Those were the Days?
May 4, 2012 1:18 am
Updated: May 7, 2012 6:08 am
I grew up listening to my dad complaining about rising prices... My sis and I each got maybe a nickle allowance each week, and would look forward to WALKING the half mile to the store, where we might buy candy, or get a COKE in a returnable bottle! Go
figure, a whole candy bar! Ok, my memory is fuzzy, maybe our allowance was 10 cents! All I know is, that I could buy only one item, with MAYBE enough left for a "Bazooka" bubble gum... ( They used to have a comic in them!) If one of us found an empty soda
bottle along the way, we felt we had struck gold, as I think in that day and time, an empty soda bottle was worth about 2 cents (deposit.!) Talk about maximizing our allowance!
Now, I'm not actually 139 years old, but I did grow up in a different WORLD than youngsters today! Seems like when McDonalds first opened in our town, a burger was 29 cents! My family couldn't afford to go there very often, so it was a real treat, a burger,
fries, and a shake! That reminds me, when and where did a "malted milk" go? Anyway, the burger trip every couple of months... but there was also the "Dog and Suds..." which served hot dogs, and "A&W" root beer! That was a "chain" of drive in's, where the
food would be delivered to your car, and hung off the semi open window on a tray... UMMMM, that root beer... HUGE mugs on "tap!"
Back in this day and time, my "stay at home mom" fixed both lunch and dinner every day (except for special - now called "fast food") In her words, dad told her to "spread the margarine on the (sandwich) bread, and then SCRAPE it off again (to conserve.) She
packed his lunch every day... Two slices of bread, and one slice of bologna or olive loaf with a dribble of mustard, wrapped in wax paper, and tucked into his lunch bucket, with a thermos of.... coffee, perhaps...?
We had one car, (not one for each licensed driver,) which dad drove to work most days... He'd take "us" all grocery shopping once a week or so. Most of the time, mom was a "prisoner" at home, tending to polishing floors (SOLID OAK!) doing the laundry, and
washing windows. Once in a great while, mom would take dad to work, so she might have the car for a while... I presume to take one of us kids to the dr or dentist... There were no trips to the hairdresser, or such, she did that sort of stuff herself.
There isn't a day goes by now, that I don't here myself saying my dad's words, something about the "prices going up" at an alarming rate! Whatever would he say today, about gasoline being near $4 a gallon, and a loaf of bread $3? (Back in the "70's he
complained that I'd paid 25 cents for a loaf of bread!)
Back then in this day, and time, cars were huge, and had fins on the rear end... Who cared about mileage? I can remember during a "GAS CRISIS," dad waiting in line to fill up our car... since gas at that station was 25 cents/gallon!
WHERE have the years gone? Apparently, I've lost about 50... And now, I'm paraphrasing my dad, complaining about rising costs (of everything) and talking about tightening up "the belt." How can I "pinch pennys" as he did? In today's economy, I think I'd
have to "pinch quarters!"
Where has all of this taken me? To a place where talking to your kids won't make any sense to them, as it didn't when I was young... It's not until we have paid our own bills for years, and have actually noticed the rising costs of such comodities as FOOD,
that we begin to sound like "our parents."
So, the next time your child leaves the house in his or her luxury car (like a BMW or LEXUS) and brings home a loaf of bread, as you've asked, don't complain it cost $3... That price won't mean a thing to your child... who will only hear "YOU PAID HOW MUCH?"
"But you told me to buy bread!"
I have no children, so I'm going on one theory only... that history repeats itself... So, for those of you with "kids," remember... "times have changed" in the past 50 years, and the kids won't understand at all, and don't EVEN expect the grandkids to understand
that "gum" used to be 2 cents!
Be well, friends, be happy, and cook crazy!