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Cujgie  (Level: 170.6 - Posts: 754)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 1:58 PM


I (age 4 and up) remember my mom mixing together evaporated milk, water, and sugar (Karo syrup?) to make baby formula for my little brother. She used a huge aluminum thing made especially for the purpose of sterilizing glass baby bottles full of the formula. She also sterilized in a cooking pot a whole bunch of new holeless rubber nipples, and then, with a variety of sterilized needles, tried to get the right size hole for nursing. (I can still smell the steamed milk and hot rubber.) A nipple might have to be punctured again and again until the baby could feed properly. On the other hand, the hole couldn't be too big or the baby would gulp the formula and end up with lots of gas and stomach pains and drive the family nuts with constant crying.

What do you remember from your childhood?

Alvandy  (Level: 225.6 - Posts: 7525)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 2:06 PM

I had appendicitis at age four. They barely got me on the operating table at York Hospital when my appendix burst.
At my age, I wouldn't have lasted too long before peritonitis set in.

I also seem to remember being offered ice cream during recuperation. It smelled like peppermint.
Why I recall that is not clear to me.

Pennwoman  (Level: 152.3 - Posts: 2478)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 2:10 PM

I was the good child, my sister, not so much. I remember being in a playpen with her, outside. She climbed onto of me, and made her escape, to my mothers chagrin.

Salzypat  (Level: 154.4 - Posts: 5295)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 2:32 PM

I've been hearing about whooping cough making a comeback. I remember having that the winter I was either in 3rd or 4th grade. I can recall whooping (yes, that's exactly the sound it is) until I couldn't breathe and I was sure I was dying. It's a horrible disease and I'm not sure why it's rearing its ugly head again.

Bigbird  (Level: 236.1 - Posts: 3300)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 2:44 PM

Never had whooping cough, but when I was in the 3rd grade, I did have chicken pox and mumps at the same time. The worst part of all of it was that it was over Easter vacation, and I didn't miss any school.

Speaking of diseases, I was also one of the Salk polio vaccine guinea pig kids. I was lucky and got the real thing. That was a scene - picture an elementary school hallway with crying kids all lined up about to get jabbed.

The first fight I remember having was in nursery school when my friend Joyce couldn't understand that she couldn't cut out a picture on one side of the page if she wanted to cut out the picture on the other side of the page. There was no way I could make her understand.

Gypsylady  (Level: 140.9 - Posts: 6036)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 3:10 PM

What comes to my mind, was having the measles when I was young. It was said you had to be kept in a dark room, and I can still remember my Mom's curtains with a burgundy plume of some sort which I always thought was ugly. Was really glad when I could get in the light again!


Caramel1  (Level: 126.0 - Posts: 21555)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 3:33 PM

WOW I AM old! I remember things like listening to the radio, writing letters on actual paper and sending them through the mail, dialing a telephone, going to Sat. afternoon movies for under a dollar, and so on and so on . Linda

Taco24  (Level: 129.2 - Posts: 589)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 3:57 PM

Saturday matinees with my four brothers-could buy candy too, and still have change leftover

roller skating

playing horse on the basketball court

anger over JFK election

envy of Caroline Kennedy who owned a pony, Macaroni

seeing the Beatles for the first time on tv

debating why I thought the Beatles were superior to Elvis. :0

anger at desegration

Cuban Missile Crisis

watching "Make Room for Daddy", Dick Van Dyke Show, Hazel, F.B.I., and so many others

piano practice

The Bomb

Osuzannacollage  (Level: 132.1 - Posts: 1299)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 4:01 PM

Alice, I also had chicken pox and mumps at the same time. I remember my mother constantly reminding me not to scratch, for fear that it would leave permanent scars.

Other memories: cane pole and red worm fishing at my grandparents' farm for bream and catfish, selling peaches and scuppernongs on the side of the road in a little stand (the peaches were $2.00 a bushel basket), going to Holiday on Ice and the Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey circus every year -- and sometimes the Harlem Globetrotters at the Municipal Auditorium, throwing my ballet slippers out of the car window on the way to class once I decided that I wanted to take tap instead, ballroom dancing lessons complete with white gloves and pumps in seventh grade, rolling up my skirt and donning fishnets after my mother dropped me off at school every morning, getting a little cup of free vanilla ice cream with a wooden "spoon" on liver day in the school cafeteria, listening to Beatles 45s over and over in my friend Martha's basement, playing Sardines and Kick the Can on warm summer nights with all of the neighborhood kids, catching fireflies in a jar, the time my father actually did turn the car around and head back home on an ill-fated family vacation because my brother and I wouldn't stop fighting, catching tadpoles in the creek, and always having to listen to elevator music in every grown-up's car that we knew which made us car sick. Back then, you wouldn't even think of asking for a change of radio stations.

Tsk9653  (Level: 113.2 - Posts: 1466)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 4:10 PM

I have lived in Lansing, Michigan or its environs most of my 55 years (the first 4 on Connecticut and NYC, 1 year in Ann Arbor in my first year of law school, and 7 in Detroit -- completion of law school and early work career). I'm always telling my sons -- ages 23 and 28 -- about what "used to be" at different spots in the city, and boring them with my rendition of my junior high school's fight song. They are usually tolerant of these local history lessons and have taken to calling me "old timer" and "old man".

Jank0614  (Level: 67.1 - Posts: 4597)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 4:28 PM

Playing baseball with my cousins in the red clay dirt of my grandfather's front 40 before the new crop of cotton was planted

Seeing inside the first 2-story house of my life, owned by very rich people down the dirt road from my uncle's ranch, which was on the edge of Palo Duro Canyon. That house had a sitting room upstairs with heavy, burgundy curtains.

Camping in a 9 man tent at the lake and watching my dad waterski. He finally taught me when I was 13. My favorite sound was and still is the sound of water lapping on shore with boat motors in the distance as I wake up.

Hours of picking up small rocks out of the lawn grass and putting them in a pan. Nobody ever explained why this was important. As a child, nobody EVER explained anything to us kids. I do get it now.

Never being allowed to swim in any of the city public pools because black children might be swimming there. Which was a very convenient lie, as I found out when I reached my desegregated high school and talked with my new diverse group of friends. Come to find out, the city pools had been segregated and they were never allowed to go swimming there.

Helping dust and vacuum clean the entire house every 2 days of my childhood. My mother's house could be white-gloved 24/7/365.

My mother crying as she picked me up from school one day. Come to find out, it was during the Cuban missile crisis. She believed we'd all die from the bomb and the US would be conquered by the USSR and Cuban communists.

Mplaw51  (Level: 176.9 - Posts: 1582)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 4:40 PM

I remember running away from home when I was six with a loaf of bread because my brother who was eight was allowed to go out after dinner on the first day of school. I was so mad! I only sat next to the car but I wasn't going to starve!

I remember mailing letters and dialling the phone. My phone number started with Gibson 9. Now its all numbers.

I remember the nuns telling us not to hold hands with boys or you'll end up in one of "those" homes. I sure didn't understand what the heck they were talking about at the time. Unwed mothers were not spoken about in polite conversation.

I loved watching Hazel, My Three Sons, The Life of Riley. Who didn't love The Honeymooners or The Three Stooges? My mother had to make my younger brother stop watching them; he was always trying to poke us in the eye!
Remember American Bandstand? Rating the new songs?

I remember having 55 to 60 kids in a class in catholic school. God must have been watching over us, I don't know how the heck we learned with that many in a room (perhaps it was the fear of God drummed into us!).

Who remembers Claude Kirschner and the Terrytoon Circus? He told us to go to bed at 7PM every night, I didn't like him for that.
How about Andy's Gang? and Froggy? Not sure if those last two were regional or national.

Simpler times weren't they?

Donden  (Level: 112.5 - Posts: 2127)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 4:55 PM

I grew up in Toledo Ohio and at the end of WWII when I was 7 or 8 my parents let me take the streetcar (yup) downtown to a Saturday movie at the Granada theater. I even remember the movie. It was "Live Wires" with the Bowery Boys. Man, was I the big shot, downtown Toledo all by myself, popcorn and Milk Duds. I even went down to the Maumee river and watched the lake freighters after the show before riding the streetcar home. Later that year after my friends started going with me we spent all of our money at the Woolworth store after the show and had to walk all the way home. My parents were not too happy with that but I got a late supper and a "don't do that again" lecture and all was well.

Tsk9653  (Level: 113.2 - Posts: 1466)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 5:11 PM

Donden's story reminded me of the time we were visiting my grandparents in Connecticut. My grandfather was the editor of a newspaper and there was some sort of strike going on that prevented delivery of the Sunday comics to the paper. My younger brother and I (I don't think I was 14) took the train into Manhattan, picked up the comics, and returned them to my grandfather. I would never have let my kids undertake such an adventure at that young of an age.

Lettermanfan1  (Level: 88.3 - Posts: 486)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 6:12 PM

I remember my mom crying when JFK was shot. I also remember watching Lee Harvey Oswald get shot. I was 5. My sister wrote a paper in college about a huge fight my parents had when she was 4 and I was 6. Our memory of the fight was exactly the same, but she was praying my parents wouldn't get divorced and I was praying they would. They finally did...when I was 20 and she was 18.

Bbear  (Level: 159.3 - Posts: 2301)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 6:23 PM

Taco -
roller skating with a "real" key
Delight at JKF's election
Envy at Caroline's pony
Seeing the Beatles for the first time on TV
Pleasure at desegregation
Cuban missle crisis (we lived in DC and my mom wouldn't buy milk for fear the cows were contaminated with fallout)
Piano practice (hated it).

Ain't life funny? We are the same but not the same. Life is beautiful, don't ya think?

Sargon  (Level: 111.2 - Posts: 1256)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 6:31 PM

In the fall all the leaves would be raked to the curb and burned. We would roast hot dogs and marshmallows over the open fire.

Drivers were warned about parking on the ashes before they cooled because their gas tank could explode. Another danger was cars being driven through the piled up leaves because kids liked to burrow into them.

Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 6:46 PM

feeling as if my parents could protect me from anything.
realizing that they couldn't protect me from the angry nuns at school
watching adults smoke and drink. A lot!
sneaking smokes and drinks from parents stash.
Ahh, growing up in the 50s and 60s
Confusion at the "colored only" signs over bathrooms and drinking fountains in Nashville where my grandparents lived.
My grandmother telling me to "hold my breath" when we boarded a bus because "they" smelled bad.
Never hearing a black person referred to by any term other than ni**er.
Going back to IN where these things did not exist because blacks were segregated to one small section of town.
Oh, those were the days alright.

1mks  (Level: 208.1 - Posts: 5864)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 6:54 PM

I remember laying on the kitchen counter listening to a radio program on Saturday mornings. I couldn't have been but around 4 or 5. For the life of me, I can't remember the name of it though. I just remember thinking that it was fabulous. Our first TV when I was in the 2nd or 3rd grade.....big huge "box" .. little went off a certain time every night and then all you would see was a test pattern. I also remember going to the circus with my mother and her not letting me have cotton candy because she said it would cut my tongue. I now buy cotton candy for my grandchildren every time I can, just so I can share it with them. Also, wearing those tacky rubber caps when we went swimming. For whatever reason, girls had to wear them and boys didn't. I too had a key for my skates. Going to bed with rollers.........good did we ever sleep? I honestly remember Mother putting a harness on me and tying me to a tree in the front yard. Hopefully, she was worried about me going off some where and was not just confining me there! I think I probably had a lot of issues with my mother. lol We had our tonsils out at the same time and the dummies took her down first and brought her back and I honestly thought that she had died. I hated that. I also was told that it took 4 nurses to hold me down to give me the ether and Daddy could hear me screaming on the 2nd floor. They told me NOT to run after the surgery but did not tell me what did I do? Ran to the bathroom.......I found out why not to run really quickly....I started throwing up.......AFTER a tonsilectomy..damn, that hurt. Had lots of ice cream though. I also remember the lovely privies or outhouses behind my grandparents home. Not good. I remember my grandmother wringing a chickens head off and me helping pluck the silly thing. She even "let" me do it one time, how awful to even think about now....all I did was break the poor thing's neck and it ran around with it's head dangling. I hated that too but loved her fried chicken. Damn, I'm old.....................

Kimoira  (Level: 198.2 - Posts: 1189)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 7:02 PM

Wonder Bread bags over socks and under boots in the winter.

Orange Crush that tasted WAY different than it does now, and in bottles.

Bottled milk.

Seeing hippies roaming in packs near the lake where I lived and being fascinated.

Lots of snow but I didn't dread it.

Taco24  (Level: 129.2 - Posts: 589)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 7:03 PM

and remember when at midnight, the tv would play the national anthem?

Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 7:20 PM

yeah, no infomercials, except, was it vegematic?
Taco, were you reminiscing about "you" being upset over Kennedy and desegregation, or remembering others feeling that way?
I still have the scrapbook I made after the assasination.

Taco24  (Level: 129.2 - Posts: 589)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 7:34 PM

no no Sandra....Some parents refused to have their kids play with me as I am Catholic. Really got tacky ugly.

Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 7:38 PM

I thought so Taco. Where did you grow up?

Taco24  (Level: 129.2 - Posts: 589)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 7:40 PM

Military brat-at the time though, I was in Texas. One mother yelled at her two daughters in front of me as they were not supposed to be playing with me.
On the other hand, they grew up, and drugged out.

Me? I am here sploofusing.

Donden  (Level: 112.5 - Posts: 2127)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 7:45 PM

I was surrounded by Catholics. I HAD to play with them. LOL!

Winddancer41  (Level: 63.3 - Posts: 1113)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 7:46 PM

Well i must really be old i remember mon and grandma making lye soap to do the wash. And hanging it out on the line and having to hang them up all over the house in the winter. Also did the dipping and plucking feathers off chickens a smell i can still smell if i really think about it. We had an outhouse for quite a few years when i was young. Puhing a roller lawnmower to cut the grass, gathering eggs from the hen house planting and weeding the garden. Mom made a lot of my clothes from feedsacks. But i guess when you grow up in rural indiana back in the forties and fifties thats how life was. Don"t foget the cancans and the bobbysox with saddle shoes, boy life was sure simple back then. Charlotte

Taco24  (Level: 129.2 - Posts: 589)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 7:49 PM

Oh, I hated taking part in the killing of the chickens. Not pleasant at all. THAT, I do not miss!

Lol, I do remember how awful it was to lose your skate key.
Recovering it made my day.

Who remembers those weird colored screen things to place in front of the black and white tvs?

Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 7:50 PM

I didn't get the anti-catholic thing. The town I grew up in was about 25% Catholic though. I'm a typical ex-catholic now, agnostic, don't attend church.
I do have fond childhood memories.

Snow days. Sledding all day then drinking hot chocolate with friends.
Summer camp. Sleeping in cabins and swimming and horseback riding and meeting new friends.
Decorating the christmas tree, about 2 weeks before christmas.
The smell of the pantry in my grandmothers house.
Feeling as if anything was possible.

Violetblue  (Level: 112.2 - Posts: 850)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 7:52 PM

I am a city kid from Miami but I spent many summers in south Georgia with my grandma. I loved to wake up early in the morning and take a long walk down the dirt road, looking for fresh animal tracks. I spent hours in the woods, searching for bird's nests and rattlesnake pits. Catching a box turtle and keeping it for the day before letting it go is a favorite memory. I used to shoot BBs at wasp's nests for fun. I'd dig up worms and use a cane pole to fish for bream in the pond. I got to drive the tractor lawnmower. I'd ride in the back of the pick-up into town, where I'd get a Strawberry Nehi and a bag of peanuts. When the Dairy Queen came to town, it was a big deal. Every year, we'd drive to South Carolina and buy fireworks before the 4th of July. Bottle rockets were the greatest! I almost blew a hole in the storage building beside my grandma's house with an M-80. She was so happy I didn't blow off my hand she wasn't even mad about the large dent in the storage building. I remember painting the mailbox red, white, and blue in the summer of '76.

Fun times.

Taco24  (Level: 129.2 - Posts: 589)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 7:52 PM

Eatin' dreamsicles in August.

Suzannec  (Level: 243.3 - Posts: 616)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 8:00 PM

Wow, great thread! I'm from a gigantic huge Lebanese family and that completely dominated my childhood. We ate Lebanese food, hung out with Lebanese people, and went to Lebanese (Maronite/Catholic) church. Mom and Dad insisted that we would all marry Lebanese people and make lots of Lebanese babies. That theory got old fast when started dating those Lebanese guys and found them to be a bit too domineering for my taste. I married a redhead and my daughter knows so little about being Lebanese that she can barely pronounce the word. However I am still proud of my heritage and have great childhood memories of huge family events where everyone had thick black hair. Oh, and the food is still GREAT!

Taco24  (Level: 129.2 - Posts: 589)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 8:04 PM

Congrats! Great oral history thread we have going here. I like it!

Osuzannacollage  (Level: 132.1 - Posts: 1299)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 8:30 PM

Absolutely! Such a fun thread!

Our favorite place to eat was the Krystal for delicious little burgers that cost a nickel and french fries. Spano's Restaurant downtown featured a Treasure Chest for the kids and free clown ice cream after dinner -- a scoop of vanilla in a cone with cinnamon candies arranged in a smiling face. I remember when McDonald's came to town -- it was major. It actually put a big dent in the popularity of the Varsity drive-in, where chili dogs and onion rings were the rage. Besides that, Morrison's cafeteria was always crowded on Sunday after church. We went to a "good" church because the preacher let us out 15 minutes earlier than the others so that we didn't have such a long line. Seriously!

But my favorite dining memory is our Sunday night ritual with a metal TV tray in the den feasting on a breakfast supper of grits, ham, bacon, toast and scrambled eggs. We actually got to watch television while we ate! Awesome! I remember enjoying "Batman" and "The Smothers Brothers" and "The Newlywed Game" especially. Kapow! Holy Sundays, Batman! Indeed.

Donleigh  (Level: 146.0 - Posts: 4979)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 8:46 PM

i remember the year it snowed so much in Montreal, you could walk out the bedroom window on to the porch roof. My folks have a couple of pictures with the kids standing on top of all that snow, and another of my Dad trying to shovel it all off the driveway. It sloped down and he looks pretty funny with the snow 8 feet over his head.

I remember going taking the train downtown and walking to Jerry Park to watch the Expos play.

I remember Expo 67.

I remember taking the plane all by myself when I was 9, all the way from Halifax back to Montreal after spending two weeks with my grandparents.

Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 8:49 PM

I must be older than you. when we ate supper in front of the tv on sundays, we watched Mutual of Omaha's "Wild Kingdom" and "Lassie".

Taco24  (Level: 129.2 - Posts: 589)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 8:50 PM

and Disney's Sunday night show!

Taco24  (Level: 129.2 - Posts: 589)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 8:50 PM

Lol, I just had to mention that I was a Hayley Mills fan as a youngster. :0

Pennwoman  (Level: 152.3 - Posts: 2478)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 8:52 PM

I remember when my cousin would come up for the Kaufman family reunion from Virginia and all the cousin would do the Virginia reel in the yard together.
I remember "playing" the Partridge family and I always had to be Shirley Jones because I was the oldest.
I remember that girls where not permitted to wear slacks to school, and that the first slacks I did wear where a yellow pantsuit that I loved.

Donden  (Level: 112.5 - Posts: 2127)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 8:53 PM

I remember my first orgasm too

Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 8:55 PM

Right! The "Wonderful World of Disney" wasn't it? I think that those of us who grew up in middle class America in the 50s and 60s really had a charmed childhood. Probably why when the sh*t hit the fan it was so devastating.

Oogie54  (Level: 198.8 - Posts: 1120)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 9:03 PM

Watching Howdy Doody on black and white TV, going to the A&W for slaw dogs and root beer where they hung the little tray over a rolled down car window, a plethora of childhood diseases including impetigo, measles,chicken pocks,mumps,whooping cough, and having my first kidney stone at 7 years old. The sense of community in the areas I grew up in, everyone knew each other in the neighborhood and every family could count on their neighbors in times of need.

Ladyvol  (Level: 202.9 - Posts: 5435)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 9:36 PM

I remember going to town and going to the dime store with my grandpa. I also remember election night and there would be a big board set up outside Robinson's Drug Store where they wrote down the election results as they were telephoned in. When I was in first grade I came down with the red measles and after they cleared up I broke out with the chicken pox. Missed four weeks of school because of it. I remember when doctors made house calls. You used the phone and the operator would say "number please?"...I remember going to the drug store and getting a cherry sprite and sitting at the counter. then after you finished you could go sit in the floor by the comic books and read them! I remember when President Kennedy died. They dismissed school and my mom came to pick me up and she was crying. I thought something had happened to my daddy! I remember playing cowboys and indians with my cousins and also we had play houses using my aunt's old dishes and moss for carpet. I can remember going to town to look at the Christmas decorations and then riding around to look at how the houses were decorated. I remember watching The Wonderful World of Color on Sunday nights and hoping that they would show Zorro or The Swamp Fox! Watching football with my dad on Sundays, always having fried chicken with gravy on Sunday after church, and I remember watching the Beatles on Ed Sullivan. I also remember making snow cream after it would snow. Crawling up in my granny's lap and her telling me stories and my grandpa told all of us grandkids ghost stories! I remember when we would ride our bikes all over the neighborhood and we were safe! Going to the drive-in with my mom and dad and standing outside on the porch with my dad watching it many great memories...wish I could go back and relive some of them!

Suzer22  (Level: 165.6 - Posts: 1982)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 9:37 PM

The milkman who delivered milk to the front porch once a week

Going to my grandfather's with a big bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken (not KFC back then) to watch "Wizard of Oz" on his new color TV.

Root beer floats and Ruffles with Lipton onion dip on New Year's Eve

NOT being allowed to mow the lawn with the new riding lawn mower as I was too young and a girl - only my older brothers were allowed to do that

Sherilynn1962  (Level: 116.2 - Posts: 372)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 11:41 PM

I remember Christopher Platz sticking me in the ass with a rusty pin (one of those old thick 'T' shaped pins) while I was playing tether ball.

I had to show the principal, get a tetanus shot and be generally humiliated.

Funny what we remember.....................Wish I knew what happened to him.

Jank0614  (Level: 67.1 - Posts: 4597)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 11:59 PM

The phone number I just disconnected when I finally sold and moved from my parents' house was the same one they had for 54 years. Originally it was Evergreen 3-1696, then went to all numbers at the changeover. I hated losing it.

Fudypatootie  (Level: 194.4 - Posts: 1302)
Sun, 9th Nov '08 11:59 PM

Our Sunday after church dinner when I lived in St. Louis was at Kentucky Fried Chicken and then over to Baskin Robbins for dessert. I always got Pink Bubblegum, for some odd reason. My brother and I and his best friend picked roses off Mom's trellis and sold them on the street corner. The friend's sister was the only buyer since they weren't long-stemmed. Silly us. Roller skating down the hill by the house, riding bikes through the alley, stopping to pet the basset hound who I thought really was sad, letting my brother talk me into stealing gum from the corner store and then getting caught by Mom and having to take it back and apologize.

Then we moved to the country and I remember party line phones, where each family had a different ring and we only picked up if it was 2 quick rings. Riding my bike down the gravel road and falling and scraping my arm. My cousins (all male) and brothers and I climbing trees, catching frogs, having dirt clod fights in the fields, eating wheat right out of the field, trying to stay away from the mean old rooster, and running down to grandma's house for cake.

Salzypat  (Level: 154.4 - Posts: 5295)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 2:00 AM

I also remember going to the movies - a double feature at that - for all of 12 cents. They didn't have a bathroom in the theater, so you either went into the dark alley back of the theater or across the street to the pool hall. Both choices were pretty scary.

I remember in the late 1940s a new disease - polio - was on a rampage striking fear into the hearts of all parents. One summer parents didn't let their kids play with others, people stayed away from crowds, kids couldn't run through the lawn sprinklers. No one knew what caused polio and there were so many theories. Some thought it may have been caused by the hot summer days and then kids running through the lawn sprinkler.

Sargon  (Level: 111.2 - Posts: 1256)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 2:54 AM

I wasn't allow to play in mud puddles after a rain storm because it might give me polio.

My school was part of the polio vaccine test. We would line up and go to a room that had a couple of doctors giving all the kids shots. There were gym mats on the floor in case someone became faint or dizzy they could lay down. The doctors would sterlize the needles over an open flame before the shot so it was a scary scene.

A year later some of the students were loaded on a bus and taken to another elementary to get another shot. They were part of the control group and had not gotten the real vaccine.

Larefamiliaris  (Level: 135.2 - Posts: 877)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 4:38 AM

Taking my first shot at freedom at around two years old: some fool parent left the door open and I was found a block away beetling off to the shops. Upon being caught and asked by my dad what I thought I was doing, I looked at him and remarked "Sweeties!" ('Candy', for the benefit of Americans!)

I have vague memories of one brother writing on another's leg cast. My mum tells me that's not possible because it happened before I was a year old, but the memory is there.

What else? Digging a hole to Australia in the local park aged 4 or 5. Never did finish that project...

Papermanbill  (Level: 41.3 - Posts: 1313)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 6:07 AM

Donden remembers his first orgasm, does he remember his last??

Surreyman  (Level: 257.1 - Posts: 2766)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 7:21 AM

I was brung up under the German doodlebugs, so my first memories are of the Blitz, ack-ack guns, black-outs, air raid shelters, searchlights, dogfights and big bangs - much more interesting!

Tsk9653  (Level: 113.2 - Posts: 1466)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 8:04 AM

Indeed, Surreyman. So as to keep the thread update, I didn't get into my strongest recollections of my childhood. Suffice to say, I was frightened and unhappy during much of childhood. For me, my chilhood in the the late-1950s and early/mid-1960s were not idyllic times.

Davidf  (Level: 102.1 - Posts: 746)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 8:33 AM

I remember having a crush on Judy Garland and Nancy from the musical Oliver. I collected star wars figures and did not see the need for school.

Violetblue  (Level: 112.2 - Posts: 850)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 11:07 AM

Tsk, you could play along by putting down some of the good times. That's what I did.

Knerd  (Level: 99.0 - Posts: 1141)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 11:25 AM

I remember raking leaves and then jumping in them - acorn fights (that is every bit as bad as it sounds) - kickball games with all the neighborhood kids - kick the can - jumping off our sun deck. And we were always playing pretend - we would be the Bugaloos or the Rookies or The Partridge Family. My sister, best friend and I all had crushes on The Monkees (not the same one, that wouldn't be right). I remember my parents taking us to our first concert to see David Cassidy - they both had cotton in their ears! I just remember being a really happy kid - still feel that way a lot!

Thanks for starting this thread - I have really enjoyed reading other people's stories and the memories it stirred for me!

Salzypat  (Level: 154.4 - Posts: 5295)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 11:26 AM

I remember riding my black horse to country school, about 1-1/2 mile. I was always told his mother was a part Shetland circus performer and the father was a Hambletonian trotter. (The tramp!) That part about the father could be true because my horse preferred to trot rather than gallop. we timed him once and he could trot quite a long distance at about 22-25 miles per hour. It was a stiff-legged trot too, and I felt every bounce up and down on his back!

He was onery like a Shetland for sure. He knew every sandbur patch between home and the school and he would buck me off on one of them about every day. My dad wouldn't let me ride with a saddle because he was afraid Tony would buck me off and I'd get my foot caught in the stirrup and get dragged. After Tony bucked me off I would lead him to the barbed wire fence and just as I would be ready to swing my leg over his back, Tony would swing his butt far enough away I would miss. It usually took several tries before I could get on him again, and he would turn his head around a time or two to try and take a nip out of my shoulder in the process.

As onery as he was, I cried when he died. I never did get another horse.

Donden  (Level: 112.5 - Posts: 2127)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 11:33 AM

Paperman, I hope I haven't had my last one yet!

Crazy4games  (Level: 122.3 - Posts: 1020)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 11:56 AM

I remember going ice skating every Sunday afternoon.
Fifty cents would get you admission, a hot chocolate and a bag of chips.

In the evening, after my bath, I would jump up on my father's lap, and watch The Ed Sullivan Show and Bonanza, but would usually fall asleep before the end.

Papermanbill  (Level: 41.3 - Posts: 1313)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 12:55 PM

Keep a good drip on things , I'm sure everything will work out well.

Jeannette  (Level: 109.5 - Posts: 1736)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 1:28 PM

i remember four feather falls torchy the battery boy we had just got our first tv , i come from a big family too we all had measles together and being downstairs in the darkend room ,shareing a scooter and rollerboots climbimg out of the bathroom window and shimmyimg down the drainpipe to go play when we had been sent to bed lol. eileeny falling through the coal shed roof ,us all jumping on her when we were playing cricket ,poor lass ended up with a broken leg.the wonderful days we spent in the parks and yes we were gone all day took jam sandwitches and pop as a treat the smell of mum bakeing and makeing bread eating it warm with butter melting in yummy .and sitting round the piano mum playing and singing . going pea and potatoe picking with her times were hard .my beatle haircut stunning lol annd also rolling school skirt up at waist .

Linenlady  (Level: 159.1 - Posts: 306)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 1:33 PM

Boy, I have a ton of memories. My earliest ones are of snow; around 2-1/2 I think or so. I was a surprise baby and the youngest of my older brothers was 9 years older than me. He had shoveled the front walk and I'd gone outside with him. Somehow, I got into the snow bank and couldn't get out. I still remember him plucking me out of the snow. We'd spend hours outside tumbling and perfecting our backbends, cartwheels, walking on our hands. We'd never heard of "gymnastics". They played baseball in a field right behind our house and I was beside myself when they finally let me play. Getting my new pair of sneakers in the spring always made my feet feel as though I were flying and I'd run and run. We'd have pancakes on Sunday night and watch Ed Sullivan. Usually on Saturday night we'd make popcorn, but I can't remember what we'd watch.

Zeedee  (Level: 222.1 - Posts: 1088)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 2:09 PM

I, too, have many happy childhood memories. But we do tend to remember the "rosier" pictures. The 1950s were not really as idyllic as most of these posts seem to illustrate.

It was the time of the Iron Curtain across Europe. We were in a Cold War with the USSR (remember "duck and cover" exercises under your elementary school desk? fallout shelters?). My little brother cried himself to sleep at night because he was afraid "the bomb" would come and kill us all in our sleep. Were we still oriented to the military after the end of WWII? We had an Army general for a president! We were at war in Korea. Ho Chi Minh was rising to power in a country many of us had never heard of -- Vietnam -- which would entangle us for years to come.

Racial segregation was still "the norm" in most of the country. Mixed race relationships were against the law in many states until 1967. Two people who had the same father or mother might have been unable to use the same rest room or water fountain depending on the race of the other parent.

Some of our mothers felt trapped in the firm return to "conservative" gender roles when the men returned to the work force following WWII. Our career choices included nurse, but not doctor; teacher, but not principal; waitress, but not restaurateur. But mostly, our career choice was supposed to be "wife and mother." A woman who did have a job could very well lose it if she became pregnant. And methods of birth control were VERY unreliable. Abortions were illegal and dangerous--characterized by the term "back-alley." Girls who got "in trouble" were ostracized and humiliated (and their male counterparts were sometimes congratulated). Equal work did not necessarily mean equal pay. My aunt, who had worked all her adult life and whose family would not have survived without her income, could not get a loan or a credit card in her own name after her (often unemployed) husband died because she had no credit history.

I could go on, but I'm sure you get the drift. I hope that our own children will remember the happiest days of their own childhood. That they will wax nostalgic about their first iPod or the day their family got a Wii or went on an old-fashioned picnic to the beach or the woods. I hope my kids will remember the family weiner roasts in the back yard, and the big Thanksgiving dinners when we move all the furniture out of the livingroom to set up tables so that all 35 members of the extended family could eat in one room together. I hope they remember leaping with their cousins into the creek behind our little cottage on a hot summer day, long cross-country car trips to visit relatives, homemade halloween costumes, cookies hot out of the oven, and the way I made them keep journals during the summer while they were out of school. (They hated that!)

Peace and joy to all of you! I have enjoyed reading all the posts.

Jank0614  (Level: 67.1 - Posts: 4597)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 6:27 PM

ZD - all of that is so true. But when we're little-little, we don't know all that.

My parents were dirt poor on the farm as kids, worked in hot sun chopping cotton, no ice, no AC, working from before sun up to beyond sundown, insect bites and stings, strains, pains, misery. Worn out clothes and shoes, patches on everything.

Yet, when they talk about it, those were the happiest times of their lives, and in the lives of their brothers and sisters. Not the days of AC and easier work and ice in your tea.

But at the same time as their childhood was the beginnings of the depression, Jews being murdered by the millions, horrible conditions worldwide, starvation, wars, diseases.

There probably has never been a time when horrible world events weren't going on somewhere. But childhood is a precious time, and if you are one of the lucky ones, you were protected from even knowing about the worst of the worst for at least a little while.

Papermanbill  (Level: 41.3 - Posts: 1313)
Mon, 10th Nov '08 6:56 PM

I'm going to say a novena tonight and thak the Lord that I made it through those terrible 50's. If I could live to be 100, I would want all my days to be with the Fonz and the rest of the gang. Diane, there is one little thing you left out when it came that period of time. Men were the main providers of the home and worked themselves to earlier graves because of dumb jobs and dumber second jobs. The stay at home mom was a very common thing, divorce was uncommon and kids grew up in a family. If I were a kid today, I would wish I lived at Papermanbill's house because my mom was always there, and she could bake good, too.

Koota  (Level: 180.6 - Posts: 2097)
Tue, 11th Nov '08 12:32 AM

I have to say that I don't remember anything about the 1950's since I was an egg at the time. The early 60's are a blur, but I do remember the mid-60's. I remember not having indoor plumbing, black & white TV, and two rattlesnakes coming out of the woods into the back yard. My dad killed them both with a hoe. Incredible, huh?

Particularly, I remember "dress up day" on the playground in third grade in which the boys ran around pulling up our dresses and yelling "Dress up day!" That happened to me exactly once because I decked the boy who did it and it never happened again. I had a reputation for being "tough" that followed me to high school. LOL

The following year, my mother sewed me "koolot" skirts (not sure how to spell it) which were essentially loose shorts with a flap in the front that made them appear to be a skirt. It was a good idea for a tomboy such as myself since I spent a great deal of time upside down and flying out of swings at high altitude. The school administrators were not impressed and told Mom that I couldn't wear them since they violated the dress code. Mom told them that she didn't have any money for more school clothes and if the school wanted me to wear dresses, they would have to pay for it. That was the year that we busted the dress code and I never wore a skirt to school again. Well ... until Prom night ... but that's another story. LOL

Thanks for sharing your fun early memories!

Mistymented1  (Level: 26.0 - Posts: 163)
Wed, 12th Nov '08 4:14 PM

Wow ~ What a great read this thread is! Some really interesting memories being shared.
I have many, quite distinct memories dating back to when I was about 15 months old. Of course I don't remember every minute of those days, but then again, i don't even remember what i did yesterday anymore! I believe a big part of me remembering that far back had alot to do with my circumstances, but i honestly didn't realise that my situation was different than anyone else's. Probably because i was so young and it just seemed to have always been a part of my life. I didn't really know any different until i was in second grade. I was born with congenital bi-lateral hip dysplasia that went undiagnosed until i was 13 mos.and then it was originally misdiagnosed and therefore I was treated to my first real memories as a result of that.

I guess i was a tippy-toe walker, which caused the doc to think that the tendons in my ankles needed stretched(???) and had casts put on me from toes to knees,both feet. I just thought they were my special boots and that they made more noise when i
walked, especially on my grandmother's old hardwood and linoleum floors. We had carpeting at our house, and it wasn't as noisy there.

They came off after three months and ,sure enough, i no longer was tippy-toeing it, but i now walked with so much of a sway,(LOL- a limp) that i remember feeling my hair always tickling my back when i had my favorite romper on.Plus, it earned me the nickname of "tip" from my uncle and i liked that!

After that, i remember the many surgeries that left me in those yucky old full-body casts, but they were pretty cool to slide down the stairs with, 'cuz i went really fast due to the carpeting. Of course i didn't appreciate , way back then, why that always got my mom so upset- i was only having fun! I remember her putting up a gate so that i couldn't pull myself up them,just to come sliding down again! I'd spent enough time in those old heavy plaster casts, that i was actually quite mobile in them after the initial surgery pain subsided. Again, since i did get around so well, i still had no clue that i was any different.

Other memories from around then include, as a few other have mentioned, those nasty old chicken-pox. The dog-days of summer, itching like mad, and unable to even try to scratch,except when i could sneak sticking a ruler down into the casts for a bit of relief! Mom didn't like that idea too much either though- what a spoil-sport,huh?

I also remember...
my Tony the Pony ride on toy
Great Garloo (that my brother had)
my 'Bill Dings' (clothes-pin like little men that clipped together all different ways) & Krazy Ikes
colorforms and rub-ons and paperdolls and coloring books
my Barbie Salon (my brother and cousin convinced my it was a saloon for their G.I.Joe's)
playing hopscotch and chinese jumprope and jacks
Games like Tip-It, Booby-Trap, Feely Meely, Old Maid & Tiddly Winks

Watching whatever shows I wanted to watch once my brother left for school! Some of those that ranked in as my favorites...Topcat, Snagglepuss, Mushmouse and Punkin Puss, Felix the Cat, Beanie and Cecil, Gumby, Pixie and Dixie, Quick Draw McGraw, Wally Gator, Underdog & Sweet Polly Purebred, Casper and Wendy, Rocky and Bullwinkle, Magilla Gorilla and little Ogee, Curageous Cat,Jana of the Jungle, Kimba the White Lion, Bozo the Clown, Romper Room and Wonderama.

Petticoat Junction,The Patty Duke Show, Rat Patrol, My Favorite Martian, Combat, Tammy, The Ghost and Mrs.Muir, That Girl, F-Troop, Get Smart, Rowan/Martin's Laugh-In, Bewitched, Hogan's Heroes, Daktari,
Flipper, Red Skelton, McHale's Navy, Gentle Ben, Courtship Of Eddie's Father, Mister Ed, "Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom",and of course The Wonderful World of Disney (oh,yeah,Hazel was also one of my favorites!)

Going to the Drive- In Theater with the speakers that hung on the window of the car. I remember being told to stay in the middle of the merry-go-round ride on the playground, while waiting for it to be dark enough for the movie to start, and at 4 years old, i was really doing pretty dang good ,considering all of the older boys were trying to out-do each other by not letting go as they spun it around faster and faster.If some teen-aged boy hadn't decided to jump on and then to jump off,taking me with him, while it was spinning at top speed,i might not have broken my tooth in half and gotten my mom so worried and upset that she made my dad bring us to the hospital, and missing the movie. (we did go back the following night though!)

Movies that i remember as being favorites from mostly the 60's...The Incredible Mr. Limpet, Mary Poppins,The Jungle Book, The Ghost and Mr. Chicken, The Parent Trap, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,The Three Lives of Thomasina, That Darn Cat, Please Don't Eat the Daisies, Swiss Family Robinson, Toby Tyler, Son of Flubber,The Sound of Music,Oliver!,Yours, Mine and Ours,

A Hard Day's Night, Help!, Alice's Restaurant, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, Bonnie and Clyde, Easy Rider, Midnight Cowboy, True Grit, The Green Berets, The Dirty Dozen, Cool Hand Luke,Guess Who's Coming to Dinner, The Graduate, Valley of the Dolls ,This Property Is Condemned
Planet of the Apes, Psycho, The Birds,Whatever Happened To Baby Jane, Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte, What Ever Happened to Aunt Alice?, Rosemary's Baby,

Wolfman Jack on my very own Transistor Radio with those 9v batteries that you could test their power by sticking it against your tongue!

And now that i've gone on way too long, i'll end this novelette here.

Pennwoman  (Level: 152.3 - Posts: 2478)
Wed, 12th Nov '08 4:59 PM

but great memories!
Speaking of Rat Patrol -- it was the first TV show that made me realize, men looked good in really tight pants.....

Zeedee  (Level: 222.1 - Posts: 1088)
Thu, 13th Nov '08 11:41 PM

I just got this link in an email. Photos, music, and text. There is a pause button if you are not a speed-reader.

Mplaw51  (Level: 176.9 - Posts: 1582)
Fri, 14th Nov '08 6:09 AM

I loved it! It sums it all up so well! I've sent it along to several people and will probably send it to a few more. Thanks for putting it up.

Sandracam  (Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4190)
Fri, 14th Nov '08 7:20 AM

Oooh, Felix the Cat, Beany and Cecil, Rocky and Bullwinkle. Loved them, thanks for reminding me!

Achad  (Level: 201.6 - Posts: 661)
Fri, 14th Nov '08 10:16 AM

I remember being taken to hospital with acute peritonitis wrapped in a blanket in the back of my dad's Ford 'Pop': no telephone and no time to wait for an ambulance. I was only three!
We also had one of the first 'minis': a red Austin 7 mini. Dad crashed that one into a train!
Grandpa taking me to my uncle's farm for haymaking when I was about 5: both Grandads died before I reached 8 and I never knew either Grandma as they died in the 40's.
Watch With Mother: Andy Pandy, The Woodentops, Tales of the Riverbank and Bill & Ben, the Flowerpot men.
Getting a pedal powered builder's lorry, complete with bricks, for Xmas: one Grandad was a builder!
The long winter of ''63 with frozen snow & ice on the streets 'til March.
England winning the World Cup in '66! Will I ever see such a thing again?!!!!!
Pear Drops, Strawberry Tarts, Fruit Salads & Jubblies.
The noise inside the lace mills.
Chips with fish bits on the top wrapped in newspaper.
Home baked bread and freshly made ice-cream.

All so different to today!!!!!!!!!

Smeans  (Level: 109.2 - Posts: 301)
Fri, 14th Nov '08 3:25 PM

I remember when I was about 5 years old my parents were putting a roof on the house and I was out of bubbles so I decided to get some dish liquid and make my own. It took me 10 minutes of sobbing and crying to get my parents to understand what I was talking about when I was screaming " I have Sunlight in my eyes!!" Incidentally, Sunlight was the name of the dish liquid mom was using at the time. I remember dad coming down off the roof, holding my eye wide open and spraying water from the water hose (we had well water) into my eye to flush it out.

I remember going out playing in the river beside our house from sun rise to sun set. Because back then it was trash/glass/pollutant free, now I wouldn't even consider letting my kids get into it.

I remember chasing my mom around the yard with a green snake we found in the garden when I was about 8 and mom then getting me back that night by going and running my water for my bath and putting some grub worms in the tub, because I was deathly afraid of them. I didn't notice them until I was undressed and stepping into the tub and then proceeded to run naked out of the bathroom screaming my lungs out about worms in the bathtub.

I remember laughing until I peed my pants at my mom who was down in the river with my dad helping to clear up and trash pile up after a flood and mom feeling something in her pants legand thinking it was a snake going up her pants leg. She had those pants off and was running up onto the river bank in the blink of an eye in her shirt and underwear. When dad went to investigate what was in the pants, it wasn't a snake it was a bullfrog. LMAO

I remember spending the night with my Kindergarten Teacher's Aide, Mrs. Stratton, every year from Kindergarten until I was a senior in high school at least one weekend a year. We would do fun things like go pick strawberries down at the farm they had or go help her son wrangle up the snapping turtles that he would find, go fishing on the river bank, or go pet the horses of one of her neighbors. She would let me pick some old English roses that she had growing out back of her house to take home to mom when I was going home. We made lemonade with real lemons, we would sit on the porch swing out front and talk for hours. She tried to teach me to sew, embroider and crochet. I also remember loosing my first tooth. I was in Kindergarten and I was afraid it would hurt to pull it out and I remember her rocking me in the rocking chair at nap time and gentling wiggling the tooth until it finally came out. Man I miss her, I need to give her a call and go see her sometime soon.

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