I remember putting bread bags on my feet before putting my boots on to keep my feet dry.
I remember my mom had a basket of odd socks that we used as gloves when ours got wet and the snow started to clump on them. How we spent so much time out in the cold is beyond me. Leaving the house when it is cold seems like chore now.
Nobody used a car seat and we never wore seat belts.
Dinner was eaten at the dinner table and the whole family was involved. A slice of bread was a requirement. My mother always referred to it as a “filler”.
Breakfast cereal came with a toy in the box. At least the cool ones did. Screw those Wheaties and Cheerios.
Dogs and cats were never spayed or neutered.
Pie crusts were homemade. There was no store bought fresh dough.
Easter egg hunts were done with real eggs that you decorated yourself the night before. Dad made extra dippers from METAL coat hangers. You used your own cups and vinegar was required.
There was an Easter Bunny and a Santa Claus.
You could place Christmas Decorations in your yard with out fear of them being stolen or vandalized.
Having a dishwasher meant you had children.
Little House on the Prairie being aired on my black and white TV and I wanted to be Laura Ingalls.
Beating your older brother at Atari Pinball was the best thing of the year besides Christmas.
Paper grocery bags was the only option.
You could by cigarettes for your mother as long as you had a note.
Penny candy stores that had candy that really cost a penny.
Thirty seemed old.
Your father was a hero and could fix anything and your mother was the best cook in the world.
