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The 50's
Boy how times have changed!
Were You a Kid in the Fifties or Earlier?
Everybody makes fun of our childhood!
Comedians joke. Grand kids snicker.
Twenty-somethings shudder and say "Eeeew!" But was our childhood really
all that bad? Judge for yourself:
In 1953: The US population was less than 150 million...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 Harriett, and Lassie...So
nobody'd 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 burdocks around the light pole at the corner..
And that was good.
Most families needed only one job...Meaning Mom was home when school let
out... 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.
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!
Where did we go wrong???