Thankful For My Very Simple Childhood
As part of Debbie Reynolds ’ 10 Day Thanksgiving Post Challenge, she has asked us to share with you what we are grateful for. Stop by and read some of the posts and if you feel like it, share with us what you are grateful for as well.
My formative years occurred in the 50s when there were just three television channels and most of the food we ate was cooked at home.
My mornings began eating Frosted Flakes with regular whole milk while I watched Captain Kangaroo remind us to say “please” and “thank you” and Bunny Rabbit kept trying to steal all of the carrots.
We had one phone, two televisions and a huge bookshelf with real books to read. On those shelves, we also had the Encyclopedia Britannica (Google long before it was Google.)
We played outside all day on Saturdays and came inside only for lunch and dinner. And after helping with the dishes, we went back outside to play until we were called in.
When we had family dinners, everyone sat at the table and we talked. (sometimes all at once)
On Sundays, we went to our beach property in a caravan of 4 to 6 cars and had hot dogs, hamburgers, chili and homemade chocolate cake and apple pie.
Life was simple.
I always had family around, my core family and an extended family of many aunts and uncles, who by the way, were addressed as Aunt and Uncle...never by their first name.
When we went to Sunday School and church, we dressed up.
When I went to school, I wore a dress.
The semester I started college, I was wearing dresses to class. This was in the fall of 1967 and by mid-semester, my outfit was now jeans, desert boots, a poncho and long straight hair.
There were protests at campuses throughout the United States, and now my life, my life as I had known it, was in for a change.
The simple life had become a thing of the past.
Oh yes, I am very thankful for my simple childhood.