Well, it's happened. As of yesterday, we are now paying $3.01 per gallon at our local WAWA.
Why - I can remember..... (Oh, Lord! There she goes, reminiscing again!) when I'd go for a ride with Daddy, and he'd pull into the gas station. The pump was a funny thing with a big lollipop-looking thing on top that proudly proclaimed the price - 25c. Of course, those were the days of the penny postcard and the three cent stamp.
After my parents divorced, Dad gave my mother the princely sum of $100 a month child support, until I turned eighteen. No alimony. My mother was too proud. She was also virtually unemployable, being deaf, and with only a grade school education. Our rent was $80 a month. She worked in a laundry to supplement the child support. How on earth did she do it?
For one thing, kids didn't need $100 sneakers then, and none of us had cell phones or computers. In late August, Mom would take me shopping for school clothes. I'd get a pair of shoes, a winter coat, three blouses, three sweaters and a couple of skirts. That was it. And I was happy with it.
I don't remember ever being hungry. There was always bread (25 cents a loaf), and milk, and eggs, and peanutbutter. And we ate an awful (and I do mean AWFUL!) lot of tapioca pudding.
My father even gave me an allowance. A quarter a week. It was enough. Movies cost ten cents for the Saturday matinee, until the dreadful day when the government added a penny tax.
What do kids get today for a high school graduation gift? My mother made me a dress. My father gave me my first watch. No - that's a lie, because I did have a Mickey Mouse wrist watch at some point earlier.
Enough of this! I'm starting to feel like Granny, repeating herself, telling stories of the good old days.
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Friday, March 21, 2008
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Hello! I enjoy the stories of the good old days. It make us realize how good we have it today. I was just telling my boss that I enjoy, when watching old TV shows or movies, looking at the gas prices. Maybe one reason is because my dad had a gas station. Anyway, I was watching "Die Hard" the other night and the price of gas was 74 cents.
For my graduation gift, I got a dozen roses and a kiss from my dad. Best gift ever. Lisa
Good morning! I always think of my Mom when I remember back the way it used to be. When I was first old enough to drive, we were paying about 28 cents a gallon for gas. We've been paying in the $3.30's for weeks here now. Some of the prices we pay for things now are crazy, but some of the things we buy are crazy, too. :)
I enjoy reminiscing with you, Bobbie. I remember 25 cent gas too, and 15 cent bread. We had tapioca once in a while and I loved it - still do.
Bobbie: I expect the price of gas is pretty shocking to you but, at a very rough guess, we pay at least twice that for petrol. With prices soaring everywhere for everything and no sign of a pay rise for us low-paid workers (once I'm off the sickness benefit!), I really don't know how our family is going to manage.
Reminisence is a wonderful thing. I'm very prone to it myself but nostalgia ain't what it used to be! ;)
I loved those gas pumps that looked like lollipops and I thought it was terribly glamorous to own a car, not all of us did!
Now my nieces get cars for their birthday!
I'm sort of jealous that you remember times when movies were ten cents! And that you received a handmade dress for graduation and it was "enough." There are these freakish shows now glorifying parents spending HUNDREDS of thousands of dollars on their kids' 16th birthday parties. What a waste. I mean . . . wouldn't the rest of your life seem kind of like a letdown after that? Why isn't the homemade dress ever enough anymore?
Oh, and your gas is way cheaper than mine at $3.46 a gallon!
"Why - I can remember..... (Oh, Lord! There she goes, reminiscing again!)"
I love your reminiscing! And after reading them I often find myself doing the same throughout the remainder of the day.
Every time we go to the gas station, by husband says " iremember when gas was 39cents a gallon" I tell him, sure so do I but we only made 90cents an hour in salary! Our gas is now well over three dollars a gallon and we have cut down on some of our traveling around town or use my car only because it has better gas milage. Love your posts! I remember a lot of the same things you do and it brings back fond memories.
awwww... i wish it wouldn't have ended there! i wanted more childhood stories. you're a terrific writer, and i get to know more about you all at the same time. so, if you're worried, you're definitely not boring me! keep the stories flowing. please. :)
Hi Bobbie! Thanks for visiting my blog. I LOVE reading the reminiscing stories. Do tell another sometime! I mean, I'm not *that* old and I remember 8 cent stamps and typewriters with RIBBONS in them. And rotary phones!
love your reminiscing. I graduated from high school in India, and there was no concept of a graduation gift :)
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