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. !
'Mum 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.'
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
traveled out of the country or had a
My parents never drove me to school. 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 never had a telephone in my room. The only phone 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.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home... But milk was.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers --my
brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. He had to get up at 6AM
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.
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?