[JimRed]

Born in 1943, at the New Jersey Shore. Used to walk 1/2 mile to Hwy. 35 and catch a bus (10 cents) to Asbury Park and the amusements. My paper route paid me almost a dollar a week!

There was Little League, but no Pop Warner football or Biddy Basketball, and only foreigners played soccer. We fished, clammed, swam and played "guns" all summer.

We didn't have a telephone, but our neighbor did. Being "on relief" was shameful; military service was honorable.

We bought milk with a beautiful layer of cream on top by the gallon direct from the dairy farm a mile west of home.

We didn't have much, but since most of the folks we knew were in the same boat, we didn't think of ourselves as poor.

[Redleg Duke]

Funny, I grew up "poor", but never realized it until I entered college! We were "rich" where it counted. It turned out that the "rich kids" were "poor" where it counted.

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only foreigners played soccer.

Foreigners? We didn't have foreigners back then.