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"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 skateboards, 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 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 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 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.
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