Remember when we were kids in the 1950's? Sometimes it seems like everyone makes fun of our childhood! Comedians joke. Grandkids snicker. Twenty-somethings shudder and say "Eeeeew!" But was our childhood really all that bad? Judge for yourself:  

In 1953 the US population was less than 150 million... Yet you knew more people then, and knew them better...And that was good.

The avaerage annual salary was under $3,000... Yet our parents could put some of it away for a rainy day and still live a decent life......And that was good.

A loaf of bread cost about 15 cents...But it was safe for a 5 year old to ride their bike to the store and buy one...And that was good.

Prime-time meant I Love Lucy, Ozzie & Harriet, Gunsmoke and Lassie... So nobody ever heard of ratings or filters...And that was good.

We didn't have air-conditioning...So the windows stayed up and half a dozen mother ran outside when you fell off your bike...And that was good.

Your teacher was eithe Miss Matthews or Mrs. Logan or Mr. Adkins...But not Ms. Becky or Mr. Dan...And that was good.

The only hazardous material you knew about...Was a patch of grassburrs around the light pole at the corner...And that was good.

You loved to climb into a fresh bed...Because sheets were dried on the clothesline...And that was good.

People generally lived in the same hometown as their relatives...So "childcare" meant grandparents or aunts and uncles...And that was good.

Parents were respected and their rules were law...Children did not talk back...And that was good.

TV was in black and white...But all the outdoors was in glorious color...And that certainly was good.

Your Dad knew how to adjust everybody's carburator...And the dad next door knew how to adjust all the TV knobs...And that was very good.

Your grandma grew snap beans in the backyard...And chickens behind the garage...And that was definitely good.

And just about when you were about to do something really bad...Chances were you'd run into your Dad's high school coach...Or the nosy old lady from up the street...Or your little sister's piano teacher...Or somebody from Church...ALL of whom knew your parent's number...And YOUR first name...And even that was good!

REMEMBER......