Were you a kid in the Fifties or so ? Everybody makes fun of our childhood!
Comedians joke. Grandkids snicker. Twenty-something’s shudder and say
“Eeeew!” But was our childhood really all that bad? Judge for yourself:

In 1953 the US population was less than 150 million. Yet you knew more
people then, and knew them better…
And that was good.

The average annual salary was under $3,000. Yet our parents could put some
of it away for a rainy day and still live a decent life. And that was good.

A loaf of bread cost about 15 cents… But it was safe for a five-year-old
to skate to the store and buy one…
And that was good.

Prime-Time meant I Love Lucy, Ozzie and Harriet, Gunsmoke and Lassie. So
nobody ever heard of ratings or filters…
And that was good.

We didn’t have air-conditioning… So the windows stayed up and half a
dozen mothers ran outside when you fell off your bike.
And that was good.

Your teacher was either Miss Matthews or Mrs. Logan or Mr. Adkins. But not
Ms Becky or Mr.Dan… And that was good.

The only hazardous material you knew about. Was a patch of grassburrs
around the light pole at the corner .
And that was good.

You loved to climb into a fresh bed… Because sheets were dried
on the clothesline. And that was good.

People generally lived in the same hometown with their relatives. So “child
care” meant grandparents or aunts and uncles… And that was good.

Parents were respected and their rules were law. Children did
not talk back… And that was good.

TV was in black-and-white. But all outdoors was in glorious color… And
that was certainly good.

Your Dad knew how to adjust everybody’s carburetor… And the Dad next door
knew how to adjust all the TV knobs .. And that
was very good.

Your grandma grew snap beans in the back yard. And chickens behind the
garage… And that was definitely good.

And just when you were about to do something really bad… Chances were
you’d run into your Dad’s high school coach… Or the nosy old lady from up
the street. Or your little sister’s piano teacher… Or somebody from
Church. ALL of whom knew your parents’ phone number… And YOUR first name.
And even THAT was good!