Remember 1957

Fender Skirts and other great words

I came across this phrase in a book yesterday "FENDER SKIRTS". A term I haven't heard in a long time and thinking about "fender skirts" started me thinking about other words that quietly disappear from our language with hardly a notice.

 

Like "curb feelers" and "steering knobs a.k.a. necking knobs."  Since I'd been thinking of cars, my mind naturally went that direction first.  Any kids will probably have to find some elderly person over 50 to explain some of these terms to you.

 

Remember "Continental kits?"  They were rear bumper extenders and spare tire covers that were supposed to make any car as cool as a Lincoln Continental.

 

When did we quit calling them "emergency brakes?"  At some point "parking brake" became the proper term. But I miss the hint of drama that went with emergency brake."

 

I'm sad, too, that almost all the old folks are gone who would call the accelerator the "foot feed"

 

Didn't you ever wait at the street for your daddy to come home, so you could ride the "running board" up to the house?

 

Here's a phrase I heard all the time in my youth but never anymore - store-bought." Of course, just about everything is store-bought these days.  But once it was bragging material to have a store-bought dress or a store-bought bag of candy.

 

"Coast to coast" is a phrase that once held all sorts of excitement and now means almost nothing. Now we take the term "world wide" for granted. This floors me.

 

On a smaller scale, "wall-to-wall" was once a magical term in our homes.  In the '50s, everyone covered his or her hardwood floors with, wow, wall-to-wall carpeting! Today, everyone replaces their wall-to-wall carpeting with hardwood floors. Go figure.

 

When's the last time you heard the quaint phrase "in a family way?"  It's hard to imagine that the word "pregnant" was once considered a little too graphic, a little too clinical for use in polite company. So we had all that talk about stork visits and "being in a family way" or simply "expecting."

 

Apparently "brassiere" is a word no longer in usage.  I said it the other day and my daughter cracked up.  I guess it's just "bra" now "Unmentionables" probably wouldn't be understood at all.

 

I always loved going to the "picture show," but I considered "movie" an affectation.

 

Most of these words go back to the '50s, but here's a pure-'60s word I came across the other day - "rat fink." Ooh, what a nasty put-down!

 

Here's a word I miss - "percolator."  That was just a fun word to say.  And what was it replaced with?  "Coffee maker." How dull. Mr. Coffee, I blame you for this.

 

I miss those made-up marketing words that were meant to sound so modern and now sound so retro.  Words like "DynaFlow" and "Electrolux." Introducing the 1963 Admiral TV, now with "SpectraVision!"

 

Food for thought - Was there a telethon that wiped out lumbago?  Nobody complains of that anymore.  Maybe that's what castor oil cured, because I never hear mothers threatening kids with castor oil anymore.

 

Some words aren't gone, but are definitely on the endangered list.  The one that grieves me most is "supper."  Now everybody says "dinner."  Save a great word. Invite someone to supper. Discuss fender skirts.

 

 

The following comments were made in the year 1957:

(1) "I'll tell you one thing, if things keep going the way they are, its going to be impossible to buy a weeks groceries for $20.00."
 
(2) "Have you seen the new cars coming out next year? It won't be long when $5,000 will only buy a used one."
 
(3) "If cigarettes keep going up in price, I'm going to quit. A quarter a pack is ridiculous."
 
(4) "Did you hear the post office is thinking about charging a dime just to mail a letter?"
 
(5) "If they raise the minimum wage to $1, nobody will be able to hire outside help at the store."
 
(6) "When I first started driving, who would have thought gas would someday cost 29 cents a gallon. Guess we'd be better off leaving the car in the garage,"
 
(7) "Kids today are impossible. Those ducktail hair cuts make it impossible to stay groomed. Next thing you know, boys will be wearing their hair as long as the girls,"
 
(8) "I'm afraid to send my kids to the movies any more. Ever since they let Clark Gable get by with saying damn in "Gone With The Wind", it seems every new movie has either hell or damn in it."
 
(9) "I read the other day where some scientist thinks it's possible to put a man on the moon by the end of the century. They even have some fellows they call astronauts preparing for it down in Texas."
 
(10) "Did you see where some baseball player just signed a contract for $75,000 a year just to play ball? It wouldn't surprise me if someday that they will be making more than the President."
 
(11)  "I never thought I'd see the day all our kitchen appliances would be electric. They are even making electric typewriters now"
 
(12) "It's too bad things are so tough nowadays. I see where a few married women are having to work to make ends meet."
 
(13) "It won't be long before young couples are going to have to hire someone to watch their kids so they can both work."
 
 
(15) "I'm just afraid the Volkswagen car is going to open the door to a whole lot of foreign business."
 
(16) "Thank goodness I won't live to see the day when the Government takes half our income in taxes.. I sometimes wonder if we are electing the best people to Congress."
 
(17) "The drive-in restaurant is convenient in nice weather, but I seriously doubt they will ever catch on."
 

(18)  "I guess taking a vacation is out of the question now days. It costs nearly $15.00 a night to stay in a hotel"
 
(19) "No one can afford to be sick any more, $35.00 a day in the hospital is too rich for my blood."
 
 

What Was MY Mom Thinking??
contributed by Jan (Blevins) Blair



My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting
board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food
poisoning.


My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw
sometimes too, our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown
paper bag not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember getting ecoli?


Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a
pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.


The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a
pager was the school PA system.


We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high
top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes
with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any
injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we
are now.


Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be
much harder than gym.


Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson, and provided comic
relief by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and
hitting the wet spot. How much better off would we be today if we only knew
we could have sued the school system.


Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem and
staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We
must have had horribly damaged psyches.


I can't understand it. Schools didn't offer 14 year olds an abortion or
condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they did give us
a couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the sniffles.


What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore
a hat and everything.


I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed
to be proud of myself.


I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station,
Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.


I must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize through the denial
of the dangers could have befallen us as we trekked off each day about a
mile down the road to some guy's vacant lot, built forts out of branches and
pieces of plywood, made trails, and fought over who got to be the Lone
Ranger. What was that property owner thinking, letting us play on that lot?
He should have been locked up for not putting up a fence around the
property, complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm.


Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that
bee sting? I could have been killed!


We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction
sites and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48 cent bottle of
Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did)
and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room,
followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then Mom calls
the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of
gravel where it was such a threat.


We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got
our butt spanked (physical abuse) here too and then we got butt spanked
again when we got home.


Mom invited the door to door salesman inside for coffee, kids choked down
the dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks (Remember
why Tonka trucks were made tough. it wasn't so that they could take the
rough Berber in the family room), and Dad drove a car with leaded gas.


Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play and I am sure that
I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on two week
vacations. I should probably sue the folks now for the danger they put us in
when we all slept in campgrounds in the family tent


Summers were spent behind the push lawn mower and I didn't even know that
mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an automatic
blade-stop or an auto-drive. How sick were my parents? Of course my parents
weren't the only psychos. I recall Donny Reynolds from next-door coming over
and doing his tricks on the front stoop just before he fell off. Little did
his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead she picked him up
and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.


To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were
from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that? We
needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes?



We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even
notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever
survive?


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