–that I didn’t love
I grew up in the 50s and 60s. It was a great time to grow up. Streets were safe and so was my social security number.
Summers were for fun. There weren’t programmed sports so we made our own games and rode bikes until it was too dark.
People sat on front porches and talked to each other (you know face-to-face instead of texting). There were lots of picnics too. All this was great and I miss it all.
However….there are some things I don’t miss at all.
Zit treatments – Oh my God (yes it deserves the full words!) the stuff that masqueraded as zit treatments in my youth made your skin red and flaky. They didn’t work either. So let’s see, do I want to look lumpy, red and flaky or just lumpy and red? There was a brand that “concealed” the bump. In that case your bump would be orange. I don’t know why the manufacturer didn’t think you couldn’t see orange. Prominent bumps came right before a prominent date or party. We have come a long way here.
Face stuff – Eye shadow was neon blue. All makeup turned orange or pink on me. Face cream was Noxzema or Pond’s. Both felt greasy (and increased the zit environment exponentially). There was Vaseline for chapping. Today’s choices are so much better and the formulations are guaranteed (GUARANTEED!) to make you look younger (and lighten your wallet).
Tethered phones you couldn’t carry around – How many hours did you “hang around” waiting for that important phone call. Argh! What a waste of time. Sure you could just take off and do stuff. If you did, you would miss the opportunity for a date or a girlfriend get-together or some other life altering adventure. I’d love to recapture that time and do something valuable (world peace comes to mind)!
Lady products – you know the ones I mean. They felt like a pillow between your legs. Made you look bowlegged. You were sure they were billowing out making for a lumpy silhouette. Mom said to be grateful because she had to use rags when she was a kid. Rags! I can’t even imagine that.
Fabrics – My coats weighed more than I did. I had gray Melton wool coats all through school. Between that and my schoolbag (that was not back-safe, what was my mother thinking?) it’s no wonder I’m short. How could I grow with all that weight hanging on me? (Books were heavier than too.) I bought my first Chesterfield grown-up coat after I got my first job. It was heaven but still wool and scratchy.
Colors – My girlhood wardrobe consisted of navy blue jumpers with white blouses and penny loafers with some “good church clothes” and play dungarees (that’s what jeans were called back then). If I was lucky, my church clothes would be pretty colors but nothing like what you see for kids today. It’s no wonder that half of my current wardrobe is purple and the other half is hot pink. I was deprived of color as a child. (Perhaps I need therapy?)
Speaking of clothing my first ski outfit make me look like the Michelin tire guy. If I fell over, I was done. It took three people to get me up.
I’m not complaining. I had a great childhood. It was just different from kids growing up today. Not better or worse, just different.
Even without the better zit cream (which I know would have changed my life) I’m glad I grew up when I did.
How about you?