Every time I see this circa 1967 picture of my little brother strapped into a car seat/crib contraption I get the willies. This was high-tech for the era and intended to keep the little guy out of harm’s way. Now, keep in mind my parents drove a convertible. Scary, huh? The cute little guy here did grow up mostly intact. But he has lived his life with a certain level of danger sprinkled throughout. When I was a wee pup, about 2 or 3 months old my mother gently and lovingly laid me across the front seat of the car to take me to the doctor for a checkup. Knowing my mom she had one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on me as I trustingly looked up into her hazel eyes feeling all was right in the world. Bang. Crash. Boom. Yep, there my innocent little form was thrown off the seat onto the floorboard luckily suffering no more than a bloody nose. I survived.
Today when I take my grandchildren anywhere it is as they are strapped into seat belts and car seats and even then I worry for their safety. The little two-year old immediately upon being contained wiggles the straps down on his car seat exposing his self to the dangers of improper car seat usage. The older eight year old is my worry wart so he is always strapped in and usually screeching that the baby has undone his straps, again. I couldn’t imagine throwing them in the car and taking them for a spin unrestrained.
I am glad that my brother and I survived the 60’s and 70’s, but I do think that it was a close call. Dangers to our kids are still out there lurking and waiting but I like to think that common sense has prevailed and that we are taking their safety more seriously. Buckle up!