We used to play outside until dark.
The movies were 50 cents for a whole afternoon of cartoons, short subjects (Our Gang), westerns (Roy Rogers, Gene Autry) or monster movies (The Blob!). Popcorn was a dime!
Special effects meant they taped a fin to a lizard and got in close with the camera. Remember 3-D?!
My allowance was raised to $1.50 a week my Freshman year in high school. We wore crew-cuts or flat-tops and black sneakers.
No book bags. School lunch was 35 cents, milk 15.
Every once and a while a siren sounded and we had to get under our desks and cover our eyes and neck. There was some kind of wall-thing in Berlin. The Chinese were always starving. And the French…well, they haven’t changed much.
Kids did not come from a test tube. You took home what the stork brought and you were happy if s/he had 10 fingers and toes.
Bobby Vinton, Mickey Mantle and Leave it to Beaver…not Emenem, Dennis Rodman and Temptation Island.
My first car, a Metal-flake green '49 Plymouth Coupe, cost me $200!
Gas was (gasp) 26 cents!
We couldn’t see the air. Sunday meant church…and donuts!!!
Ever take your date to a drive-in movie in your '57 Chevy to make out?
If you were wild you might bring a little sloe gin or Boones Farm Strawberry wine. Coke was a cola.
Or we went to a dance where we actually touched our partner (who was invariably of the opposite sex). Then to the malt shop for a cherry coke and fries. If you were going steady both you and your girl wore matching shirts–without logos. She wore your school ring on a chain around her neck or on her finger with a gob of tape so it would fit. On Fridays, she got to wear your Block Sweater. (Yes, we participated in school–and LIKED IT!!)
Getting to third base was pretty much all you could hope for. Five girls in the whole school district (nine schools) got pregnant-none at my school. No built-in day care centers on campus.
Nobody smoked cigarettes or wore facial hair. The entire scope of our “drug problem” was when three players on our football team (I learned at my class reunion) took diet pills before a game.
We were all Americans then, none of this hyphenated stuff. We spoke English and had to say “Please” and “Thank you.”
…and we’re still crazy after all these years!
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Those were the days, my friend.
We thought they’d never end.
We’d sing and dance
forever and a day.
We’d live the life we choose.
We’d fight and never lose!
Those were the days!
Oh, yes, those were the days!