the need to confess the majority of the things I did in my past, UNLESS it is to warn them not to do it. Often, when I want to drive the points "home", I tell them specific situations and people that indulged in certain activities and how it pretty much ruined their lives. I not only don't glorify my past drug use, etc. I don't advertise or glorify "alternative lifestyles" yet I let them know that it is perfectly okay for people to be different. Most young people struggle with finding themselves and "fitting in". I am always stressing how it is okay to be "unique and different" , have your own values, standards and morals, and not a mindless "crowd follower". I think many people are in denial if they think that um's can't pick up on what their parents are doing that they are attempting to "hide" from them. Especially as they get older many are very cunning, and there is not a lot that they can't pick up on. I have always been amazed at how so many underestimate young people. Remember pink, for many of us we need to worry more about how we are living NOW, and how it is currently affecting our um's. IMHO, that is more relevant than what I did 25 years ago. I am proud of who I am NOW, what I have overcome, what I am doing NOW and where I am going. That is the legacy I hope to leave them.

SeeksOnlyOne -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 11:20:30 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: lronitulstahp To make it clear...UM's are underaged children...minors...some folks here seem to refer to their 21 year old children as UM's. i think if we're truly discussing sharing such info with underaged children...well of course some discretion is needed. i can't share the same info with my 6 year-old that i can share with my 16 year-old cousin...and what i'm willing to share with my 21 year-old cousin goes even further. One has to gauge the information along with taking the age of the child into consideration. i often wonder the purpose of letting your freak flag fly with any and all sundry. Children don't need to know every single mistake or everything you did...they aren't our confessors. i don't condone outright lying...but neither is full disclosure necessary when dealing with one's children. amen...i grew up positive i was from a family of saints....and i aspired to be as good as they were. course, it makes it all the more enjoyable when youre 25 and they finally share the tales of aunt edna hangin out at the honky tonks by the river and whoring around when uncle hoyt was on the road driving a truck, and uncle ed gettin stabbed by a jealous hubby who came home a day early[:D]

kc692 -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 11:32:21 AM)
lol..... waiting on the graduation date myself.....

slvemike4u -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 11:37:55 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: lronitulstahp To make it clear...UM's are underaged children...minors...some folks here seem to refer to their 21 year old children as UM's. i think if we're truly discussing sharing such info with underaged children...well of course some discretion is needed. i can't share the same info with my 6 year-old that i can share with my 16 year-old cousin...and what i'm willing to share with my 21 year-old cousin goes even further. One has to gauge the information along with taking the age of the child into consideration. i often wonder the purpose of letting your freak flag fly with any and all sundry. Children don't need to know every single mistake or everything you did...they aren't our confessors. i don't condone outright lying...but neither is full disclosure necessary when dealing with one's children. The purpose of some of these conversations is quite frankly to help Your Ums avoid the potholes You Yourself might have stumbled in.Now speaking has someone who never met a pothole he didn't feel obligated to check out ,the trick IMHO is having these conversations,avoiding all glorifying, and romanticising while alerting and convincing them of possible consequences.To maintain credibility at times requires honesty...A responsible parent is often forced ,to reveal less savory aspects of thier youth,starting every talk with "I had a friend who" will get tired quick and become pretty transparent after a while....as i said in an earlier post at the alter of credibility I choose not to demonize or embellish the effects of pot ,doing a 'Reefer Madness" on my son will achieve nothing in the long run except chip away at what I hold most dear ...his trust and his belief that I will always deal with him in an honest and truthfull way...Lose that and I lose the ability to influence and guide..and that I would truly grieve he may not be a Um after a certain age but he will still be my son and the ability to trust each other is far more important than maintaining a veneer of infalibility

MsMillgrove -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 11:50:59 AM)
My answer to the questions is YES to every one of them with a few twists. I couldn't dodge the draft because I was a woman.. a 19 yr old bride who illegally entered a SE Asian country so that I live off base with my husband who had enlisted because he had lost his student deferment and was up for the draft. So I spent 5 years in the middle of the Viet Nam war as a military dependent and a pacifist. I saw it close up. My friends stayed home, finished college and treated the returning vets like dirt. Alice Cooper? No it was Janis Joplin and the Holding Co or the Jefferson Airplane Before Gracie Slick at the Fillmore 1966, the same spring that the first "love-in" was held in Golden Gate Park..which I attended not dressed "like" a hippie but dressed as the real flower child I was at the time. What the times had then.. that seems lost now--a belief that we would lead lives different from our parents.. that we would not support hippocracy, the our leaders would tell us the truth someday. Did I tell my children the truth? Eventually.. in dribs and drabs.. appropriately as was already harped on in the thread. What did one neighbor boy who I knew since he was little.. and is now grown.. say to me recently? "You know what I envy about your youth?" "We have everything--video games, technology, great schools, good parents who care about us--but you had the one thing we don't have: Freedom." That is what we had..freedom to be ourselves, to grow up with risks and learn self-reliance and independence. Some made use of it, others abused it.. but we had our own lives to live.. we knew how to "play" by ourselves. We could trust the neighbors to watch over us. Our parents helped us learn how to pick friends, they didn't pick them for us. We never heard of a "playdate". We did our homework and chores without constant supervision. No one pressured us from kindergarden to get into the right college. well enough... those were good times and bad times. The same as now, I guess.. only different. lol

popeye1250 -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 12:51:30 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: orfunboi quote: ORIGINAL: popeye1250 Orfunboi, I graduated in 1969 so I was right in the thick of it. But, they'd already had the "Draft Lottery" and people with my birth date got a very high number and wouldn't have had to go but I did anyway. I think it was "Sept 14th" that was the # 1 pick for the draft in that lottery. So if that was your birthday you were fucked! They used your birthday? I didn't remember that part. Not much of a present. Kinda like when they make your tags expire on your birthday, hey happy birthday - send us money. Oh and PinkSugarSub....When did you graduate high school? Orfunboi, yeah, they put 366 balls each with a date on it i.e. "Oct 15th" into a lottery cage or whatever and started picking them out at random and I'm pretty sure "Sept14th" came out as number "1". They reconned that the first 100 or so picks would get drafted. But, in those days you had to go down to your local "Draft Board" within 5 days of your 18th birthday and register for the draft, if you didn't you could get arrested. My father told me, "you better get down there and I want to see your draft card when you get back!" And they gave you a "Draft Card" and you had to have it on your person at all times to show that you had in fact registered for the draft. Many times my friends and I would be walking down the sidewalk and a police cruiser would pull up to us and the cops would say; "Hey Assholes! Let's see your draft cards and you better have them or you're going downtown with us" just to harrass us. So we had to show the cops our draft cards or we'd get arrested and "I left it home" would get you arrested! They were real pricks about it! Some days we'd get pulled over 3 or 4 times! But, the cops didn't like us and we didn't like them. They were constantly harrassing us because we had long hair! That's why we were always getting into fights with them. If you had long hair they'd pull up in the cruiser and say shit like, "Well hello Mary, where's your fucking dress?" "Hi girls, going to a tea party?" "Hey! Where's your fucking Barbie Dolls you faggotts?" Stuff like that. Of course we'd give it right back to them! One time a buddy and me were walking downtown and had bought milkshakes and they pulled up to us and tried that shit and my friend said, "Hey, ...you Fat Bastards, want some ice cream!?" And we threw what we had left of our milkshakes right in the cruiser at them! lol We screwed and they couldn't catch us. My buddy turned around and started roaring laughing! I turned around to see two fat cops covered in milkshake, billyclubs in hand running down the sidewalk after us SCREAMING swears at us, both of their hats on the ground behind them! God, I wish I had a camera!!! We could hear them way behind us yelling, "Stop! I'm going to fucking kill you two fuckin' cocksuckers!" Oh sure, we were going to stop and wait for those two fat fucks. We'd be waiting 10 minutes! In those days, "Officer Kelly" wore an XXX extra large gunbelt hidden somewhere underneith a tremendous beer belly and couldn't run 25 yards to save his life! We, on the other hand were 17, 18, 19 years old and could run like the wind! In those days the cops didn't, "go to the gym" shall we say. Plus, they'd be standing out in the hot sun at those anti war rallies with beat red faces from boozing it up at the Irish American club, the Sons of Italy or the American legion the night before, sweat pouring off of them and dehydrated! And they were always in a fowl mood! lol I think they stopped walking a beat pretty much in the 50's and by 1960 they were pretty much all riding around in cruisers. And they got fatter, and fatter, and fatter! They were in terrible shape and we knew it! Sometimes we'd be the ones to start shit with them first because we knew that they would anyway. We'd walk by them and one guy would say outloud to another; "Hey! Does your father work?" The other guy would say, "No! He's a fat lazy COP on the take!" They were easy. All you had to do was let them take the first swing at you, duck down real fast and come up with an upper cut and knock them on their asses! It'd take them 5 seconds to get up off the ground and you could boot them on their fat asses a couple of times for good measure while they were trying to get up! lol There'd be more than 100,000 people at those rallys and they all looked like us! lol We could see the cops but they couldn't see us! It was easy to "dissapear." You'd see the cops at a hot dog stand wolfing down 3 or 4 hotdogs and two large cokes and when the guy asked them for money they'd just look at him and smile. That's why everyone called them "Pigs" in those days. One of my buddies was a huge and muscular kid with 18 inch biceps and he never lifted weights! He was enourmously strong! We called him "Fritz." His father had served in a German Panzer division in the war and immigrated. We were in Harvard Square and sure enough the cops started giving us a ration of shit! Fritz swore at one of them in German and he got wacked with a wooden billy club that the cops carried in those days. He ripped it right out of the cop's hand and started slapping him across the face with it, "Wap! Wap! Wap!" The rest of us took care of the other three cops he was with and it was all over in 10 seconds and we dissapeared into the crowd! lol The cops were real Bastards in those days! No "lawsuits" then, you had to fight! It was one thing when they billied some college kid from Ohio and he'd hit the deck in the fetal position after one blow but, we wearn't college kids from Ohio. We hit them back. Ahhhhh! The Good ole days!

slvemike4u -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 1:11:25 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: popeye1250 quote: ORIGINAL: orfunboi quote: ORIGINAL: popeye1250 Orfunboi, yeah, they put 366 balls each with a date on it i.e. "Oct 15th" into a lottery cage or whatever and started picking them out at random and I'm pretty sure "Sept14th" came out as number "1". They reconned that the first 100 or so picks would get drafted. But, in those days you had to go down to your local "Draft Board" within 5 days of your 18th birthday and register for the draft, if you didn't you could get arrested. My father told me, "you better get down there and I want to see your draft card when you get back!" And they gave you a "Draft Card" and you had to have it on your person at all times to show that you had in fact registered for the draft. Many times my friends and I would be walking down the sidewalk and a police cruiser would pull up to us and the cops would say; "Hey Assholes! Let's see your draft cards and you better have them or you're going downtown with us" just to harrass us. So we had to show the cops our draft cards or we'd get arrested and "I left it home" would get you arrested! They were real pricks about it! Some days we'd get pulled over 3 or 4 times! But, the cops didn't like us and we didn't like them. They were constantly harrassing us because we had long hair! That's why we were always getting into fights with them. If you had long hair they'd pull up in the cruiser and say shit like, "Well hello Mary, where's your fucking dress?" "Hi girls, going to a tea party?" "Hey! Where's your fucking Barbie Dolls you faggotts?" Stuff like that. Of course we'd give it right back to them! One time a buddy and me were walking downtown and had bought milkshakes and they pulled up to us and tried that shit and my friend said, "Hey, ...you Fat Bastards, want some ice cream!?" And we threw what we had left of our milkshakes right in the cruiser at them! lol We screwed and they couldn't catch us. We could hear them way behind us yelling, "Stop! I'm going to fucking kill you two fuckin' cocksuckers!" Oh sure, we were going to stop and wait for those two fat fucks. We'd be waiting 10 minutes! In those days, "Officer Kelly" wore an XXX extra large gunbelt hidden somewhere underneith a tremendous beer belly and couldn't run 25 yards to save his life! We, on the other hand were 17, 18, 19 years old and could run like the wind! In those days the cops didn't, "go to the gym" shall we say. Plus, they'd be standing out in the hot sun at those anti war rallies with beat red faces from boozing it up at the Irish American club, the Sons of Italy or the American legion the night before, sweat pouring off of them and dehydrated! And they were always in a fowl mood! lol I think they stopped walking a beat pretty much in the 50's and by 1960 they were pretty much all riding around in cruisers. And they got fatter, and fatter, and fatter! They were in terrible shape and we knew it! Sometimes we'd be the ones to start shit with them first because we knew that they would anyway. We'd walk by them and one guy would say outloud to another; "Hey! Does your father work?" The other guy would say, "No! He's a fat lazy COP on the take!" They were easy. All you had to do was let them take the first swing at you, duck down real fast and come up with an upper cut and knock them on their asses! It'd take them 5 seconds to get up off the ground and you could boot them on their fat asses a couple of times for good measure while they were trying to get up! lol There'd be more than 100,000 people at those rallys and they all looked like us! lol We could see the cops but they couldn't see us! It was easy to "dissapear." You'd see the cops at a hot dog stand wolfing down 3 or 4 hotdogs and two large cokes and when the guy asked them for money they'd just look at him and smile. That's why everyone called them "Pigs" in those days. One of my buddies was a huge and muscular kid with 18 inch biceps and he never lifted weights! He was enourmously strong! We called him "Fritz." His father had served in a German Panzer division in the war and immigrated. We were in Harvard Square and sure enough the cops started giving us a ration of shit! Fritz swore at one of them in German and he got wacked with a wooden billy club that the cops carried in those days. He ripped it right out of the cop's hand and started slapping him across the face with it, "Wap! Wap! Wap!" The rest of us took care of the other three cops he was with and it was all over in 10 seconds and we dissapeared into the crowd! lol The cops were real Bastards in those days! No "lawsuits" then, you had to fight! It was one thing when they billied some college kid from Ohio and he'd hit the deck in the fetal position after one blow but, we wearn't college kids from Ohio. We hit them back. Ahhhhh! The Good ole days! Popeye You are a natural born story teller ,and I repeat You must be a hoot and a holler over a couple of drinks...and I had held the usual opinion of any Yankee fan that the only good thing to ever come out of Boston was AEROSMITH

Arpig -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 1:22:08 PM)
quote: smoke dope? Yup, amongst other things quote: protest the War? Nope, not quite old enough quote: dodge the draft? Nope, not relevant as I am Canadian quote: dress like a hippie? Yup, most definatly quote: hitchhike? Yup quote: see 'Alice Cooper' in concert? Nope, saw lots of other bands, but Alice never played my town when I was of an age to go see concerts

popeye1250 -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 1:37:34 PM)
Slvemike, the true storys are the funniest! I think I get it from my grandmother who came from Donegal, Ireland. God, could she tell a story! And alas I have to agree with you about the Yankees. Until 2004 that is![:D] The biggest rivalry in baseball.

orfunboi -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 4:15:24 PM)
Oh the memories, now the cops would slow down to yell something and 4 video cameras would pop out. Anyone for you tube? Oh and Pink, why are you ignoring my question? I answered yours.

lronitulstahp -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 4:25:54 PM)
quote: the ability to trust each other is far more important than maintaining a veneer of infalibility http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnO9Jyz82Ps Not at all was i suggesting a veneer of anything. Just trying to point out the fact that a 4 year-old may not need to hear about Daddy's pot smoking days...of course as they grow, we share experiences. We let them know we're far from perfect in any sense, but as others here can tell you, sometimes people feel a need to spill each and everything to their kids. i have friends for that. My children, when they need guidance, direction, a sense of trust, i can share some things to help. (WHEN IT'S AGE APPROPRIATE) But just for the sake of proving i was bad ass in high school, and once cut half a day of classes...Nah! rather not. Sadly i am pretty lame...but wait'll they here about the shit that NANA pulled in the 60's&70's....

slvemike4u -> RE: Tell the Truth (6/14/2008 4:45:35 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: lronitulstahp quote: the ability to trust each other is far more important than maintaining a veneer of infalibility http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnO9Jyz82Ps Not at all was i suggesting a veneer of anything. Just trying to point out the fact that a 4 year-old may not need to hear about Daddy's pot smoking days...of course as they grow, we share experiences. We let them know we're far from perfect in any sense, but as others here can tell you, sometimes people feel a need to spill each and everything to their kids. i have friends for that. My children, when they need guidance, direction, a sense of trust, i can share some things to help. (WHEN IT'S AGE APPROPRIATE) But just for the sake of proving i was bad ass in high school, and once cut half a day of classes...Nah! rather not. Sadly i am pretty lame...but wait'll they here about the shit that NANA pulled in the 60's&70's.... I understand what Your saying and fully agree,if what Your doing is trying to prove Your coolness,You need to reevaluate Your priorities .That being said there is a point with teenagers that honesty is Your only effective way of getting Your message across and retaining Your credibility is Your best bet to reach them...this is all opinion of course there is no one right way...in my case since I am more than happy with the results I am comfortable with my choices...

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