I have fond memories from the 60s of Paul Shannon's afternoon show (on WTAE?) and of Bruno Sammartino.
Posted on 01/04/2003 12:12:42 PM PST by Dakotabound
"Hey Dad," My Son asked the other day, "what was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?"
"We didn't have fast food when I was growing up."
"C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?"
"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.
As noted, they are songs you'd never see on today's left-wing version of PBS, but at WG's request, I'll post the words here, so we can remember what children watched on TV before WWF, Jackass and the like!
Goodnight, God
Goodnight, God, and thank you
For this special day.
Thank you, too, for helping us
at work and at our play.
Thank you for our family,
for each and every friend.
Forgive us, please, for everything
we've done that might offend.
Keep us safe and happy, God.
Tell us what to do.
Goodnight, God and thank you, God
for letting us love you.
Goodnight, God and thank you, God
for letting us love you.
Good Morning, God
The sun is up and so are we,
all set to start the day.
We're wide awake and ready now,
will you please show the way?
You've kept us safe the whole night through;
please guide us all day long.
Give us a smile for every one,
a word of cheer, a song.
Is there a job for us to do?
A special task, a test?
With help from you we hope we, too
can make this day our best.
Good morning, sun
Good morning, sky,
we greet you with a nod.
This day will be
our special day.
A good, good morning, God!
:-)
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I have fond memories from the 60s of Paul Shannon's afternoon show (on WTAE?) and of Bruno Sammartino.
You're right, but in the 1940s a drive-in with car-hops -- especially in Idaho! -- was a near-miraculous thing. The idea of a drive-in anything other than a gas station in those days was definitely cutting-edge.
Speaking of gas stations, I clearly remember the old gravity-feed gas dispensers although they were considered old-fashioned even then. I don't call them "pumps" because pumping was done manually by the operator with a big lever that brought gas from underground into a glass container at the top. The container was marked in gallons, so if you wanted 10 gallons of gas you pumped gas in to the 10-gallon mark, then let gravity drain it through the hose into your gas tank. I seem to remember running into one of those not too long ago during a trip to a remote area but can't remember where.
Need a little more for our property here than we've been offered...may be a bit. But we'll get there.
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