Life at the Gas Station in 1940s… Road tripping America in 1950s…
Though I was born at the start of the sixties, I remember many of the scenes, cars, and lifestyles of those three decades. Ah, how simple and beautiful everything was then. I can remember taking pleasure in the way women dressed, their hairstyles, and makeup, as well as how mannered the majority of people were back then.
I miss being able to walk down the street and tell ALL women from men by their dress and behavior. Even shorter hair styles were still uniquely feminine, and though errant behavior existed, it was kept, for the most part, out of the public eye. It was a time just like Edith and Archie sang about in “Those Were the Days”.
We, as kids, left the house each summer morning to wander about our neighborhoods until just before dark. The sound of the screen door latching behind us signified our independence but sent a clear “entertain yourselves, maybe learn something, but stay out of trouble until dinner” message, that never even evoked a passing thought of safety or security, as that was a given.
It was also the time when ANY adult was an authority figure who wielded the power to instruct and discipline for the common good of society, and due respect was always given whether you knew them or not. And women in general, but especially ladies, were never disrespected in public as the immediate consequential punishment was usually severe.
Yes, Those WERE the Days, and I miss them terribly. Thank you for the long lost memories of my youth, which now give me comfort and a renewed zest, but also the assurance that our moral compass was, and is, always zeroed to what is righteous and just.
Be strong and live faithfully, always abiding by our God given and parentally reinforced values and beliefs Patriots! We, as the side of Good, WILL prevail in the end!!
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