FROM MY DAD…

December 21st, 2009

I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.

Someone asked the other day, “What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?”

“We didn”t have fast food when I was growing up,” I informed him. “All the food was slow.”

“C”mon, seriously. Where did you eat?”

“It was a place called ‘at home,” I explained! Mom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn”t like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.”

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn”t tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.

But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it

Some parents never owned their own house, wore Levis, set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card.

In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card. The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears & Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died.

My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow).

We didn”t have a television in our house until I was 5. It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people.

I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called “pizza pie.” When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung n down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It”s still the best pizza I ever had. Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.

We didn”t have a car until I was 4. It was an old black Dodge.

I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn”t know weren”t already using the line.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers -my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which he got to keep 2 cents. He had to get up at 6AM every morning. On Saturday, he had to collect the 42 cents from his customers. His favorite customers were the ones who gave him 50 cents and told him to keep the change. His least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.

Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don”t blame me if they bust a gut laughing.

Growing up isn”t what it used to be, is it?

Memories from a friend:

My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother”s house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to “sprinkle” clothes with because we didn”t have steam irons. Man, I am old.

How many do you remember?

Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
Real ice boxes.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.

Older Than Dirt Quiz: Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about. Ratings at the bottom.

1 Blackjack chewing gum
2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
5. Coffee shops or diners with tableside juke boxes
6 . Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines on the telephone
8. Newsreels before the movie
9. P.F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11. TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (there were only 3 channels [if you were fortunate])

12. Peashooters
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S&H green stamps
16 Hi-fi”s
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19 Blue flashbulb
20. Packards
21. Roller skate keys
22. Cork popguns
23. Drive-ins
24. Studebakers
25. Wash tub wringers

If you remembered 0-5 = You”re still young
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older
If you remembered 11-15 = Don”t tell your age,
If you remembered 16-25 = You”re older than dirt!

I might be older than dirt but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.

4 Responses to “FROM MY DAD…”

  1. Mary Jo says:

    I actually remember 16 of them. What good memories.

    Mary Jo

    p.s. My mom made us lick the green stamps and put them in the little book. What a taste. Yuk.

  2. Jeff Hess says:

    Shalom Mary Jo,

    We used to take the books from the Kroger’s where my family shopped and use them to color in.

    B’shalom,

    Jeff

  3. muley says:

    …..I actually got my arm caught in Mom’s wringer washer as a child.
    Enjoy the holidays, Jeff

  4. Jeff Hess says:

    Shalom Muley,

    That’s much better than some other bodily protuberance, I’m sure.

    B’shalom,

    Jeff

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