Do I remember poodle skirts? All the girls had one, full circle and made out of black felt. Had to be worn with lots of petticoats all starched and able to stand alone. Adorned with poodles on the front. What a hoot! Guys wore white button down oxford cloth shirts and starched, ironed khaki pants with a buckle on the back between the pockets. All the pants had a sharp ironed in crease. Everyone I knew always had sprinkled clothes in their frig waiting to be ironed.
I worked Monday and Thursday evenings in a clothing store from 5 to 9 p.m. and all day Saturday for the huge sum of $.76 an hour. Guys pumped gas, washed cars or bagged and carried out groceries.
Good memories of the 50s.
Here I am now with one of my granddaughters running the Marathon tomorrow-—it’s her first so we are all on pins and needles.
In the 50s only men ran——and it was actually more fun to watch,now it is so mobbed it’s like a zoo.I stay home,watch it on TV,and can track her route with some GPS thingie that the runners have on their bib number.
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