Memories of Growing Up in the 40's and 50's (and since, even)

"Hey Dad," My Son asked the other day, "what was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?"

"We ate at home," I explained. "Your Grandma cooked every day and when your Grandpa got home from work, we all sat down together at the table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I had to sit there until I did like it." By this time, my Son was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer some serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to get my Father's permission to leave the table.

Here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I had figured his system could handle it.

My parents never: wore Levi's, set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country, flew in a plane or had a credit card. In their later years they had something called a "revolving charge card" but they never actually used it. It was only good at Sears-Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears and Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore.

My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was because soccer back then was just for the girls. We actually did walk to school. By the time you were in the 6th grade it was not cool to ride the bus unless you lived more than 4 or 5 miles from the school, even when it was raining or there was ice or snow on the ground.

Outdoor sports consisted of stickball, snowball fights, building forts, making snowmen and sliding down hills on a piece of cardboard. No skate boards, roller blades or trail bikes.

We didn't have a television in our house until I was 12. It was, of course, black and white, but you could buy a piece of special colored plastic to cover the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom third was green, like grass. The middle third was red. It was perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding across someone's lawn on a sunny day.

I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza. It was a Sam's Pizza at the East end of Fruit Street in Milford. My friend, Steve took me there to try what he called "pizza pie." When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down and plastered itself against my chin. It's still the best pizza I ever had.

Pizzas were not delivered to your house back then, but the milk was. I looked forward to winter because the cream in the milk was on top of the bottle and it would freeze and push the cap off. Of course us kids would get up first to get the milk and eat the frozen cream before our mother could catch us.

I never had a telephone in my room. Actually the only phone in the house was in the hallway and it was on a party line. Before you could make a call, you had to listen in to make sure someone else wasn't already using the line. If the line was not in use an Operator would come on and ask "number please" and you would give her the number you wanted to call.

There was no such thing as a computer or a hand held calculator. We were required to memorize the "times tables." Believe it or not, we were tested each week on our ability to perform mathematics with nothing but a pencil and paper. We took a spelling test every day. There was no such thing as a "social promotion." If you flunked a class, you repeated that grade the following year. Nobody was concerned about your "self esteem." We had to actually do something praiseworthy before we were praised. We learned that you had to earn respect.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and most all boys delivered newspapers. I delivered the "Milford Daily News" six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. On Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers. My favorite customers were the ones who gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the change. My least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.

Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut on screen. Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called French kissing and they just didn't do that in the movies back then. I had no idea what they did in French movies. French movies were considered dirty and we weren't allowed to see them.

You never saw the Lone Ranger, Roy Rogers or anyone else actual kill someone. The heroes back then would just shoot the gun out of the bad guys hand. There was no blood and violence.

When you were sick, the Doctor actually came to your house. No, I am not making this up. Drugs were something you purchased at a pharmacy in order to cure an illness.

If we dared to "sass" our parents, or any other grown-up, we immediately found out what soap tasted like. For more serious infractions, we learned about something called a "this hurts me more than it hurts you." I never did quite understand that one?

In those days, parents were expected to discipline their kids. There was no interference from the government. "Social Services" or "Family Services" had not been invented (The ninth and tenth amendments to the constitution were still observed in those days.)

I must be getting old because I find myself reflecting back more and more and thinking I liked it a lot better back then. If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your kids or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they wet themselves laughing. Growing up today sure ain't what it used to be.

The poor old man would carry the ice on his back. He needed to make a living to feed his family. Somehow I don't see the above it alls of this time doing such work, do you?

No, they don't want to work hard. We've all been 'babied' too much. They had more morals and a strong work ethic back then. No one wanted to take charity. Now, many live on it!!

Another 1947 here--11/30--Born in Washington, DC, raised in Chevy Chase, MD.

Same birth date, last day in November. Born AND raised in Stocton, California. Guess you know we share the same birthday with Mark Twain, Winston Churchill and Dick Clark.

Cheers!

I was born and raised in a little town in Wyoming, I remember we had a Prisoner of War camp near out town. My Dad took me to work with him one day, and about two in the afternoon we went down to the Train Depot. A special train came into town, all of the U. S. Soldiers were there, with maching guns and rifles, the train drew to a stop. Out came the hoard of young men wearing shorts.Men wearing Shorts in Wyoming, I had never seen such a thing. I asked my Dad where they were from and why they were so sunburnt.

He waited for a minute then told me they were from The German Africa Corp. General Rommell's vaunted Africa Corp.
All I saw was young men who were glad to be out of the fighting, the camp was five miles from town they marched all of the way singing German Songs...

THat might be coming back.

I've been seeing a few young mothers lately at the grocerey store with a doily on their heads and wearing "old timey" skirts and blouses.

....Or maybe these are immigrants from eastern europe. I don't think they are muslims because they have blue eyes and light brown hair, But I suppose it is possible that they are.

The muslim women I see here in the midwest seem to usually go for the "jackie kennedy" look. They wear large dark sunglasses and a scarf over their heads tied under their chins.

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