Certainly not when the first wave (born 1946-47) showed up for school.
I actually remember frantic adults at our local public school. They were trying to figure out what to do with the mob that showed up to register. It was suggested that if any of us were Catholic, we might want to go to St. Thomas Aquinas school a few blocks away. Many of us did.
There are 75 of us in this picture. According to the names on the back 10 kids were absent on picture day. There were only 66 seats (6 rows of 11), so some of us sat 2 to a seat. Those old bolted down desks weren’t very big. Fortunately, neither were we. Childhood obesity was pretty much unknown.
This bulge moving through the population caused a housing boom as many families sought more space in the suburbs. We had split sessions in high schools, and created an explosion in college enrollment. We provided manpower for the draft, and participants for demonstrations. And we didn’t trust anyone over 30.
Then we made it difficult for those following behind us in the job market. We got there first and we weren’t going anywhere. Until now that is.
Here we come again – retirement – Medicare – Social Security.
Unfortunately, society isn’t any more ready for us now than that first day in 1952.
Our statistics don’t look so good either. For a variety of reasons we aren’t aging as well as our parents’ generation.
I hope it’s not too late to turn it around.
I visited my old school last year during a visit to NYC. It’s a public school now, leased from the diocese. The school security officer was very nice and let me walk around. There were about 25 children in my old room and it still looked quite crowded. Of course they had much more space to move around.
Obviously, I couldn’t take pictures, but I did buy this shirt.
It reads “Brooklyn, only the strong survive.”
Note: I'm the one with the big smile in the 2nd row from the right, 6th seat. I loved school.