As most of you know I have lived in the same little town all of my life. I was talking with a friend a few weeks back, recalling some of my memories growing up here. She said you should blog about that, telling all the details. So I thought I would share some of my memories of life in a small town through the eyes of a child, teen and now as an adult.
I was born in 1953 so we were still in the era of where most all of the stores were located next to each other on either side of Main Street (down Town).
In my home as with most of our neighbors there was much excitement on Saturday . We would spend the day preparing for Sunday and church. There were baths to be gotten (there were 3 adults and 4 children in our home) some food preparations for Sunday. Also supper to cook after which
we all got ready to go to town.
Oh what fun this was. We were given a quarter(.25) to spend any way we wanted. The Dads would park their cars on either side of the street. Then most of them gathered in the Barber shop. Some for haircuts, most just to talk.
Now the Moms would set in the cars. You see most of them had washed their hair for church and had "rolled" it up. There they sat in their dusters with their hair in rollers. Some would move from car to car "visiting".
Us kids would be given free rein to run up and down the street, choosing where we would spend our money. This was in the carefree days when the parents all watched after all the children and it was safe to let us roam up and down the street as long as we kept in "sight".
There were so many choices to make. Did we want a hot dog and coke from the drug store. Popcorn from the dime store, or penny candy from the grocery stores??? So many choices for .25.
When the Dads tired of talking back into the car we would all pile and head home.
To Be Continued..........