"Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good ol' days"

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You had a much better job than the typical 13 year old. Minimum wage was $1.00/hour. You either had a very well-paying job or were working a lot of hours. Average income for men in 1956 was about $70 per week.

http://www2.census.gov/prod2/popscan/p60-025.pdf

A brand new Chevy Belair cost $2025 in 1956. A 13 year old able to make enough to buy a new car in a year had one heck of a job.

Your $40 per week in 1956 would be the equivalent of between $400-$500 per week today. I don't know any 13 year olds with that kind of income.
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I had a great job working at the local hardware store, was doing the buying at the age of 14. Had a wonderful owner at the store who was like a second father to me. Even to the extent of visiting me with my folks while I was in the Military.

Never worked for min. wage in my 69 years. Wages have always been good up north here with the RV and Mobil Home industry.

Thinking your numbers may be more than a little off there, as my father was taking home approx. $100 bucks a week working in a factory as production foreman.

Except for the advances in health care the "Good Ol' Days" were VERY GOOD, IMHO.

No wonder we lived so well and Dad had all those properties for rent. He did pretty well for a man with an 8th grade education.
 
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jcwit said:
Thinking your numbers may be more than a little off there, as my father was taking home approx. $100 bucks a week working in a factory as production foreman.

Not my numbers, the US Department of Commerce. Did you bother to look at the link?

http://www2.census.gov/prod2/popscan/p60-025.pdf

But that's the good thing about this country, you're free to believe as you wish whether the data supports your decision or not - you should be a politician!

My father was making $11,000 per year at the time as a data systems manager (literally huge rooms full of real early computers twice the size of a refrigerator). Easy to remember because the brand new house they bought that year cost exactly one year's salary. Doesn't mean that the average was anywhere near that high.

Wasn't that long ago that all of the land in this picture was purchased for $24. Now an apartment will cost you about $1500 per square foot!

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The below pictured house was originally built in 1953 in Uniondale, Long Island, New York (Nassau County). I was 3 years old when my parents moved in during August 1953. My parents were married in '47 following WW II and began saving for a home. Unfortunately Korea came along and my dad was recalled into the Marine Corps slowing things a little. The cost in 1953 was about $11,000 and they needed a $1,000 down payment to make things work.

The house was originally what was called a Cape Cod design and was a single floor two bedroom house with full basement and an attic. There were no dormers as seen on the second floor but as kids came along dad finished the attic but not as seen with dormers. Two bedrooms up and still a single bath. :)

The below photograph was 10/27/2000 but last I saw it, it looked the same.

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Looking at Nassau County today the fair market value of that house is about $300,000 give or take a few bucks. Today the house has a Total Living Area of 1690 SqFt. The neighborhood is not the nice area it was once either. :)

My parents sold in 1966 for I believe was about 25K. The cost of housing in NYC and surrounding suburbs is unbelievable. That house is about 15 / 20 miles from downtown Manhattan. Yeah, those were the days.


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Come here children Grandma wants to tell you something.

A long time ago you could buy real gasoline for 19 cents a gallon. Two dollars in the tank on Friday allowed us to crusie around all weekend. When the guys drove to school their rifles and shotguns would be hanging in the window of their trucks. You could walk through the school parking lot and see student and teachers vehicles with guns in the back window. I know a lot of them even had handguns under the front seat. Heck there wasn't a single boy that didn't carry a pocket knife.

Grandma Q didn't people shoot each other up.

No darling people at that time were different than now. Now off to bed with you before your parents get home. Next time I will tell you about phones tied to the wall and Black and White TV.

Edit. Also Party lines and no it wasn't a dance. Now off to bed with you.
 
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*sigh*

Yes, real gasoline laced with tetaethyl lead. "Muscle cars" with more power than the drivers had sense with little to no safety restraints since the auto makers felt the legal costs would be cheaper than the additions to make the things safe.

As we speak my Father, who one would think is old enough to know better, has a friend of his visiting and they are burning aviation gasoline in my Uncle's ancient Pontiac he calls a "goat." A fiendish piece of machinery capable of "106 in the quarter." (mile)

Up in the attic of my brother's house (the original "homerstead") there is a sign that reads the following:
SCARLET FEVER
These premises under township quarantine NO person shal be allowed to enter, leave or take any article...

It's signed by a physician and dated 1954.

In one of the outbuildings on the homestead is a fiendish looking device that my late uncle told me was a "polio brace."

And the "party line?" When my great grandfather was trampled by a cow one of the neighbors had left the phone off the hook when great grandmother tried to call the doctor. It was only by the grace of God and my Gramp's willingness to drive a strait truck to town at the tender age of 11 that the man survived.

The "old days" are gone. better, worse or a bit of both is irrelevant. The old guys have left my generation an unholy mess to try and correct. Unfortunately, they also brainwashed the majority of my peers to believe this is the perfect society back in the good old days.
 
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Oh how I wish I was there with your father. This old woman loved those muscle cars and the guys that had them. Brings back sweet memories. BTW I also liked to race too. Nothing draws the men in like muscle cars. My dream car was the Super Bird but alas all I could come up with was a used police car with a 383 ci engine with 6 inch cut offs on the exhaust manifold, dual exhaust and dual point distributor and a cam that could rock your world in idle. All those 396 Chevelle SS's had to look at were my tail lights. Those were great days. The only thing I couldn't pass then was a gas station.
 
Ah, yes! The infamous "good-ole-days"!

I'm the 4th of 5 children, the last of the "Baby-Boomers", being born in 1964. I remember:

- Dad raised 5 children on less than $10,000 a year up until the time I was about 16.

- The only air conditioning we had was a window unit, which didn't get installed in the livingroom window until about July each year. I remember summers where we brought mattresses into the livingroom to sleep on at night, while we closed off the livingroom from the rest of the house.

- My older brothers, at times, made more money than Dad did.

- Being a carpenter all his life, Dad built the house we grew up in. How much did that house cost? Under $5,000. Until this year I only ever had one car that I spent over $5,000 for.

- We did ALL the work on our cars. Like head gaskets and timing gears in the unheated garage in the dead of winter. Or an axel or engine change out in Dad's old dump truck. (Interesting historical note here: That same dump truck can be seen in the opening scenes of Hoosiers, when Gene Hackman drives past it as he first enters town.)

- I remember my Grandpa on my Mom's side, who was born in the late 1800's...and his older sister, my Great Aunt Lou-Lou, who was born in the 1870's. Many's the time I recall their stories of how they grew up with nothing like what we had as a kid. The telegraph existed...but wireless telegraphy was just starting and practical radio broadcasting didn't come into being until about 1906...even then, radio's were few and far between, not to mention expensive. And did I mention you needed electricity for it?

- Large families didn't just happen because of "lack of birth control". They happened because they were quite often necessary for the well being and survival of the family itself because of the sheer logistics involved in running the home, not to mention child mortality rates.

- Doctors made house calls because they weren't 5 minutes away from the families that needed them.


And dangerous fruitcakes existed back then, too. There were people my parents kept us away from or monitored while we were around them. There were places and times we weren't allowed to go.

And, historically speaking, every regoin has had it's not-so-proud moments. Plain ole' Indiana where I grew up? Google "Indiana, KKK" sometime if you always thought the KKK was only a southern issue.


Yes, there are plenty of fond days back then, as well, the same types of good memories most people have already cited here.


But whatever time frame people live in, their biggest day-to-day concerns aren't about political ideology or rights. That's just a small slice of the bigger picture, which is simply how to go about living their lives from one day to the next.

Guns and gun control was never a major issue with my parents or grandparents...not because the RKBA was such a huge political issue with them but because so long as it didn't affect their ability to own and use firearms (mainly rifles and shotguns) for hunting and whatever other use they needed them for (like home defense), they didn't care. It was outside their immeidate concern with respect to taking care of themselves and their families.

Well...at least until they got older and started talking about "the good ole' days", anyway.

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My now 9 year old granddaughter came home from school one day and asked my daughter "Mommy, did you ever hear of a band called the Beatles"? My daughter suggested she talk to me.

Then there is that fateful day many of us awake thinking...

Oh my God I have become my father...
or
Oh my God I have become my mother...

Ron
 
My now 9 year old granddaughter came home from school one day and asked my daughter "Mommy, did you ever hear of a band called the Beatles"? My daughter suggested she talk to me.

Then there is that fateful day many of us awake thinking...

Oh my God I have become my father...
or
Oh my God I have become my mother...

Ron

Heh!

So long as I don't wake up thinking...

OMG, I just p**'d the bed...

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Oh how I wish I was there with your father. This old woman loved those muscle cars and the guys that had them. Brings back sweet memories. BTW I also liked to race too. Nothing draws the men in like muscle cars. My dream car was the Super Bird but alas all I could come up with was a used police car with a 383 ci engine with 6 inch cut offs on the exhaust manifold, dual exhaust and dual point distributor and a cam that could rock your world in idle. All those 396 Chevelle SS's had to look at were my tail lights. Those were great days. The only thing I couldn't pass then was a gas station.
Oy vey. :(

That car is an insult to the peace and dignity of a civilized society. To begin with it requires gasoline with at the least a 101 octane rating. Second, it makes otherwise wise and careful men drive like complete idiots. There is a technical term for people that go around "S" curves on a gravel road at 50MPH but since my father raised a lady I cannot use it. Add the fact that by my calculation the fuel economy is somewhere in the area of 6 to 7 miles to a gallon. About the same as the ancient semi-tractor that actually works for it's fuel.

Item last: where is the sense of an vehicle that "cruises" at 85 MPH when the speed limit is 65?????

At the risk of being on the curb of the high road let me state that the three biggest killers of the elderly are cancer, heart disease and forgetting they are no longer 16!
 
As a kid/teenager I never really saw many people shooting handguns but a lot carried a 44mag as a backup when hunting. Anytime we would go to the local sportsmans club most everyone would be shooting a hunting rifle of some sort besides the occasional guy with his Vietnam AK or M16 bring back,they weren't registered and nobody cared,even the local cops. Every kid got a .22 for his 10th bday and at 12 when you could start deer hunting you got a shotgun,opening day of deer season was always a excused absence from school and during turkey season we would toss our shotguns in our trucks in the school parking lot as we were walking through the parking lot into the school and nobody thought twice about it. Custom built gun cabinets were something to be proud of to display your rifles that you worked hard to purchase and it was just common sense that you didn't even think about opening someones cabinet without permission,they usually were focal points in the living room. Even the so called liberal Democrat people usually had a shotgun in a closet and wouldn't have ever thought somebody would have a problem with that. Incase anyone is wondering i'm only 35 so this wasn't very long ago.
 
That car is an insult to the peace and dignity of a civilized society.

Lol, screw the peace and dignity of a civilized society. I wish I lived in those days to see all those cool cars. Always wanted a Road Runner. Better than all the lame tin can econoboxes being made now.

where is the sense of an vehicle that "cruises" at 85 MPH when the speed limit is 65?????

Because there aren't always cops around to enforce the speed limit :evil:. One can ask where is the sense of an AR-15 with a 30 round magazine when most self defense shootings are over after 3 shots?
 
Times have changed, but people were people in 1950 just like they are in 2013. There were always nuts around, but you didn't hear much about them. There were no 24hr news channels on TV and there wasn't even cable TV available for a significant portion of the US population. City folk could usually get at least three channels on TV; that was "cable".

I never even dreamed of owning a handgun when I was in my teens and I was extremely interested in guns. I didn't know anyone with a handgun and there were certainly no handguns tucked under the car seat of the family vehicle. Yes, believe it or not... one car was enough for most people back in the day....

I was in my 20's before I shot my first AR; but of course ARs ddin't arrive until Vietnam. I had absolutely no interest in owning such a rifle. Milsurps were just junk foreign clunkers being dumped in the US for sale. Who would want one even for $15?

Garands were WWII and I associated them with war. Never had an interest in owning a Garand or cabine. How would I feed such weapons? 22 shells were bad enough in cost for someone getting a couple bucks a month allowance.

I easily remember full autos being for sale at regular gun shops. But why would I want such a gun?

Things have changed.

My Dad used to comment that he simply couldn't understand why any normal person would want an AK and go blasting hundreds of rounds trying to cut a tree in half or blasting rocks or big targets/objects on a hillside. To him it was pure waste.

A long time ago you could buy real gasoline for 19 cents a gallon.

I believe that was about the cheapest I have ever seen gas priced. That's where the concept of putting $1 or $2 in the car and going. Now... it's more like $10 minimum unless you are topping off your tank for some reason.

For some reason, I tend to get hit up by people for money. Got approached at a gas station with the guy's car sitting there... big chome wheels and all (aka what I consider a ghetto vehicle or drug dealer vehicle). This one guy tells me he's a vet and need a couple bucks for gas to get home which he claimed was a 100 miles away. I glance at the license plate and it's the local county.... sorry, I have no extra money....
 
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Oy vey. :(

That car is an insult to the peace and dignity of a civilized society. To begin with it requires gasoline with at the least a 101 octane rating. Second, it makes otherwise wise and careful men drive like complete idiots. There is a technical term for people that go around "S" curves on a gravel road at 50MPH but since my father raised a lady I cannot use it. Add the fact that by my calculation the fuel economy is somewhere in the area of 6 to 7 miles to a gallon. About the same as the ancient semi-tractor that actually works for it's fuel.

Item last: where is the sense of an vehicle that "cruises" at 85 MPH when the speed limit is 65?????

At the risk of being on the curb of the high road let me state that the three biggest killers of the elderly are cancer, heart disease and forgetting they are no longer 16!
Haven't driven in Texas have you.
 
Or Wyoming or Montana...

I have to admit when speed limits were raised to the current 65 or 70 mph on the interstates and freeways, they have hit my comfort zone. At 55 mph, I was constantly trying to make better time and hence speeding. I was younger too and it was a "challenge". Now, I seldom exceed 5 mph over the speed limit on freeways/interstate hwys.

I also hate it when people are driving 55, 60, or 65 in the left lane of a freeway when there are lots of people choosing to drive faster. MOVE OVER to the right lane and get comfortable. There is a reason why interstate highways often have a minimum speed limit (safety).
 
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