Guest guest Posted January 6, 2003 Report Share Posted January 6, 2003 THE FABULOUS 50'S > > > > > >"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, 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 six days a week. It cost seven 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 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 > 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 like in my day. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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