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<blockquote data-quote="Sheila" data-source="post: 243526" data-attributes="member: 23"><p>roflolpmp</p><p></p><p>Girdles with-nylon hose, then the garter belts with-nylons that could be seen when you sat down in a mini-skirt. (I'll never forget Mr. Clark, our next door neighbor. He taught high-school. I overheard him talking with-his wife and my mom about the disgrace -- he said he had to move his desk to the back of the class so he could keep his mind on instruction. And yes, apparently, most of the parents "back in the day" didn't do too good a job raising their kids either. lol)</p><p></p><p>My daddy still calls all guys with long hair "hippies." lol Long hair for my dad was anything over the ears. No, I was not allowed to date "hippies." lol</p><p></p><p>Mom and Dad loved the "gas wars." Gas would drop from $0.20/gallon down to $0.15 per gallon.</p><p></p><p>Elvis was a bad influence on us, and it was preached that we shouldn't listen to his music. (Of course, we did every chance we got. Somethings just never change I guess.)</p><p></p><p>One coke a week was a real treat. I better clarify terminology -- that's coca-cola.</p><p></p><p>Cars with-no air-conditioning -- even in the heat and humidity in our area.</p><p></p><p>Shoot -- houses with-no air-conditioning. Attic fans were "the thing." Absolutely didn't think one thing about it.</p><p></p><p>Every house on our block had kids and stay-at-home moms.</p><p></p><p>T.V. was black and white only; with no remote control; one or two channels only.</p><p></p><p>No microwaves or dishwashers.</p><p></p><p>No dryers. (I hated hanging out clothes, and I hated bringing them in. Yes, I pouted about having to fold and put them up also.) Those that had to be iron were put into hot starch, squeezed out, and frozen in the freezer first. They sure did iron up pretty....</p><p></p><p>We played hop-scotch on the driveway and I tore up more than one pair of shoes with-the skates MM described. We climbed trees and fences and played in the sprinkler while the lawn was being watered. I rode my bicycle in the street without a care -- so did the other kids. (Took care of it too because I knew it'd be the only one I ever got.)</p><p></p><p>Boy, it was a big deal when I could finally ride it around the block! And walk to the store.</p><p></p><p>Played in the front yard somewhere on the block. Moms never worried -- the kids were around somewhere. In our neighborhood, they all parented pretty much the same way back then.</p><p></p><p>There wasn't much really that parents had to ground kids from -- we just got spankings. But Mom had her own special brand of grounding after I started dating. "You will not go out this weekend unless you're ironing is done." ACK! And she meant it better be done by Thursday night. I hated ironing, too. And everything had to be ironed -- all clothing was 100&#37; cotton except nylons until polyester came out.</p><p></p><p>Re: ironing. I still have a scar on my leg from ironing. We had a tall kitchen utility chair. I raised the ironing board as high as it would go and pulled the chair up and sat in it. I proped my left leg over the narrow end of the board. I was waiting for Mother to say, "Sheila, get your leg down" because I knew that was "poor posture" and Mother would just have to say something about it. I leaned back and was fast and sloppily ironing something -- Mother never said a word. </p><p></p><p>I rammed that dang iron right into the inside of my left leg at the knee. OUCH! OUCH! and OUCH! No, I didn't just barely touch it, I nearly buried it into my leg. Right nice-bell shaped burn instantly appeared. All Mother said was something like, "I thought you had better sense." She had no mercy. (Somehow she knew there was a little passive-aggressive behavior going on there. lol) I believe she did direct me to the butter (which was the way it was done then).</p><p></p><p>Natural consequences of that nature worked with-me.<img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite8" alt=":D" title="Big Grin :D" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":D" /></p><p></p><p>We finally got window air-conditioning for the house when I was about 10. I was about 14 when we got a car with air-conditioning. Life was good.</p><p></p><p>Boy, have I dated myself.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sheila, post: 243526, member: 23"] roflolpmp Girdles with-nylon hose, then the garter belts with-nylons that could be seen when you sat down in a mini-skirt. (I'll never forget Mr. Clark, our next door neighbor. He taught high-school. I overheard him talking with-his wife and my mom about the disgrace -- he said he had to move his desk to the back of the class so he could keep his mind on instruction. And yes, apparently, most of the parents "back in the day" didn't do too good a job raising their kids either. lol) My daddy still calls all guys with long hair "hippies." lol Long hair for my dad was anything over the ears. No, I was not allowed to date "hippies." lol Mom and Dad loved the "gas wars." Gas would drop from $0.20/gallon down to $0.15 per gallon. Elvis was a bad influence on us, and it was preached that we shouldn't listen to his music. (Of course, we did every chance we got. Somethings just never change I guess.) One coke a week was a real treat. I better clarify terminology -- that's coca-cola. Cars with-no air-conditioning -- even in the heat and humidity in our area. Shoot -- houses with-no air-conditioning. Attic fans were "the thing." Absolutely didn't think one thing about it. Every house on our block had kids and stay-at-home moms. T.V. was black and white only; with no remote control; one or two channels only. No microwaves or dishwashers. No dryers. (I hated hanging out clothes, and I hated bringing them in. Yes, I pouted about having to fold and put them up also.) Those that had to be iron were put into hot starch, squeezed out, and frozen in the freezer first. They sure did iron up pretty.... We played hop-scotch on the driveway and I tore up more than one pair of shoes with-the skates MM described. We climbed trees and fences and played in the sprinkler while the lawn was being watered. I rode my bicycle in the street without a care -- so did the other kids. (Took care of it too because I knew it'd be the only one I ever got.) Boy, it was a big deal when I could finally ride it around the block! And walk to the store. Played in the front yard somewhere on the block. Moms never worried -- the kids were around somewhere. In our neighborhood, they all parented pretty much the same way back then. There wasn't much really that parents had to ground kids from -- we just got spankings. But Mom had her own special brand of grounding after I started dating. "You will not go out this weekend unless you're ironing is done." ACK! And she meant it better be done by Thursday night. I hated ironing, too. And everything had to be ironed -- all clothing was 100% cotton except nylons until polyester came out. Re: ironing. I still have a scar on my leg from ironing. We had a tall kitchen utility chair. I raised the ironing board as high as it would go and pulled the chair up and sat in it. I proped my left leg over the narrow end of the board. I was waiting for Mother to say, "Sheila, get your leg down" because I knew that was "poor posture" and Mother would just have to say something about it. I leaned back and was fast and sloppily ironing something -- Mother never said a word. I rammed that dang iron right into the inside of my left leg at the knee. OUCH! OUCH! and OUCH! No, I didn't just barely touch it, I nearly buried it into my leg. Right nice-bell shaped burn instantly appeared. All Mother said was something like, "I thought you had better sense." She had no mercy. (Somehow she knew there was a little passive-aggressive behavior going on there. lol) I believe she did direct me to the butter (which was the way it was done then). Natural consequences of that nature worked with-me.:happy: We finally got window air-conditioning for the house when I was about 10. I was about 14 when we got a car with air-conditioning. Life was good. Boy, have I dated myself. [/QUOTE]
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