Beach girl
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Old thread but a fun one. I've got clothes in my closet older than some of you guys!
Reba and I had very similar experiences. I was born in 1950. My dad joked that it would always be easy for me to remember how old I was, born at the mid-century mark.
I remember Winky Dink Saturday morning cartoons. Kids could send away for a piece of plastic to put on the tv screen, and with a special crayon you could draw missing pieces of the cartoon, like wheels on a wagon or a hat on Winky Dink's head or something. Worked like a dry-erase board, sort of.
We used to ride our bikes or roller skate all over the place. My friends and I could ride our bikes to a drugstore a couple miles away to buy comic books, and sometimes play in the park across the street from the drugstore. No problem, just had to be home by a certain time.
Also we could go to the movies and stay for a second or even a third showing if we wanted to. Movies cost 30 cents for kids, and then the price went up to 60 cents.
Like Reba, my school had a dress code when I was in elementary school. Girls were not allowed to wear pants. In the winter, we could wear snow pants, which we tucked our skirts into, but when we got to school we had to take the snow pants off so in class, we were in skirts and sweaters, and knee-high stockings, usually. This was in Michigan, so winters were serious business!
I was in 8th grade when Kennedy was shot. I happened to have the same teacher for social studies in the morning and for math in the afternoon. In our morning social studies class, we were studying American government. Our teacher talked about the line of succession, from the President to the Vice-President to the Speaker of the House and so on. Just an academic exercise.
Then in the afternoon in math class with this same teacher. We were going over some basic algebra principles when the teacher was called out of the class. Very unusual. He came back in and was white as a sheet. He said "Class, you must not panic. I'm very sorry to tell you that President Kennedy has been shot."
WHAT???? Unbelievable. One boy said "The Russians did it!" Most of us just sat and stared at the teacher in disbelief.
Reba and I had very similar experiences. I was born in 1950. My dad joked that it would always be easy for me to remember how old I was, born at the mid-century mark.
I remember Winky Dink Saturday morning cartoons. Kids could send away for a piece of plastic to put on the tv screen, and with a special crayon you could draw missing pieces of the cartoon, like wheels on a wagon or a hat on Winky Dink's head or something. Worked like a dry-erase board, sort of.
We used to ride our bikes or roller skate all over the place. My friends and I could ride our bikes to a drugstore a couple miles away to buy comic books, and sometimes play in the park across the street from the drugstore. No problem, just had to be home by a certain time.
Also we could go to the movies and stay for a second or even a third showing if we wanted to. Movies cost 30 cents for kids, and then the price went up to 60 cents.
Like Reba, my school had a dress code when I was in elementary school. Girls were not allowed to wear pants. In the winter, we could wear snow pants, which we tucked our skirts into, but when we got to school we had to take the snow pants off so in class, we were in skirts and sweaters, and knee-high stockings, usually. This was in Michigan, so winters were serious business!
I was in 8th grade when Kennedy was shot. I happened to have the same teacher for social studies in the morning and for math in the afternoon. In our morning social studies class, we were studying American government. Our teacher talked about the line of succession, from the President to the Vice-President to the Speaker of the House and so on. Just an academic exercise.
Then in the afternoon in math class with this same teacher. We were going over some basic algebra principles when the teacher was called out of the class. Very unusual. He came back in and was white as a sheet. He said "Class, you must not panic. I'm very sorry to tell you that President Kennedy has been shot."
WHAT???? Unbelievable. One boy said "The Russians did it!" Most of us just sat and stared at the teacher in disbelief.