Almost forgot. Til I got to high school I never heard of eating dinner at suppertime. Dinner was our midday meal, supper was evening, leav it to those city folks to screw that up. I'd never heard the term latchkey kids either, they had no parents home when school got out, mothers were working. I only knew of one mother in our town that worked outside the home. Her husband was a drunk so she had no choice but to work. Never knew of anybody being on welfare, except one family, and there was no such thing as food stamps. Our moms all cut our hair, never went to a barber. Went to school with some really poor kids. They always brought the same lunch. Homemade bread with home made butter and jelly. Last day of school we had a cookout, they wouldn't eat even a hot dog. They saw that as charity and their family would have none of that. They grew up to be fine upstanding adults. POWDERMAN.
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OHHH Powderman.. You just brought back memories..especially with the dinner/supper conundrum !
So many similar memories..except Dad cut our hair, with one of those old "hand-squeeze" clippers (they sure did pinch & pull). Same attitude toward welfare..due to "tough breaks" (illness, sudden death & a polio death) we were probably foir a few years, the poorest family in our neighborhood, way below today's poverty level. We weren't aware of it though, because most of our neighborhood friends were little better off financially.
The beauty was that nobody stooped for welfare..and we all maintained high moral values..
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Memory lane.. The 7 oz classic Coke bottles had the address of the local bottler, cast into the glass bottom. Most areas were of course dominated by the name of the local coke bottler. On the Army post though, due to the transient nature of the job..tyhe Coke machine might dispense a bottle from anywhere in the US and sometimes foreign countries... During a break, We often played a game where the one who got the furthest bottle..covered the cost of all.
I recall being a young trooper in Ft Knox (1955) and getting a bottle dispensed which I upended and read.."Havre de Grace"..Thought for a moment I had a bottle from France...soon found out it is in Maryland..