a "been-there" mom of six offers encouragement
to wives, young mothers, and those not so young,
and simple common-sense approaches to
the "ings" of life:
child-rearing (hints and helps), homemaking (all areas),
cooking (simple, cheap, and do-it-yourself)
making (toys and gifts), preparing (for the unexpected),
maintaining (sanity and peace in this increasingly crazy world) and more---
all aspects of making the most of making do on little---
and having fun in the process.

Friday, November 1, 2013

Remembering When Food Was Slow . . .

and More

I had just finished writing my last post when I opened my e-mail and found the following from my sister-in-law Diane. It seemed totally appropriate to follow the serious with the hilarious --- especially when the ages matched! Many thanks to the original author.

 A young person recently asked me  "What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?"

"We didn't have fast food when I was growing up," I informed him and continued

"All the food was slow."

"C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?"

"It was a place called 'at home,'" I explained.

"Mom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it."

Note from Gail: When our kids were growing up we had a chalkboard prominently and permanently on display. It read

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.

Here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it : 

  • Some parents NEVER owned their own house, never wore Levis, never set foot on a golf course, never traveled out of the country or had a credit card.
  • In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card. The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears & Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died. 
  • My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer. 
  • I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow) 
  • We didn't have a television in our house until I was 19. It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people. 
  • I was 21 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called 'pizza pie.' When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had!
  • Pizzas were not delivered to our home But milk was. 
  • I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room, attached to the wall,  and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line. 
  • All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers-- my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which he got to keep 2 cents. He had to get up at 6 AM every morning. On Saturdays, he had to collect the 42 cents from his customers. His favorite customers were the ones who gave him 50 cents and told him to keep the change. His least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day. 
  • Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive. 
Have things changed? "Tune in" next week, same time, same station, to learn more about the author's Memories from a Friend and . . . a short quiz on same.

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