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You Mad Boomer?

11 Wednesday Dec 2019

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A recent comment on Reddit asked: How can boomers be mad at millennial’s, when they raised the kids who raised them?

My reply below, which is getting down voted by same Millennial’s, are just my thoughts and observations on why we are we are with so much discord between Boomers, Silly Millys, and Gen X and Zoomers.

But in essence my observation is, they(Millennial’s) weren’t raised the same way we were. As a Boomer our parents still invoked the  “Do as I say, Not as I Do” and more often “Children should be seen and not heard.” We didn’t talk back (or get caught saying anything under our breath) as directives weren’t up for debate. We weren’t handed participation trophies, we learned how to lose. Dr. Spock was still regarded as the answer to parenting questions.

Somehow and somewhere along the way, that changed to the Boomer parents wanting to be their child’s friend. Once that boundary was crossed the parenting lines were blurred. Nothing was done with the long term thought or repercussions of how this changed the generation and the ones thereafter. But now, collectively Boomers are the enemy.

Generation gaps have always existed, but every generation has also stood up and rebelled and fought for our nation. As Boomers, we also protested the Vietnam war, died in multiple wars, Women  in the 70s  burned their bras and started the Women’s Movement, and also fought in wars, no longer content to stay at home when they could show they were all that they could be.

But the same Boomers that are held at fault for everything in the last 73 years, are also ignoring everything they have because of the Boomers. A short list, that affects their everyday life looks something like this:

1946:

Tokyo Telecommunications Engineering (later renamed Sony) is founded with approximately 20 employees

ENIAC (for “Electronic Numerical Integrator and Computer”), the first general-purpose electronic computer, is unveiled at the University of Pennsylvania

AT&T announces their first car phones

1947:

The first practical electronic transistor is demonstrated

Edwin Land, founder of the Polaroid Corporation, makes first “instant camera”, the Polaroid Land Camera

1948:

The first tape recorder is sold

1950:

The first TV remote control, Zenith Radio’s Lazy Bones, is marketed

1951:

Direct dial coast-to-coast telephone service begins in the U.S.

1952:

A mechanical heart is used for first time in a human patient

Christine Jorgensen, a transsexual woman in Denmark, becomes the recipient of the first successful sexual reassignment operation

1956:

The first transatlantic telephone cable goes into operation

Videotape is used for the first time on television

And on and on and on it goes. Progress and enlightenment, the 60s we landed on the Moon, and now we have a Mars Rover. We have made progress in all areas that we take for granted, that our grandparents only dreamed of, and cartoonist drew from their imagination of wearing a telephone watch.

But now, two words set our back against the wall. “Ok Boomer.”

I take it for what it is, a lack of having any real response to the statement at hand, so they attempt to dismiss their elder with a snarky retort. We honestly have to see it and dismiss it for what it is, a childish response to the conversation at hand. We are at a monumental crux with our planet collapsing around us, politicians who refuse to stop destroying the Amazon, countries who continue to pollute the oceans, and it is beyond concerning the air pollution. Just take a look at this report from 2016. https://www.weforum.org/agenda/2016/10/air-pollution-the-true-cost-in-numbers/

So all we can do now is the best we can be as individuals. I’m not sure anymore if we can put politics, religion, and there isn’t a GoFundMe page large enough to save our collective asses. So yes, I’m mad and it has nothing to do with being a Boomer, just a realist.

 

Goodwill Hunting Part 2

05 Thursday Dec 2019

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A Goodwill Ambassador is described as “ a person who advocates for a specific cause on the basis of their notability. Goodwill ambassadors generally deliver goodwill or promote ideals from one entity to another, or to a population”

If there ever was a person who deserved such a designation on all levels of life, it would be Don Bigler.

Our family came to West Chester in the early 70s and settled into life here and at the United Methodist Church of West Chester. Back then it was Reverend Flood and Rigby, but the more familiar faces were the members of the congregation. There were the Bassets, the Biglers and  Werners, as well as the Haydens, Foss’s, and Ruth Gotwalls who taught us all to sing in three part harmony.

Based on where we lived we went to different schools, but what kept these friendships together to this day was the church. Make no mistake, that even if we did go to Sunday School  (for a while, but then not so much, and held our own meetings in the Nursery) we had MYF and canoe trips, mission trips to Kentucky and WEB.
We were trusted because of said parents (disclaimer:not mine) but the Bigler and the Werner family for sure. Regardless of shenanigans that we may embroiled ourselves in, we were still good kids.

Kids who grow up and mature, but come home from college and invite me over to dinner at their homes. By this time, my home had long been broken, and my present living situation was not the best. But I had my friends and their families who basically were my surrogates, and I celebrated holidays at their tables and I will forever be grateful for that.

These were old school parents, the type that are known today as the Silent Generation. Perhaps, in name only, as they were just as active and fun as we are now, at their age back then. Not only did they know how to have fun, they also knew how to give their time and energy.

Don Bigler, was at the door every Sunday with a firm handshake, a giant grin because he genuinely was glad to see you. Then he and the aforementioned ,would march down the aisle every week to pass the collection plate, and reverently remove the linen on the communion rail, even though one time we cringed inwardly. Don ran the show behind the scenes, quietly, but we all knew it.

Over the years I would run into Don in numerous places. Ringing the bell to collect donations, White Cane Day, selling fruit, making wreaths as he was a firm believer in helping his community. The last time I saw him, and to the confusion of my husband, he was standing outside at Wendy’s drive thru. I rolled down my window, and leaned out to give a nice gentleman a kiss. Toddy was looking at me as if I had three heads, when I simply explained, it was Jay’s dad.

Even after Jay and Heather had moved up north, I was still in contact with his parents, as I had sold them their computer and offered support on those occasions that they needed it.  It always came with a lovely visit and meal, and I truly miss those times. They always made me feel like I was part of the family.

The way he went wasn’t what we thought, and he always showed good will to his family, his church and his community. He was more than an ambassador, he was the church, the biggest giver of his time, his talents, his unending devotion to the causes he believed in.

The most we can do is honor him, and if we all do half as much from this day on, to every day thereafter, we may almost do as much good, as he did his entire life. Its a tragic loss, but I’m pretty sure if I do get to the Pearly Gates one day, he’s going to be there with a firm handshake and smile to greet me.

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