Not sure if this Correlates? Growing up?

  For those of us, pass the 50 yard line, as someone else put it, we have survived a lot of stuff, that has become not good for us, or has been radically changed so much, it doesn't even taste good anymore.  I used to drink a gallon of milk, every day.  Mom can testify to that.  I grew 4 inches in one year.  And fresh cream, right from the cow's milk.  I didn't have to worry about what the cow was eating, nor did anyone else.  I loved my fresh cream covered rice krispies, frosted flakes, and raisin corn flakes. Yep they have been around that long. 

Of course we didn't have a McDonalds back then, so fast food was not a consideration.  I don't recall eating at Dairy Queen, but they have been around for so long, that at one time we probably ate there.  I do remember eating the baby hamburger, and drinking a tall frosted mug of A &W root beer.  Boy those went down good, if you liked brain freeze.  And those french fries, with all their salt on them...I always poured tons of ketchup on them.  I couldn't get enough ketchup.  I remember there being a soda fountain in my home town.  It had the old soda dispensers, that shot the carbonated soda out, through the curved fountian, and it always seemed to splash out of the glass, onto the person filling the glass.  We didn't worry about the risks involved with that.  It just tasted good.   

I remember the only place that we had to watch movies.  They, (I don't know who they were), would bring over the bleachers, from the high school football field, and place them in a bare spot, off from the post office.  They lined up the old projector, and shot the movie on the wall.  I don't remember any of the movies being any good, or even watching the movie. It was just fun to go and be part of a small town.  Seeing friend's and talking about what happened to Joe or Mary Sue, or what happened to the neighbor's cows. 

We did have a library, one bar, two gas stations, a blacksmith shop, and a pool hall, where one could go and get a greasy hamburger, or play 5 point pitch, with any of the local farmers that were grounded from farming, because of the rain from last night.  That's right, I said greasy hamburger,  with the greasy french fries.  Fried in who knows what else was in the grease fryer.   I don't think the so-called chef was ever worried about any of that, nor was anyone else.  I know for a fact, that there were cockroaches involved in making of many a hamburger.  And the cheap plastic glasses, that were used for drinking water, or soda pop, were never the best in being kept clean.  He would just rinse them out, and set them on top of the counter, where, you guessed it, the cockroaches ran amok.  

Main street. The sidewalks that I can remember, were always broken and whenever you took a step, it was more than just a step.  It was a leap.  I do remember there being the horse tie-ups.  I don't recall seeing any of them being used, other than to lean on, when the drunks came out of the bar.  I never heard of any fights, or any stabbings, or people being run over.  It seemed that we  watched out for each other.  If you were down on your luck, there was always someone, to lend a hand, or take you some place to let your family know where you were.  Another friendly small town jesture, that made my home town , seem like home, instead of small town.

Nestled in a corner lot, on the south side of town, was our one place of attraction, if you want to call it that, was the little park, where the water tower is.  The town had lots of things happening there,  from school picnic's to Easter egg hunts.  I do remember trying to climb the ladder on the water tower, but I never got very far.  I always thought it was such a good place to play, and have fun.  There were many trees, and bushes, that one could play hide and seek. 

Now you have a small view of my home town, and how I grew up.  I hope you enjoyed my little article.  I had a hard time writing this, as thoughts of my dad came floating by in my mind.