I see life from
both sides

Born on a farm in 1941 I started paying attention to life outside the fence about 1950. World War II was long ago won but Russians were acting up, big brother was in the Airforce, we had our own family bomb shelter, I started paying attention.

It is easy to be nostalgic about "the good old days" but things were no more perfect then than now. This is a comparison of what nine year old me saw in the 50s to what I see here now. In reality we've got it pretty darned good.

Let's keep it that way for our Grandchildren.