Take a walk down nostalgia lane. It’s amazing to think back over a lifetime of changes. Do you know anybody who winds their watch now? Time (and life) has moved so fast, it’s hard to believe what has happened in 65 years. And some old habits die hard and some old memories (and even parts of your language) don’t change.
This milk box used to sit on our porch and the milk man delivered milk, butter and sometimes eggs, to your house, several times a week. If you’re over 50, you might still find yourself occasionally shaking the milk as you get it out of the fridge. Some part of your brain remembers non-homogenized milk, which had the cream on the top and the milk had to be shaken to mix it. Nobody under 50 would ever shake the milk now. More about that here if you really want to go down that memory lane. https://sarasinart.net/2012/11/09/the-milk-box/
If you’re over 50, your language probably still includes the phrase “car keys.” You say that, yet you have only one key for your car, and have for many years now, lol. We oldsters can remember when there was a key for the door and trunk, and one for the ignition. And there was no clicking the remote from across the parking lot to unlock the door……you stuck the key in the lock to unlock the door. And you got wet fiddling with that when it was raining.
You came out of that grocery store with paper bags. And you may have had a butcher in the store cut the kind of meat for you that you needed, wrapping it in white meat paper. You brought home whole foods, that had none of these preservatives and stuff that we eat today. You cooked all that from scratch in a kitchen with few appliances, and no A/C. There was no microwave, no electric mixer or blender, no toaster oven, just hand operated tools that could cook up some wonderful meals in the hands of good cooks.
We had television after a while. There were 13 channels, with a signal brought in by an antenna on your roof, and a motor that turned it around, controlled by a box in your house. Those antennas weren’t always too sturdy and sometimes you’d hear that somebody’s antenna blew down in a storm. Oh yea, and no remote; you got up and went across the room to turn the channel. Before television, we had radio! We would sit around it and listen to shows, as a family.
Kids went out and played after school in our little town, while dad was at work and mom was making supper, if she was lucky enough to not have to be working. Our mothers knew we were somewhere in the vicinity, but not exactly where, and there was no problem with that. Nobody feared their kids being kidnapped and having horrible things done to them. We rode bikes and skated and where I lived was near a big woods which we really weren’t supposed to go in, but we did. The old man who owned the property thought somebody might get hurt going in there, but I can’t remember of anyone getting hurt. It was dark and mysterious in there, with paths thru the woods that lent themselves to some interesting games and some scary stories occasionally told by older kids. But that didn’t scare us off, and the woods was a good place to be.
Kids used their imagination to find things to do. Oh we had games; they were called cards and jacks and balls, and dolls and toy cars and trucks, but nothing that plugged in, lol. Our parents grew gardens and if we were lucky, taught us to grow things too. Mine did, and knowing the things my father taught me about that has served me well all my life. Grandma taught me things about plants too, and also taught me things from her childhood, like making holly hock dolls. Another trip down memory lane is here: https://sarasinart.net/2010/06/19/holly-hock-dolls-and-other-old-time-simpler-things/
My dad used to say that someday, a man would be on the moon. People thought he was a little nutty, and then we put a man on the moon. Now there are people in a space station, and equipment on Mars. He also used to say that sometime we wouldn’t need money…..we would buy things with plastic cards. As the commercial asks now: What do you have in your wallet?
Moms were busy whether they worked outside the home or not. The words “automatic washer” have now gone from our language, but before “automatic” washers, there were washers that wrung the clothes out with mechanical wringers. Then you transferred the clothes to a rinse tub, and later wrung them out again. You had to turn the buttons inside the clothes or the wringers might break the buttons. You could get your fingers in the wringers too, if you were’t watching what you were doing. The clothes were hung on the clothes line to dry, cos there weren’t any dryers. It was hard to get them dry without freezing sometimes in the winter, and lots of people had clothes lines in their basements for that purpose. When the clothes were dry, they had to be ironed, cos there was no permanent press either.
It’s good to look back, and it’s also good, we sure hope, to look forward.
Those are just some odd memories of facts about life years ago. off the top of my head. Then there are ideas, like morals and judgement and having a sense of personal responsibility. That’s another blog for another day.
Here’s an old blog to really jog your memory if you’re older, or make you ask your elders some questions if you’re not! https://sarasinart.net/2012/12/07/do-you-remember-more-nostalgia/
I love that milk box! We never had one that I can remember, wish I could. “I’m a big proponent of a simpler, slower way of life”, she says, as she types on her laptop.
Well yea, we do have to have some modern conveniences, but it’s still important to remember to hold on to some things that are being lost or forgotten.
Thanks for the walk down memory lane! How quickly time flies. The hand mixer brought back a lot of memories of my Mom teaching me how to cook. What a nice memory! 😀
You’re so welcome and I’m glad you enjoyed it. The old blog at the end of this one does have a lot of great memory joggers.
Yep, we’re “older than dirt” according to my teenage daughters. BUT….Friday night when they were both jousting for their “pay-per-view” movie with Dad….they sobbed when DAD picked the ORIGINAL Godzilla (in Black and &%^$White) over World War Z. Then they sat there and enjoyed the minimal special effects in B&W and used their IMAGINATION to fill in the color. Actually loved it (they did)…I’ve seen it ’bout 200 times before. Imagination is the one thing our school systems have dumbed them down into not using. Imagination was one of our “old folks” only entertainment. Color TV???…Johnny’s Dad’s got one, but YOU don’t, so eat your damn peas and beets and go watch Rifleman…It looks the same on Johnny’s Dad’s TV. Yep, the Times they are a’Changed. Tough weekend with the angels, GREAT post….keep it coming.
Thanks, I’ll keep rambling along! The times are a’changed and it ain’t all good!
It’s good that everybody enjoyed the movie!
That brought back many memories, Nancy. Sounds like your father was a man of vision.
Hope it made you smile, Steve. He was sort of a visionary. He predicted a lot of things and some old them happened.
This one indeed made me sit back and think of those good old days!! Thanks a ton
You’re very welcome. Glad you liked it and thanks for the follow!