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Gosh! It sounds like we could have been sisters. My father added a bedroom, a dining room and an enclosed back porch for my mother to do laundry (wringer washer/wash tub for rinsing) and a clothes line out back. My daddy bought her an automatic washer and dryer and she REFUSED to use it. So he took it back. I guess that's where I get my (stick with the old ways) attitude. If it works great; why change it.
My daddy bought a lot of things from Western Auto. He had a (charge account) no credit cards then; at Western Auto, Mongomery Wards, Firestone, a family owned Grocery Store GOFFS and a furniture store KEACHS here in town when we needed new mattresses, stove and such. This way if we needed something and he didn't have cash at hand, he would charge it. Most times he paid for our school clothes up front, but there were a few times he would charge our clothes at Montgomery Ward.
My father once worked in Louisville KY where he would leave out at about 4 AM on a Monday and would be gone until about 5 PM on Friday night. He would stay on the so-called (railroad camp cars) during the week. This is why he kept an account at the Grocery Store. All my mother had to do was call GOFF's up and they would deliver the groceries to our house. With a lot of kids/ she quit driving after me; we needed a lot of milk for the little ones, so my daddy knew when he was gone every week that she would have to be able to supply milk.
I remember on his paydays/ he got paid every 2 weeks, that he would sit at that black walnut (did I say Oak before? If I did, I meant walnut) table and figure out his bills. He tabulated everything by pencil and paper, unlike we do today. He would probably not have used a calculator if we had of had them then. He too was a simple man.
Mom drove mainly because Daddy was in the Navy reserves and was called back up for Korea when I was a baby so she learned to drive. When I was about five, Daddy got her this monster station wagon for kid hauling and ended up taking it back to the dealership because it got about five miles per gallon. Even at 1950s prices, that was awful. LOL That thing must have had one heck of an engine.
Mom loved the good old days, but she grew up on a tobacco farm with no running water or electricity, so you would have had to pry her modern appliances out of her cold dead hand.
Daddy was like a human calculator. He could do any math you could think of in his head, never on paper. One gene I missed that I wish I had instead of his arthritic feet and spine. Thanks, Daddy. sigh
My parents never had a credit card, even paid cash for things like new cars.
It sounds like your mom was a great lady. Instead of learning, my mom gave it up. She used to drive all over Louisville Ky until she had another baby after me. Then I guess us crying kids made her nervous. I do remember occassionally she would drive through the cow fields where her mother lived. They would have gates to keep the cows in; so my father would get out and open the gate and have my mom drive through it while he closed the gate. I always stood on the hump in the back floorboard 1952 Chevy car/ and she would dump the clutch and throw me in the floorboard. Haha That was the limit of her driving days.
Sorry about your arthritis. I have one hand/ my left/ that hurts badly from time to time. I guess we can't help who we inherit things from.
My daddy bought our house in 1958 plus his first new car/ a Plymouth that looks just like Christine the car in the movie. My oldest brother who just died in February was born the same year. Child number 3. I came after him. So my homelife was set when I was born. I don't know how he paid for it, but I'm sure he made payments buying 2 major items the same year. He and Momma, and my 2 older sisters moved from Louisville to where I presently live. So Daddy must have made a bit better money in Louisville, because he would spend the week there and drive home for weekends as far back as I can remember.
I love chatting with you about old times. It's good to reminisce. I will be gone all day as I am leaving in an hour so I will be back on tomorrow if the good Lord is willing. Have a blessed day.
Hope you're having a good day, Mary. Mom was really something. Nothing slowed her down, not even a stroke. She had so much energy and loved to laugh and tell stories. And sing - we had an intercom radio Daddy put in for her so her country music station could follow her, volume at full blast, wherever she went from room to room, singing along to Hank Williams or Ernest Tubb. She also sang in the choir at church but sang more with the radio. When she was a girl, she and two of her sisters would sing on the front porch of their house loud enough for the people at the farm next to theirs to hear them. One sister taught herself to play a guitar.
How she met my father - she and one of her sisters had moved to my hometown to live with their oldest, married sister. They worked at the little family owned department store in town and worked as waitresses at a juke joint in another town nearby. Daddy came in to have a beer after work and another guy from our town came in too. This guy kept spilling beer on the counter and Mama finally told him if he didn't stop she was going to wash his face with the beer soaked rag. I think Daddy, who was very quiet and shy, liked her feistiness.