I’m one of those that was a teenager in the fifties, The only word to use is, life back then was nifty.
It’s hard for me to say this about life as it is today, You older ones will understand, it’s in complete decay.
My dresses were all homemade and filled with starch galore, After my mama ironed them, they stood by themselves on the kitchen floor.
My shoes were black paten leather, and oxfords of white and brown, Only two pair I had, one for school, the other for church and going into town.
Our games at school were jumping rope, kick ball, and playing with trading cards, Our jobs at home were setting tables, washing and drying dishes, and raking leaves in the yards.
We carried our lunch boxes and our school bags, and we rode our bikes to school, We never sassed our teachers and we lived by the golden rule
In summer empty lots were made into baseball fields by the neighborhood boys, The sidewalks were blocked by hop scotch and roller skates and jacks for the girls toys.
Always in your pocket you carried a dime, listening for the ice cream trucks bell, Never did you go home after dark, after the street lights came on, for surly you’d catch hell.
Eileen M. Clark 2017