Sherri Lynn Again, you've beaten me to the punch line. I now find that living back then much easer then now. In 1954 one could purchase a gal. of gas for 15.9 cents, also a pack of gigs for 9 cents. A quarter went a long way, but in truth 50 cents an d hour was about average. Thanks Ken & Sherry

Yes, Sheri, I can remember all that and more. It was the same in Oz, we used to play hide and seek outside in the dark because you were harder to find. "Grass" was actually something you cut with a mower, a push mower at that. Walking came naturally as breathing. Obesity was uncommon, and we led everyday lives without (shock, horror) therapists. And we ate proper chips, fat and potatoey, not the thin apology for them now called "French fries." I could go on...

Come to think of it, That is amazing.....How we survived! Thanks for the memories :)

Hello Sherry, Well what can I say! I remember my Kids doing all this stuff :-) When I was a kid, we had food drive-ins & the waitress would come out to the car in rollerskates to take our order, then rollerskate back to the car & hook a tray of food to the window!! We use to play Kick the can at night after dinner, & no one worried that we were out after dark. At school girls took sewing class, & the first thing we had to make was a gym bag to put our dirty clothes in after gym. Boy that sure was a long time ago! :-) Your Friend, Sweetgrame :-) http://www.sweetgrame.com http://sweetgrame.adpost.com http://www.ymim.org/tadl.htm

I can remember all those things and really don't think I would want to go back. I was trying to think the other day what we did at night. I was an only child and we got our first TV when I was 16. I remember listening to the radio stories and my Mom listened to The Romance of Helen Trent a woman from a little mining town in the west. Could she find happiness....? I guess we must have gone to bed earlier than we do now. I remember always having red rings around my ankles in the winter from the wet snow getting inside the boots. I had big baggy woolen leggings and all the snow would stick to them in little balls. As a girl we had to wear a dress so that meant a garter belt and those ugly brown stockings. Of course we walked most places and the boys loved to throw ice snowballs at us. Well, enough lovely memories for today. Shirley Manion