And, we nurses just laughed and laughed at that one, Gloria. Now today, try to find a nurse wearing white. lol.
I know Lois...my mum was born in the 30's.. my dad in the 20's ..my grandparents at the end of the century before last ( late 1800's )...ooh I'd love to have seen some of what went on, but there was also abject poverty and disease too
My ex-husband's grandfather was born in 1888. He was 15 when the Wright brothers flew their plane at Kitty Hawk, and 81 when Neil Armstrong stepped onto the moon. He died in 1988, 5 months before his 100th birthday. The progress made in his lifetime! He remained self-sufficient as a widower and lived alone until his death, writing and self-publishing a book about his life in the early 1980's. He was active, and took each of his 9 grandchildren to Europe as they graduated from high school. (One year it was three teenage girls. ) He was an interesting man, well-spoken and happy to share stories of "back in the day." One of my favorite stories was of the Galveston hurricane of 1900. At that time, his family lived in nearby Angleton, where his father was a doctor. I wish he was still around today; I'd love to hear more about how things used to be.
OK, I'll add one story I loved... when he was a teenager, he and his friends would sit on the curb at the streetcar stop downtown. They hoped to get a glance of a young woman's ankle as she stepped down from the trolley.
My mum used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread butter on bread on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.Our school sandwiches were wrapped in waxpaper in a brown paper bag, not in ice pack coolers, but I can'tremember gettingeColi.
We played "King of the Castle" on piles of dirt or gravelleft on vacant building sites and when we got hurt, mum pulled out the 2/6p bottle of iodine and then we got our backside spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10 day dose of antibiotics and then mum calls the lawyer to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel.
Back in my day, the single, most-said thing on the telephone wasn't, "Say that again, you just cut out!"
In my day a pick up truck. was more than transportation. You slept in the bed of the truck on the way to grannys house- while dad drove. It was great place to be at the drive in and watch the movie. Or you played on the playground under the movie screen, while the folks sat in the bed on lawn chairs. Teenage boys loved trucks, throw a mattress in back...rolling motel.
@Gloria Mitchell When you talk about pickup trucks and people riding in the back that is still normal in the DR the police will load up all their prisoner in the back of a pickup to take then to jail. Maybe that is why I like it here it is like jumping back 50 years.