dicklaxt
01-23-2003, 08:50 AM
The fifties,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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.
"My Mom cooked every day and when Dad 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 actually kill
someone. The heroes back then would just shoot the gun out of the bad
guy's 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 grownup, 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 isn't what it used to be in my day.
...............
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.
"My Mom cooked every day and when Dad 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 actually kill
someone. The heroes back then would just shoot the gun out of the bad
guy's 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 grownup, 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 isn't what it used to be in my day.
...............