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| WebBits | December 2002 |
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Remembering the Happy Days While most of you probably do not have a personal memory of living or doing something in the happy days (1950 to 1959), you should at least know someone who does. These were the days when all the doors in the neighborhood were unlocked, and children did not have to be home until the streetlights came on. Everybody knew everyone's family by name, and had an ever vigilant eye out for the children. The mainstays of that day were the little league football and baseball games at the park. All the families showed up, crowding the bleachers to standing room only. One could go to the store and take almost an hour looking at the penny candies. Coke was 10 cents. And the highlight of the evening was waiting for the ice-cream truck to wind through the neighborhoods enticing the children with its melodious music. Ah yes, another time and place. The nation was in a building boom . . . as planned communities came with the returning soldiers, who could purchase a nice home for $6,000. The neighborhood games of that time were Red Rover and dodge ball. It was great lining up all the kids on the block and having our weekly battle with dirt clods, and old coke cups filled with dust for smoke bombs. Remember when you arose in the morning and ran to the front porch to look for the chocolate milk neatly place in the tin box, left by the milkman? These were also the days of Leave It To Beaver, My Three Son's, Life With Riley, Donna Reed, Perry Mason, cartoons, and the Grand Ole Opry. Looking back it seems like an easier time of life, and the holiday's were not unlike the Christmas Story. Oh well, just wondering if you remember? |
John Oakley (JJ) |
