Sunday mornings Sherry and I shared our normal half biscuit with jelly at McDonalds.
She orders, I get napkins and find a seat. Today for some reason, as I sat waiting, I was noticing teens. I was remembering our teens. I met Sherry when I was 15, started dating her when I was 16 and we married when I was 17.
(As a kid you want to be 18)
It seems to take teens longer to grow up now than in the ‘50’s. BUT they are still teens. They have such fun, joking, telling wild stories doing the latest fads, etc. Girls in the shortest shorts, long dresses and every thing in between. Piercings and boys with ear rings, wild hair doo’s. But most of all just having fun.
Yeah…. I sat there smiling as I remembered my hair (fondly), Wild Root Cream Oil was my choice for my duck’s tail. I pegged my pants and turned my collar up. We went thru a time of the skinny belts, they were 1/2” wide and several colors (red, light blue, pink and dark blue). Of course you didn’t have them all, I had blue.
(Me with mama that was a blue suede jacket)
We had penny loafers, two tone and suede shoes. If you couldn’t afford a leather jacket (I was 58 yrs old before I got one) the jean or suede jacket would do. We put heel taps on our shoes and on occasion would put the metal chair glider buttons on our shoes. Then run and slide on a sidewalk at night and leave a line of sparks, you could slide 20 feet in the school hall (until you got caught) that was way out cool.
(Once I had sort of a flat top with DA)
The boys, that were cool, would roll a pack of cigarettes up in the short sleeve of a T-shirt, after lighting up with a stick match (struck on the belt or jeans). (Then eat wild onions before going home)
Of course no boy would have dared wear an ear ring. Anyway, I recalled a lot of stuff before my girl came over with our breakfast. Sunday she only paid for the biscuit, the coffee was free, I am a cheap date. LOL
Thanks for stopping by.
In his 80’s, before our local celebrity Mr. Jackson died , he would sing “I wish I was Eighteen Again”. Sometimes memories are just plain fun.
(Janet, Vernon,Sherry, Jack & Shirl, yeah in your 70’s you think of 18 again)
Dexter Ave. Montgomery, AL 1907