Debbie and I were talking today about how parents do not always raise their own kids and it turned to my early years of being a single parent. I know I was working at the Red Carpet and I was off on Sundays. Through the week I worked the morning shift, came back and helped through the supper rush and then went down on South Main to sack bread at the bakery. When you maintain a schedule like that, days off are a definite luxury so it was important that they be savored. Now I have to say I was not very good at attending church, but I made sure the kids got on the bus every Sunday morning for their religious training. But Sunday afternoons were special.
The fishing poles were always in the trunk of the old black Ford. There were no such things back then as car seats so the kids just piled in wherever they fit. They climbed back and forth across the seats, hung out the windows and generally just made a nuisance of themselves. Of course they were hungry. They were always hungry. They were always hungry, always thirsty and always needed to pee. It was all just part of the living thing back then. They were kids and that was all they knew. But any time we had a little time to kill and a little gas in the car we were good. Gas was like 20 cents and the Ford could go 20 miles or more on a gallon of gas, so life was golden. The only thing the old car lacked was an actual floor board on the drivers side. It had a lot of floor, but it was mostly holes. Well, no radio and no heater or windshield wipers, but it ran and that was what mattered. Well, stopping mattered and the brakes worked most of the time. I guess it was a way to get to the B & D Carryout out on fifth street where dinner awaited us.
Now keep in mind that coffee was 20 cents a cup and a hamburger at McDonalds was 19 cents. At B & D Carryout I would purchase 8 hamburgers and French fries. The bottom of the box was covered with French fries and then 8 hamburgers were placed on top of the French fries. Each hamburger had a pickle slice and a squirt of ketchup. That was it. For this I paid $1.00. Try and feed a family of 6 for a dollar today. Not happening. You are probably thinking that those were some damn little hamburgers, but you would be wrong. When a rag tag carload of people are off for an afternoon of fishing and playing in the sand, there is no better meal to be had and the memory of those afternoons will some times pop into my mind at night and make me so homesick I cry.
How I would love to turn back the hands of time and be given another chance at raising my kids. There would have only been one husband and father and there would have been college funds. No home made clothes and no hand me downs. There would have been a bedroom for each kid with a bed and sheets and blankets. There would have been a puppy and kittens. I would have read them stories and taken them for walks in the park. We would have filled the pew at the Presbyterian church on Fourth Street. And there would not have been a B & D Carryout. Of course there would not have been fishing trips either. So would the trade off have made that much difference? Do my kids enjoy life because we went fishing or would they have been better off going to college? It is all irrelevant now. There is no going back, so I guess I will just try to remember it as good times. I am old enough now that I can get my fishing license for $1.00 at Walmarts. I bought a new rod and reel and a new tackle box, but for some reason, they have not been taken out of the shed.
The fishing poles were always in the trunk of the old black Ford. There were no such things back then as car seats so the kids just piled in wherever they fit. They climbed back and forth across the seats, hung out the windows and generally just made a nuisance of themselves. Of course they were hungry. They were always hungry. They were always hungry, always thirsty and always needed to pee. It was all just part of the living thing back then. They were kids and that was all they knew. But any time we had a little time to kill and a little gas in the car we were good. Gas was like 20 cents and the Ford could go 20 miles or more on a gallon of gas, so life was golden. The only thing the old car lacked was an actual floor board on the drivers side. It had a lot of floor, but it was mostly holes. Well, no radio and no heater or windshield wipers, but it ran and that was what mattered. Well, stopping mattered and the brakes worked most of the time. I guess it was a way to get to the B & D Carryout out on fifth street where dinner awaited us.
Now keep in mind that coffee was 20 cents a cup and a hamburger at McDonalds was 19 cents. At B & D Carryout I would purchase 8 hamburgers and French fries. The bottom of the box was covered with French fries and then 8 hamburgers were placed on top of the French fries. Each hamburger had a pickle slice and a squirt of ketchup. That was it. For this I paid $1.00. Try and feed a family of 6 for a dollar today. Not happening. You are probably thinking that those were some damn little hamburgers, but you would be wrong. When a rag tag carload of people are off for an afternoon of fishing and playing in the sand, there is no better meal to be had and the memory of those afternoons will some times pop into my mind at night and make me so homesick I cry.
How I would love to turn back the hands of time and be given another chance at raising my kids. There would have only been one husband and father and there would have been college funds. No home made clothes and no hand me downs. There would have been a bedroom for each kid with a bed and sheets and blankets. There would have been a puppy and kittens. I would have read them stories and taken them for walks in the park. We would have filled the pew at the Presbyterian church on Fourth Street. And there would not have been a B & D Carryout. Of course there would not have been fishing trips either. So would the trade off have made that much difference? Do my kids enjoy life because we went fishing or would they have been better off going to college? It is all irrelevant now. There is no going back, so I guess I will just try to remember it as good times. I am old enough now that I can get my fishing license for $1.00 at Walmarts. I bought a new rod and reel and a new tackle box, but for some reason, they have not been taken out of the shed.
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This made me cry, and laugh,and pine for the "good old days" ... not really. Really there were no good old days. Actually I think these are them. Or they are yet to come. 😁
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