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


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To: Conservababe
LOL. My first twinge of conscience was at the age of 5. I stepped on a little peep in the yard and squished it dead. I was appalled, but quickly buried it in a bucket of ashes. Never told my folks either, but my guilt followed me even to this day.
521 posted on 01/05/2003 4:35:51 PM PST by WVNan
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To: Conservababe
That was a normal day for my grandmother. When I was growing up I was her helper. I scrubbed those clothes until my knuckles bled. But she taught me so many things that have proved valuable to me throughout my life, the most important being to "count your blessings."
522 posted on 01/05/2003 4:38:38 PM PST by WVNan
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To: expatguy
Were you too late for the Mouseketeers? My kids used to watch them M I C K EY M O U S E etc. Anyone remember how it went?
523 posted on 01/05/2003 6:27:02 PM PST by ex-snook
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To: Howlin
In my lexicon, your "frizzy hair" translates to RICH LUXURIOUS BEAUTIFUL CURLS. Unlike my stick straight fine locks that mom used those Toni's on way too often for my taste!

Color me jealous! ;-)
524 posted on 01/05/2003 6:31:37 PM PST by Humidston
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To: Humidston
Think Brillo!
525 posted on 01/05/2003 6:39:59 PM PST by Howlin
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To: Howlin
Ok, Brillo. But you're still talkin' the same as I ended up with AFTER one of those danged Toni's!

Only difference was you were born with yours while mine was the result of hours of chemicals and nasty little rollers with paper, LOL! I was always jealous of girls with any kind of wave, curl, frizz that I didn't have.
526 posted on 01/05/2003 6:47:23 PM PST by Humidston
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To: ex-snook
I remember were "Howdy Doody" but not the Mickey Mouse show.

I do remember Sundays were at my grandmother's house for dinner and all the kids would watch the Walt Disney show.

527 posted on 01/05/2003 7:06:24 PM PST by expatguy
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To: eeriegeno
The jingle was "Nickel Nickel" an advertisement for Pepsi Cola that refered to the pepsi price and the quantity for the price.

I believe the original went something like:

"Pepsi Cola hits the spot; 12 full ounces, thats a lot.
Twice as much for a nickel too; Pepsi Cola is the drink for you..Nickel, nickel, nickel....Trickel, trickel, trickel."

Coke was also a nickel, but only 6 ounces.
Born in 32. Been there, done that..
528 posted on 01/05/2003 7:15:32 PM PST by UpToHere
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To: mountaineer
Our back door was left unlocked and the milkman put the milk [and eggs!] in the refrigerator!! Small town - safe!
529 posted on 01/05/2003 8:32:08 PM PST by potlatch
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To: UpToHere
I remember when Lifesavers candies were five cents, too. The radio ad went:

"What do they call 'em Lifesavers?"
"Because of the hole in the middle."
"And why the hole in the middle?"
"Because they call 'em Lifesavers."
"You're going around in circles!"
"So do Lifesavers!"
"Oh, nonsense."
"No, five cents."
530 posted on 01/05/2003 8:54:30 PM PST by Nea Wood
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To: mountaineer
We had a 'mangle' too, I remember doing sheets, underware, tableclothes on it!!
531 posted on 01/05/2003 9:40:36 PM PST by potlatch
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To: WVNan; BooBoo1000
Did you know you can still buy the iron-on's for the dishtowels and pillowcases????

Now....to find a decent flour sack!!!
532 posted on 01/05/2003 9:42:55 PM PST by Brad’s Gramma
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To: OldFriend
Roger that. Born in Newark, NJ in 1954.
533 posted on 01/05/2003 9:50:24 PM PST by Mad_Tom_Rackham
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To: FITZ
Or they took a doily from under some knick-knack and wore that!!

A 'mantillia', to hide a womans 'crowning glory' - her hair!! Sounds a little strange now when we criticise 'burkas', but if they only had to wear them at religous service, it wouldn't be so bad.

534 posted on 01/05/2003 9:59:59 PM PST by potlatch
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To: tubebender
I'm 2 days late and a dollar short on this thread, but did you ever hear of a Renault-Dophine?? I think that's the right name. My Dad bought one for me to drive, then later turned it into a golf-cart!!! LOL
535 posted on 01/05/2003 10:07:54 PM PST by potlatch
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To: potlatch
Two days late doesn't matter. Take the time to read the WHOLE THING. It's so worth it.
536 posted on 01/05/2003 10:13:03 PM PST by Brad’s Gramma
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To: Howlin
After a certain age, it just doesn't matter!

You know, you are right -- I always thought I was talking to a bunch of 20 yr. olds!!

537 posted on 01/05/2003 10:15:17 PM PST by potlatch
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To: Brad's Gramma
Two days late doesn't matter. Take the time to read the WHOLE THING. It's so worth it.

I'm half way through, don't know HOW I missed this two days ago - it's great!!

538 posted on 01/05/2003 10:18:21 PM PST by potlatch
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To: potlatch
Bookmark it. I have the feeling it's going to be one of those threads you're going to WANT to go back to.
539 posted on 01/05/2003 10:19:24 PM PST by Brad’s Gramma
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To: Brad's Gramma
Bookmark it.

Yes, I am - I'll never finish it tonight!!

540 posted on 01/05/2003 10:22:59 PM PST by potlatch
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