“Thanks for the memories”.
In many ways senior year 1965 was much like 1970’s We had an ice cream man who drove an ice cream truck; we had no milk man (country living until 5th grade) Milk men made their rounds, but the bottles were left on the porch at the door. We played cowboys and Indians with toy guns, even had access to a fort in the back yard. Bikes were wheels and pedals. No skate boards, but, rather, roller skates. Summer evenings would find neighborhood kids on the front lawn with transistor radios gossiping, lounging on a quilt as they watched the world pass by.
Thanks for posting this article. Fully agree that kids today don’t hold a candle to the kids of days gone by.
1st and 2nd grade was a walk to school and stopping by the gas station, 5c frozen pops. Lunch was 15c. Mom would give us a Qtr each