grandma remembers…

One evening a grandson was talking to his grandmother about current events. The grandson asked his grandmother what she thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general. The Grandmother replied, “Well, let me think a minute, I was born before there was: penicillin, polio shots,  frozen foods, Xerox,  contact lenses, Frisbees and the pill…..

There were no credit cards,  laser beams or ‘ ball-point pens.

Man had not yet invented: pantyhose, air conditioners, dishwashers or clothes dryers!  The clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air, and man hadn’t yet walked on the moon.
Your grandfather and I got married first, and then lived together. Every family had a father and a mother. Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, “Sir.” And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, “Sir.”

We were before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.  Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense. We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.
Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege.  We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.  Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.  Draft dodgers were those who closed front doors as the evening breeze started.  Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends -not purchasing condominiums.
We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CD’s, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.   We listened to Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President’s speeches on our radios.   And I don’t ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.  If you saw anything with ‘Made in Japan ‘ on it, it was junk.   The term ‘making out’ referred to how you did on your school exam. Pizza Hut, McDonald’s, and instant coffee were unheard of.  We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.
Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.  And if you didn’t want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.  You could buy a new Ford Coupe for $600, but who could afford one?  Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.
In my day: “grass” was mowed, ‘ “coke” was a cold drink, ‘ “pot” was something your mother cooked in and ‘ “rock music” was your grandmother’s lullaby. ‘ “Aids” were helpers in the Principal’s office, ‘ “chip” meant a piece of wood, ‘ “hardware” was found in a hardware store and. ‘ “software” wasn’t even a word.
And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.  No wonder people call us “old and confused” and say there is a generation gap.
How old do you think grandma was??  You might be surprised!!
Grandma was 59 years old….born in 1952.  Kinda gives you something to think about, now doesn’t it?
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6 responses to “grandma remembers…

  1. Great piece especially for us boomers!!!!!

  2. Thanks! Time is really passing by quickly!!! :D

  3. DAD

    speaking of the pill—there was an 80 year old woman whose doctor had just retired, when seeing the new doctor that took over his practice, he asked to review the medications that the former doctor had prescribed. Among them he found a prescription for birth control pills. Asking the elderly woman why she had them, she replied that they made her sleep good at night. Flabbergasted by this remark, he asked her to explain. Every morning I grind one to powder and put it in my grandaughter,s orange juice and I sleep better at night.,

  4. Those old days WERE good. Heaven knows I love my gadgets and technology, but I don’t love the disconnection from family values.
    Great story!

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