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Eating in the Fifties

I see the no elbows on the table. Wasn't around in the 50's but even in the 70's my dad would put a fork into mine if they made it on the table.
 
In my family the seating at the dinner table ended up with me next to Dad. Sometimes good and other times bad. Like he would get extra meatballs and tip one onto my plate when Mom wasn't looking. Or my elbow would be on the table and get a fork in it.
 
She would just ask us, " Hey! You like to eat? Keep running your mouth and there wont BE any food going into it."
 
When going with Mom to the IGA you had to watch your ***. If you acted up even a little bit she would drag you to the housewares aisle and snatch a broom handle off the shelf and beat the daylights out of you. Good training because you rarely did it twice. The memory stayed with you.
I only acted up in public once
My dad had the courtesy to drag me outside before the beating.

My child is 2 and has been acting up in public. I'd like to paddle his ***, in today's society where nobody minds their business that wouldn't end well though
 
My Mom would make us go and cut our own switch...
 
Show me a store bought egg that's orange inside and not a runny pale yellow. Big difference in raising animals the old fashioned way.

Bacon that I had on the farm was 2/3 meat, 1/3 fat, not the other way around.

Tomatoes are red with red inside, not pink and white on the inside.

If people knew the difference on a lot of things, they wouldn't buy what's in the stores.
And why is it that when I buy a block of cheese that's aged for 24 months, do I have to eat it within 7 days so it doesn't go off? :poke::D
 
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