Photo Above: Top Left Corner - London Temple: My photo from
May 2005 w/Carolyn Henderson on our trip together.
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Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.
Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission.
Those Born 1930-1979!
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!
We survived while our pregnant mothers took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs
covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when
we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took
As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster
seats, seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and
NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank koolade made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
And we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all,
no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or
CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no
lawsuits from these accidents.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or
rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem
solvers and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!
If YOU are one of them . . .CONGRATULATIONS!
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!
Some Writings from Patty Atkinson:
"Dad A." wanted to have a tree planted at the church as a memorial for Dick and had talked with Bishop Fetters about it. On a beautiful, sunny afternoon, November 19, 1983, over sixty family and friends gathered in front of the La Mirada Ward building to plant a tree and dedicate a memorial plaque to Dick. The plaque is embedded in cement in front of the tree on the southwest side of the building. Chairs were set up beside the tree planting area and a podium was placed in front of it. Tom Leeds, counselor in the bishopric conducted the ceremonies. Scott Atkinson said the invocation. Scott Allen gave the first talk commenting about the hiking and good times Dick and the Scouts had together. He stated that Mount Atkinson would be shown on new maps from the U. S. Geological Service.
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