There have been a lot of questions going on in my house from Crawford these days. He says he needs to know how things were back in “the olden days.” You know mama, “back when you were a kid,” he would go on and explain.
My ears blocked out the rest of the conversation because my head started to swirl since I as far as I know I never went to school with a dinosaur or a caveman. So when did the 1970s and 1980s become the olden days.
While I was being thoroughly disgusted by the statement my child was making, so many things bounced around in my head.
Who remembers that the only remote control anybody had was a kid? Mama would tell me to get up to change the channel on the television. Always the adult trumped the kid in what channel that TV was on.
Who remembers actually watching the television as a family? We would look forward to certain programs that we all watched together. It was an event at home not a distraction we used to run from everybody else.
Who remembers when Saturday mornings where sacred because cartoons came on every station until around lunchtime? It was our treat for the week. There weren’t cartoons on all the time so eyeballs opened up early to be able to catch your favorite shows. I watched from the time Scooby Doo began until the black and white Tarzan show was finished. That was my ritual.
This was an awesome thing too for parents because they could sleep late while the kids were all in the den watching TV with a bowl of cereal.
Who remembers telephones that were attached to the wall and had rotary dials so it took a little work to make a phone call? There wasn’t any privacy when talking to your friends and there was usually a time limit or at least a mama yelling at you that you had been on it long enough. I was certainly glad for call waiting when it came out.
How about remembering when we played outside after school and on the weekends until we just HAD to go home? We didn’t really want to go home because there was more to do with our buddies. We rode bikes, skated, played in the water and sang in our tree house. The girls in the neighborhood would even play baseball and kickball with all the boys. It wasn’t a girl-boy thing ... it was being a kid thing.
Memories of a teen, did you rub baby oil on your skin and lemon juice in your hair? We all did it in the summer. We all ended up blistered and the blondes just got blonder. This brunette ended up a bright redhead, which really didn’t flatter the blue eyeliner and metal braces I was sporting. I couldn’t have won a beauty pageant if I had paid someone.
And talking about makeup, oooooh weee!....if the blue eyeliner wasn’t enough, the makeup was equally as heavy and the hair was fluffy, teased, permed and big. Clothes were neon and adorned with puffs and bows. The 1980s theme was the bigger and more colorful the better.
Did your Mama dress you up to go shopping like it was an event? I couldnt wait to wear my cute clothes to go somewhere.
That idea has fallen a long way down, now days when you go shopping you see people in everything from swimming suits to pajamas. When I was a kid we even dressed up to go to the doctor. It didn’t matter how bad you felt, mama made sure your clothes were cute.
Do you remember, when you were little and you stood up in the front seat while your mama was driving? Now days you would get a ticket and buried in the backyard from public ridicule. Sometimes in the bigger cars we would sit down on the hump in the front. Tara and I loved the hump so we would fight over it. It was just the way the world was “back then.”
Even winning a simple T-ball game is diiferent than it used to be. You would leave Bear Pen Park in the back of someone’s pickup after winning. The team would chant and cheer all the way to McDonald’s to eat dinner. We thought we had really done something by winning that game. Little did we know that we just gave our mama’s a reason not to cook that particular night.
We used to take time to read the newspaper or magazine. We used to listen to the Top 40 with Casey Kasem on a slow Sunday afternoon. We used to visit one another even if it was for just a few minutes. We took our time shopping even for groceries. Times then seemed slower. Maybe it was because I remember it through the eyes of a child.
It would be nice to sometimes have that back instead of the constant movement of our days from work, kids and life. I could put down my phone and relax with a glass of sweet tea while listening to the radio instead of rushing here and there to do this and that.