Posted by Lisa Laree to Beer Lahai Roi
That picture was taken, um, 57 years ago today.
That's a long time ago.
The world has changed a lot since that picture was taken.
Notice the open window...that would be closed today. Central heat and air were not common in 1960. At least not in rural Indiana.
Ike was still POTUS.
My parents were on a party line.
They had a small black and white TV...that got 4 local channels; one independent (channel 4...which is now, I believe, a Fox affiliate) and the three major networks, although I can't remember for sure which of channels 6, 8, and 13 were which.
The stations all signed off at night.
There was a test pattern on after hours.
It was kind of creepy.
The space race was heating up.
Car seats were just padded crates that hung over the seat so the kid could see out.
Seat belts were not yet standard equipment.
Gas stations had attendants that pumped your gas, washed your windows and checked your oil.
Folks dressed up to go out.
County roads were mostly unpaved.
Cars didn't have A/C either. They had these weird vent windows that levered out to catch the breeze and blow it on the driver and front passenger.
Moms left kids in the car while making a quick run into the dry cleaners or post office or bank without a second thought.
She also always draped toilet paper over the seat in a public restroom before making use of it...or allowing one of her kids to make use of it.
Coffee was always percolated.
And served in 8 ounce cups on saucers.
Christmas stockings that we hung on Christmas eve were actual socks. That we wore.
Santa arrived in the stores on the day after Thanksgiving. Which was when the stores were suddenly and magically decorated with Christmas trimmings.
I had some of the same teachers in elementary school that my mother had. They frequently called me by her name.
We rode in the back of the truck all the time. Or on the fender of the tractor. My dad often says it's a wonder any of us grew up (hashtag sarcasm).
A computer with the power of the calculator sitting on my desk would take up an entire room.
My dad didn't have a computer sitting on his desk. He had a slide rule.
After a while, he had an adding machine.
I remember smells....the way the bank smelled (was that money?); the way the library smelled; the way the bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken smelled as we carried it home...about a half an hour drive from the nearest restaurant. At which we only stopped if we happened to be headed home from the city and going by at the opportune moment. The way the stubby lopsided Christmas trees smelled. The way Grandma's shellout beans smelled as they warmed up for about the third time. The way new-cut hay smelled.
The days were slow, but never long enough. I hated napping and going to bed at night. I might miss something.
This is nothing like the post I wanted to write. But maybe it was the one I needed to write.
Nostalgia is good from time to time.
And a birthday is a good time to be nostalgic.
