Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for September 13, 2019

Back then we didn’t have to worry about "bad"people. We also knew our neighbors as well. Also, if a neighbor suggested it was time to go home you would reply “Yes Mam or Yes Sir” and head home.

A neighbor blew a whistle when it was time for her kids to go home so we all knew it was time.

Present!

Where I live, the street lights come on at 11:pm in the summer and 5:pm in the winter.

Didn’t have street lights just the occasional yard light.

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We came home when mom hollered out the back door…

No one had phones when you were a kid, Aunty. Skip home now, sweetie.

We just looked for other places to hang out when the street lights came on. I was largely unsupervised as a kid. It’s amazing that I turned out to be such a great person, not to mention humble.

Street lights? She had street lights?

had to have street lights, how else can you play stickball.

Is this a midwestern thing? Of course, I really can’t remember much of my childhood anymore. . .

We didn’t even come home then!

We didn’t have street lights. I just knew to get home before it was completely dark.

We were expected to be home, right after school, and this was when we listened to radio because we had no television to watch.

I walked home from the first grade, by a busy boulevard in Los Angeles in the 1940s. No one tried to kidnap me and if I was a little late my mother didn’t freak out. I don’t think she even knew where I was most of the time.

Myself and My 3 older brothers Knew to Be Home Before the street lights Came On. There was no Discussion about this and We all Accepted It,No Problem. It was called Respect for Your Parents and/or Elders.

Yep – if I wasn’t home when the street lights came on, I had a long talk with my mom waiting for me.

No street lights on the farm and if you were out at dusk, you were doing chores until they were done.

I carried change to use at the payphone when needed. I had the important numbers stored in my head.

In my house, we knew to come home before all the other kids ate all the Dinner.

For me it was home before you could no longer see the hands on the Roy Rogers watch.

my neighborhood didn’t have street lights

we knew we were in trouble when the lamplighter had already started lighting the gas lights…

In Texas, actually the tip of the Rio Grande Valley, streetlights coming on meant you needed to go home. I dunno about others, but I had a couple minutes grace to scurry home when the light turned on. Our block was not a cul-de-sac, it was a horseshoe, both ends emptying onto Boca Chica Blvd, a huge road back then. Gosh! 4 lanes!!!!!!