The Earth Method, in many ways your grandfather is absolutely correct, it being quite a different world depending upon how far back you go. Around the 50's, teenagers of that period and before in Australia and New Zealand
didn't need recreational drugs, other than of course the traditional leg opener; alcohol.
Why? Cause they simply either didn't know about them, or had only ever heard scary things about them. Most people had never met anyone who'd smoked a joint. These were drugs' magically empowering years of mystery and curiosity raising, setting the stage for the beatniks of the time and later the hippy movement, followed by a wobbly period in the seventies, due to the virus like last ditch propaganda effort by the US. But the eighties saw drug related culture return with a vengence, where it has remained, growing steadily ever since 8(
Although there was no-doubt those who did know about drugs during the fifties, most were simply unaware. Socialising was just that, not introspectional; zoning out or digging at the innermost depths of your psyche. Such things were regarded as being the work of mad people. And madness, or being perceived as mad, was to be avoided at all costs. In those days, it was generally believed that no-one was ever quite the same again after a spell in a mental hospital.
People also danced together in those days, maybe the closest thing to sex many ever got. The world was much simpler then.
My mum was 30 in 1958, and she recalls the only drug related stories she ever heard were those concerning the US sailors, who were all the go with NZ country girls, at least her bunch. Mum said the drug was opium then, and the sailors were the ones who had it. She never tried it, too down for her by the sounds of things.
My dad who died in 92 at age 65 often came up with a story or 2 about the Aussie sheilas he knew in the fifties. They loved their benzedrine (
d,l amphetamine) and stayed awake all night. The old man said he never took speed, but he certainly seemed to like the chicks who did, at least in the sack anyway
My old grandfather Jack died at age 76, when I was 12. He was the one who spurred my interest in all things constructible. He was a beacon of knowledge for me and knew so much my parents didn't (or weren't willing to admit). I knew Jack loved his tobacco and whisky, so a couple of years ago I asked my youngest uncle, then 61 himself, if old jack ever tried marijuana. My uncle grinned and said "no, but he sure knew about it" Apparently he'd come up to the house with a weed and asked his son if he thought this was the indian hemp they had banned. Being aware of his anti-establishment views from as young as I remember - a grown up challenging authority and questioning things done for "the good of us all"? -he was different all right - I betcha he would have thought,
if they banned it, it had to be good for something. He'd been a farmer all his life, and anything that came from the land was worth something. And he always had lots of ropes...
I've often wondered what grandad would have been like if he'd smoked weed. He was such a great old guy, and like my father, now that they are gone, I wished I'd got to ask things I never did and dig up more interesting tales.
I did get to smoke dope with my dad, and my mum, who's still kicking and sharp as at 76. Mum smoked it while it was fashionable (after years of giving us shit for it

) but when the Nancy Reagan period came along, it became very unfashionable and she was embarrassed to let her friends know she'd even tried it. I fixed that by telling them she'd tried it and that they were so old and out of touch, they'd probably die not knowing about that one either. One chap, a scientist, didn't like that at all, and from what I heard, he and a couple of the other old codgers eventually gave it a go
