Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Remembering the Fifties..

Well memories of the 50's , for many of us they can be different but some things never change like getting a black and white TV with a couple of channels to enjoy and of course the bunny ears to get as clear a picture as you could.  Black and white photo's which you waited for the roll to finish to take to store to develop and you had no idea of what you took or how it turned out till you got pictures back.

I was born in the 50's, lived in a great neighbourhood where you knew everyone. Went to a catholic school with the same kids you seen at church every week and told the same sins at confession. Never went to church without something on your head and looked forward to the movies in church basement every Sunday and dances on Friday night and for the grown ups of course bingo night. 

Taking a break from blogging for awhile.... may do only a couple a week till  at least December.











Foods in the fifties


Curry was a surname.  
 

A takeaway was a mathematical problem.  
 
A pizza was something to do with a leaning tower.  
 
All potato chips were plain; the only choice we had was whether to put the salt on or not. 
 
Rice was only eaten as a milk pudding.
A Big Mac was what we wore when it was raining.
 
Brown bread was something only poor people ate.
 
Oil was for lubricating, fat was for cooking.   

 
Tea was made in a teapot using tea leaves and never green.
 
Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold. Cubed sugar was regarded as posh.  

 
Fish didn't have fingers in those days. 


Eating raw fish was called poverty, not sushi.
 
None of us had ever heard of yoghurt.
 
Healthy food consisted of anything edible.
 
People who didn't peel potatoes were regarded as lazy.
 
Indian restaurants were only found in India.  

 
Cooking outside was called camping.
 
Seaweed was not a recognised food.
 
"Kebab" was not even a word, never mind a food. 

 
Prunes were medicinal.
 
Surprisingly, muesli was readily available, it was called cattle feed.
 
Water came out of the tap.
If someone had suggested bottling it and charging more than petrol for it, they would have become a laughing stock!!
 
The one thing that we never ever had on our table in the fifties ......
"Elbows Or Phones.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Mom's favorite book....



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