Someone asked the other day, What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up? We didnt have fast food when I was growing up, I informed him. All the food was slow. Cmon, seriously. Where did you eat? It was a place called at “Home, I explained!’ Mom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didnt 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 didnt 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, never wore Levis, never set foot on a golf course, never 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 &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 didnt have a television in our house until I was 9. 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 was 21 before I tasted mexican food I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the kitchen. Pizzas were not delivered to our home. All newspapers were delivered by boys. 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 dont blame me if they bust a gut laughing. Growing up isnt what it used to be, is it? .
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 17:44:09 +0000
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