So easy to get ‘wrapped’ up in the here and now.
Think back for a short time!
Remember????
When there were no phones in rural areas
Collect phone calls
Telephone booths
Collars and halters for mule or horse
1 or 2 horse/mule turn plow
Peanut weeder
Mule/horse and drag and barn crew for ‘barning’ tobacco
Cropping tobacco by hand, stacking peanuts, picking cotton by hand, breaking corn and tossing into wagon to move it to the barn?
Playing Hop Scotch
Using grains of corn to play bingo
Skip a rope
Shooting marbles
2 man crosscut saw
Wood fired stove and heater
No air conditioning, not fans except hand fans mostly from funeral homes
Groceries delivered, not just to the vehicle, but to homes
Straight gear vehicles on the steering wheel or in the foot (of the vehicle)
Hoop cheese
Neck bones and rice
A pan of homemade biscuits, flour bread or cornbread
When the minimum wage was $1 an hour, no benefits, just a job.
Logging with a horse/mule pulling the logs to a loading area and loading by ‘brute strength’
When your gas was pumped by attendant and windshield was washed while you waited!
When you disobeyed parents or any adult and a whipping was not assault of a minor?
Bet you could add to the list……
Our ancestors worked hard manual jobs, male and female. There was little time to protest and if you had the time and energy it could be best used planting and harvesting a garden and killin’ hogs and putting the meat in a smokehouse to be used as needed.
No locks on the doors, no drugs but castor oil and aspirin.
Maybe those days were not as bad as I thought, have no desire to go back, but do wish people were more respectful of others, more appreciative of all we have today.
Think ‘we are spoiled rotten’, one of my moms favorite expressions.
Young women today, as in the fifties, find themselves entering the big world and having to make choices. Robert Gottieb
Lana Turner taught me how to kiss on the set of the movie ‘Diane’ in the early fifties. Roger Moore
‘Doo-wop’ is a very special word for me. Because I grew up listening to my dad who, as a Fifties rock & roll head, loved doo-wop music. Bruno Mars
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