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Older 'n Dirt!
Topic Started: Sep 6 2006, 07:54 PM (77 Views)
wolfgoddess
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Older 'n Dirt!!

"Hey Dad," one of my kids 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," I informed him. "All the food was slow."

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

"It was a place called 'at home,'" I explained. "Grandma cooked every day and when Grandpa 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."

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. But 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, wore Levis, set foot on a golf course, 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 AND 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 11, but my grandparents had one before that. It was, of course, black and white, but they bought a piece of colored plastic to cover the screen. The top th! ird 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. Some people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the picture look larger.

I was 13 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.

We didn't have a car until I was 15. Before that, the only car in our family was my grandfather's Ford. He called it a "machine."

I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could di! al, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.

Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers. I delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. I had to get up at 4 AM every morning. 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. At least, they did in the movies. Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called French kissing and they didn't do that in movies. I don't know what t! hey did in French movies. French movies were dirty and we weren't allowed to see them.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.

Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?


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mychrissy
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Am I that old? :surprise:

My Mom worked part time but we had a meat, potatoes, salad and a green vegetable very night, Sunday like Monday. No such thing as a sandwich for dinner. Oh and milk, no soda.
We didn't have to ask permission to leave the table, but we ate dinner together every night as a family and you best be home by 6..
That is one thing I always insisted on when the kids were growing up, we all ate dinner together at the table, Frank and I still do.
A close friend of mine parents insisted the boys wear a sport jacket and tie at the dinner table.
I don't ever remember going on vacation or going out to dinner too often.
We didn't have a party line that I remember, my Dad worked for the telephone company.
We had milk delivered and goodies from Entemanns Bakery. I do remember the Good Humor truck coming around the neighborhood.
I'm old........no more. :fryingpan:

Thanks for the memories.
Chrissy

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I met The Fox years ago when I was in my twenties.

We dated three years and eventually got married. About a year and a half after we got married we actually moved-in together. Yup, the first year and a half of my marriage, me and the wife didn't even live in the same town, let alone the same house. I was giving her time to change her mind as some women ain't too very sharp and after three years I didn't know for sure if she knew me very well.

When I met this woman my first and only birthday party that was really mine alone and not shared with a cousin was #16. I had a cake and ice cream and Mom and Dad, my two sisters, and my brother were there.

I'm not a man with lots of friends. Never have been.

This thread reminds me--one year, my #30 birthday, my Fox tossed for me one heck of a birthday party. Even had friends around. That was a feat in itself, her finding one or two.

She had a friend make up a cake. And on the cake it said "Older Than Dirt."

Actually on the marriage part, I found a good job and had to move to the big city. Checked into the Y for a few months till I could save money to get an apartment that would allow me to save money to buy a home. I was afraid I'd lose her so got a promise from her on my way out of town. She drove me. I didn't even have a car, I walked to work. I bought her ring from a pawn shop while I was living at the Y. Talk about scared, I got a discount for cash and carrying cash around the Y had me on my toes more so than being engaged.


I remember that cake and every bite and every moment and every smile from every friend.



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JohnMaier
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Wasn't White Castle "fast food"? I remember going there.... I wasn't a fat kid, but I could eat those things.... :drool:

I remember the first real color TV I saw. Family friends had it....the colors were so brigh it was disgusting. Yup, older than dirt...
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wolfgoddess
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I went to a three room school that they rang this huge bell by hand when it was time to go back in.

I remember going to Welland Ont to visit my future in-laws and the milk was delivered by a horse drawn milk wagon. :faint: We always had milkmen growing up but they had trucks when they dilivered those glass bottles with the paper milk cap and cream on the top of the bottle. They were in those wire baskets that held 4- 6 bottles and you put your coins in the empty bottle for the milkman

I think I was married before I ever ate pizza so over 18 anyway.

I was a country girl, raised on vegies and wild meat. I was 16 before I ate french fries. No fast food for us.

Kinda fun to think back.
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