Eating in the Fifties ... Thx Paul C!

 EATING IN THE FIFTIES

  

       AMEN TO THAT. 

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> EATING IN THE FIFTIES
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> * Pasta had not been invented. It was macaroni or spaghetti.\
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> * Curry was a surname.
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> * Taco? Never saw one till I was 15.
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> * Pizza? Sounds like a leaning tower somewhere.
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> * Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time.
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> * All chips were plain.
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> * Oil was for lubricating, fat was for cooking .
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> * Tea was made in a teapot using tea leaves and never green.
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> * Cubed sugar was regarded as posh.
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> * Chickens didn't have fingers in those days.
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> * None of us had ever heard of yogurt.
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> * Healthy food consisted of anything edible!
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> * Cooking outside was called camping.
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> * Seaweed was not a recognized food.
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> * 'Kebab' was not even a word, never mind a food.
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> * Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days and was regarded as being
> white gold.
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> * Prunes were medicinal and stewed.
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> * Surprisingly Muesli was readily available. It was called cattle feed.
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> * Pineapples came in chunks or were round with a hole in the middle, in
> a tin. We had only ever seen a picture of a real one.
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> * Water came out of the tap. If someone had suggested bottling it and
> charging more than gasoline for it, they would have become a laughing
> stock.
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> * There were three things that we never ever had on/at our table in the
> fifties .. elbows, hats and cell phones!
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> .........and you always had two choices for each meal...
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> "Take it" or "Leave it"[Image removed by sender. :-D]

  > : Where did the time go. Gone are the days when we were the Best Generation !!!

Fifties People ... Thx Judi C!

A repeat but really worth seeing again................

The fifties really were very unique. I guess it's true, all things do change, and sometimes that's too bad.

 

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GOOD TO SEE THIS ONE AGAIN. 1950's version of an E-Mail   I have no idea who put this together, but it is wonderful!!     Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot, Before the days of Dylan , or the dawn of Camelot. There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me,     For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born, Where navels were for oranges, andPeyton Place was porn.     We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince, Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one's seen him since.     We danced to 'Little Darlin,' and sang to 'Stagger Lee' And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me.     Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many, And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.     And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me, Me.     We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice, And when they made a movie, they never made it twice..     We didn't have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three, Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me.     Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp, And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp.     We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T, And Oprah couldn't talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me.     We had our share of heroes, we never thought they'd go, At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe. For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be, And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me.     We'd never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead, And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson, and Zeppelins were not Led.     And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees, Madonna was Mary in the Land That Made Me, Me.     We'd never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars, And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars.     And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and 'gay' meant fancy-free, And dorms were never co-Ed in the Land That Made Me, Me.     We hadn't seen enough of jets to talk about the lag, And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag.     And hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea, And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me.     T-Birds came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks, And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks.     And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee, And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me.     We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues, We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea Or prime-time ads for those dysfunctions in the Land That Made Me, Me.     There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill, And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill     And middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three, And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, Me.     But all things have a season, or so we've heard them say, And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A. They send us invitations to join AARP, We've come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me, Me.     So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans, And wonder why they're using smaller print in magazines. And we tell our children's children of the way it used to be, Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me, Me.     If you didn't grow up in the fiftys, you missed the greatest time in history.  Hope you enjoyed this read as much as I did.  If So, PLEASE FORWARD this note to someone who will appreciate these memories...

Eating in the fifties ... Thx Judi C!

I know, you're all too young to remember these things!!

 

EATING IN THE FIFTIES 

 

Pasta had not been invented. It was macaroni or spaghetti. 

 

Curry was a surname. 

 

A take-away was a mathematical problem. 

 

Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time. 

 

All chips were plain. 

 

Oil was for lubricating, fat was for cooking. 

 

Tea was made in a teapot using tea leaves and never green. 

 

Cubed sugar was regarded as posh. 

 

Chickens didn't have fingers in those days. 

 

None of us had ever heard of yogurt. 

 

Healthy food consisted of anything edible. 

 

Cooking outside was called camping. 

 

Seaweed was not a recognized food. 

 

'Kebab' was not even a word, never mind a food. 

 

Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold. 

 

Prunes were medicinal. 

 

Surprisingly, muesli was readily available. It was called cattle feed. 

 

Pineapples came in chunks in a tin; we had only ever seen a picture of a real one. 

 

Water came out of the tap. If someone had suggested bottling it and charging more than gasoline for it, they would have become a laughing stock. 

 

The three things that we never ever had on/at our table in the fifties... was elbows, hats and cell phones