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Friday, July 31, 2009

Growing up in the Fabulous Fifties

Mike's PlaceThe Fifties

Were you a kid in the Fifties or so ?

Everybody makes fun of our childhood!

Comedians joke. Grandkids snicker.

Twenty-something's shudder and say "Eeeew!"

But was our childhood really all that bad?

Judge for yourself:

In 1953 the Canadian population was much less than now.

Yet you knew more people then, and knew them better ...

And that was good.

The average annual salary was under $3,000 .

Yet our parents could put some of it away for a rainy day

and still live a decent life .

And that was good.

A loaf of bread cost about 15 cents ...

But it was safe for a five-year-old to skate

to the store and buy one ...

And that was good.

Prime-Time meant I Love Lucy, Ozzie and Harriet, Gunsmoke and Lassie .

So nobody ever heard of ratings or filters ...

And that was good.

We didn't have air-conditioning ...

So the windows stayed up and half a dozen mothers

ran outside when you fell off your bike.

And that was good.

Your teacher was either Miss Matthews or Mrs. Logan or Mr. Adkins ...

But not Ms Becky or Mr.Dan .

And that was good.

The only hazardous material you knew about .

Was a patch of grassburrs around the light pole at the corner .

And that was good.

You loved to climb into a fresh bed ...

Because sheets were dried on the clothesline ..

And that was good.

People generally lived in the same hometown with their relatives ...

So "child care" meant grandparents or aunts and uncles .

And that was good.

Parents were respected and their rules were law .

Children did not talk back .

and that was good.

TV was in black-and-white ...

But all outdoors was in glorious color ...

And that was certainly good.

Your Dad knew how to adjust everybody's carburetor .

And the Dad next door knew how to adjust all the TV knobs ..

And that was very good.

Your grandma grew snap beans in the back yard .

And chickens behind the garage .

And that was definitely good.

And just when you were about to do something really bad ...

Chances were you'd run into your Dad's high school coach ...

Or the nosy old lady from up the street .

Or your little sister's piano teacher ...

Or somebody from Church .

ALL of whom knew your parents' phone number .

And YOUR first name .

And even THAT was good! ~~~~~


Send this on to someone who can still remember Nancy Drew,

The Hardy Boys, Laurel & Hardy, Abbott & Costello, Sky King,

Little Lulu comics, Brenda Starr, Howdy Doody and The Peanut Gallery,

The Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows, Nellie Belle, Roy and Dale,

Trigger and Buttermilk as well as the sound of a reel mower on Saturday morning,

and summers filled with bike rides, playing in cowboy land,

playing hide and seek and kick-the-can and Simon Says,

baseball games, amateur shows at the local theater before the Saturday matinee,

bowling and visits to the pool...

and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar,

and wax lips and bubblegum cigars ..

Didn't that feel good, just to go back and say,

Yeah, I remember that!

And was it really that long ago?


At 6:30 AM, Blogger A wildlife gardener said...

I remember when teachers were respected; when going to church and saying our prayers every night was important; when we wore ankle 16; when you didn't let a boy kiss you on the first date; when houses smelt of home-made jam/cookies/hot soup; when it was safe to walk home from Brownies; when we curtseyed if we met our teachers in the street; when it was exciting to get a tangerine and a silver penny at the bottom of your Christmas stocking; when ALL children, up to the age of nine or ten, wrote a letter to Santa...and believed in him; when we didn't give cheek to our parents.

Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end...

Old-fashioned values are the best...manners cost nothing; pass a happy smile on; Jesus first, yourself last and others in between.

God bless you, dear Jeanne

At 8:55 AM, Blogger Jeanne said...

Blessings my lovely friend
I love you dearly

At 10:38 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh Jeanne, I l♥ved this! I was a sixties child, but I can so relate!

Sorry it took me a bit to get over here and thank you for visiting my are welcome any time!


At 10:47 AM, Blogger Clarity said...

That is just lovely, I think I must be a 1930's/50's girl on the inside - sometimes going back is going forward.

At 1:52 PM, Anonymous Jeanne said...

And during south Louisiana summers before there was air conditioning, adults in the neighborhood would be outside under some shade visiting with each otherand drinking iced tea; children would be playing outdoors; the air was clean and fresh (but hot).

Then the air conditioning came and the tv, and we all went indoors, and the neighborhood died.

Great post, Jeanne, and great trip down Memory Lane. I miss those days.


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