High: 85°F ~ Low: 67°F
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
After the Depression yearsPosted Thursday, December 20, 2012, at 2:49 PM
By ELLIE BUTTERFIELD
When we tell young people today about our growing up years during the early years after the Great Depression they can't believe it.
What? You didn't have TV's? You didn't have cell phones, computers, iPads, your own car? How in the world did you survive? What did you do for entertainment?
They actually feel sorry for us.
We can tell them what we did and how we got along just fine. We had imaginations. We had fun, we had friends, we danced and sang in the sunshine at the Indian Foothills swimming pool
We had snow ball fights at the Indian Bathtub. We had parties at the Teen Age Club. We cheered at our high school football and basketball games, we roller skated around the town square, we had ice cream socials around the courthouse while the band played. In other words, we had fun.
We didn't spend our days alone in front of a computer playing games. We spent our days with friends having fun.
Our boyfriends drove Model T cars that they painted any way they wanted, or borrowed the family car for special occasions like the Prom or Rainbow Dances on the roof at Indian Foothills Park.
Or, many times our boyfriends folks would take us to the dance or parties and pick us up after.
When you called your girlfriends (you could never call your boyfriend, they had to call you) the operator would come on line and say, "Number, please." I would say, "Number 23." That was the number to my friend Nancy's house. Our phone number was 28.
To keep warm on the walk (yes, we walked to school) we wore galoshes (that's rubber boots) warm coats and fascinators, (that's a long scarf we wrapped around out heads, neck and face)
We couldn't wear slacks or jeans to school, being the proper young ladies we were, but we wore them under our skirts and put them in our locker when we got to school.
We brushed our long hair in a pony tail, wrapped a scarf or a ribbon around it, put on our pearls and penny loafers and we were so cool.
We were never bored, and you never heard the words "depressed" or "obese."
We walked every where we wanted to go or rode our bikes, swam all day, played tennis and could eat whatever we wanted.
We had chores, like it or not. We didn't swear or even knew any dirty words, well, except, "You dirty rat!" The major insult.
We respected our teachers and each other. You were kind to your friends, you didn't make fun of anyone, you never thought about bullying. We never heard of the word terrorist. The only drills we had were fire drills. You never thought to be afraid or taught how to hide in a closet and be very still as there was danger. You never dreamed of someone coming into your school that you had to fear.
Those were hard times for our parents, but as kids, we weren't aware of it. We had good food, a safe home, friends, and I guess didn't know any better. Much the wiser we were in our not depression times, but our Good Times.
Let us pray for the good times of those carefree days where we were all safe.
About the fallen angels and their brave teachers: Jesus loves them, this we know.
- Blog RSS feed
- Comments RSS feed
- Send email to Saline Countians, past and present
Various members of the community, current or past residents, occasionally submit essays recalling the people, places and events of the past. We'll post them here. Also, reminisces sometimes emerge in other web forums. This will be a place those conversations can continue.
Hot topicsMarshall mentors musicians: How local businessmen helped Mike Henderson start on the road to success in music and art
(3 ~ 7:05 PM, Jun 12)
Take me out to the ballgame
Memory Lane in Marshall is spelled N-o-c-t-u-a
The Green, Green Grass of Home