Wednesday, August 29, 2007

"There are people who have money and people who are rich."

We never had much money when I was a kid, but we didn't notice. We ate a lot of hamburger, but my mother had a way with hamburger. She made this great meatloaf which she frosted with mashed potatoes. It was magnificent. She made American chop suey, and it is still a favorite of ours. Many of our vacations were day trips. We'd spend days at the beach and have the best times swimming, skimming rocks and chasing seagulls. Sometimes we'd go to a museum. I remember the one at Harvard with the gorilla heads in jars. That was about the neatest thing I'd ever seen. When I was in high school, I went back to that museum just to find the heads. We went to the MFA, and I loved the Egyptian room. Once my dad got Celtics tickets from his job, and there was a reception after the game. Bill Russell was there, and my dad stood behind him so we clould see how really tall Russell is. My dad came to about the small of his back. Another time we went to the Hood dairy farm. I remember the white fences and the cleanest barn I'd ever seen. We'd go to Maine and stay at the cottage of a friend of my dad's. Sometimes twelve people were crammed into the tiniest place. We thought it great fun. We never wore designer clothes. I don't even know if there were any back then. We went to Tom McCann for our shoes, and they were sturdy, last a school year shoes. Every afternoon we'd get home from school and take off our school clothes. Winter jackets were handed down. We never noticed. At Christmas my mother always outdid herself. We got the neatest presents. Her stocking stuffers are still the subjects of legend. We had everything we needed. We thought ourselves rich enough.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Your comments ring so true.

As I child I accepted what I had. We didn't do vacations. My father's idea of one was to read the newspaper and watch or listen to the ballgames. My mother's idea was to accept invites when offered for me to go on a daytrips. Such was life - yet, I didn't see it as lack.

One neighbor took me to Lake George - another out on the Island for a good portion of the Summer. Some evenings we went to Coney Island and went to the spook house and fun house.

Most of my neighbors did not do "vacations" as we know it to be - maybe when we became teens. It wasn't until a high school forum that I learned some of my classmates did real vacations and some had summer homes! It was something I or my neighborhood friends didn't think about.

I didn't meet real rich folk until I started working. Those I met were generous in providing jobs to friends if needed (these were jobs that tied you over while you looked for a job that was living wage) - they assisted as references - and overall, a helping hand when needed. On the other side, I have met wealthy folk who do not see a need to spread the wealth - even if it is only a minimum attached with kindness.

Linda

Kat said...

Linda,
We did do a few vacations when I was in high school, but by then, I would have preferred staying home. No one in my neighborhood had money but no one was poor either. We didn't have a whole lot, but it really didn't matter. We were perfectly happy (though I always thought 50 cents was a darn cheap allowance).

Anonymous said...

Kat,

I think our generation was fortunate to grow up when we did! I find myself saying that more and more these days.

Even with younger friends, I see many differences. I, in a heartbeat, will take a train or bus. A friend of mine had a mom who had to drive her and her sister everywhere. Today, it is not her thought pattern to even consider working and utilizing public transit.

I always thought generation gap was an advertising cliche - yet, the older I get, the truer I see it.

My saying - kids need to be kids and earn/mature into the "perks" we know today.

I didn't have an allowance... perhaps, this is why saving or spending for enjoyment was a challenge for me to learn.

Linda

Dan said...

I'm willing to bet that the hamburger was not lean ground beef. It was whatever the butcher had, and that problably included a ton of fat, and maybe even some entrails. Guess what! We survived years of eating that food without needing to consult allergists or specialists. Although that hamburger may have been loaded with fat, remember that, as kids, we combined it with a peck of dirt, and probably a few worms. These days, everyone advocates "natural food", and that combo is about as natural as food can be.

Richard said...

Odd. We were 'poor' when we were growing up, but we just never had time to notice. 'Poor' is a state of mind, not a fact of being.

Meatloaf must be a 'Mom' thing irrespective of geography - Mom's was great. EVERY Mom's meatloaf is great, though. I grew to love butterbeans and squash fixed the way she fixed 'em ... butterbeans had bacon in 'em and the squash (like the eggplant) was loaded with shrimp and onions.

Summers we'd watch TV in the front room with Dad - back then, black and white TV was all the rage ... including the Indian-head sign-on / sign-off test pattern. They actually played the 'Star Spangled Banner' when the signed off then, too ...

Thom McCann and Buster Brown were our shoes ... not until high school did we start to think about stuff like WeeJuns - never got 'em, but we thought about 'em. I liked our Navy pea coats from the Army Surplus store for winter ... those were just cool, especially if they still had 'rank' markings sewn on the sleeves. Ours didn't ...

Sometimes I wonder if we'd have had such fun had we had the misfortune to have been told we were ... 'poor' ... hell, yeah.

Kat said...

Linda,
It is true that we were lucky to grow up when we did. We never felt entitled to anything. I was thrilled to get my first radio and thought myself pretty darn lucky. It was a wonderful world.

Kat said...

Dan.
I'm sure it was not even close to lean. I am still a lover of hamburger in all its incarnations and meatloaf heads the list. My meatloaf can never be replicated. I just use what is in the fridge at the time.

We were seldom sick.

Kat said...

Richard,
We all sat around that black and white set together and watch every night. I remember the first time I stayed up late enough to hear the Star Spangled Banner. I felt a bit more grown up.

My mother made this squash dish which is divine. We still make it in our respective homes every Thanksgiving and Christmas.

I always thought my life rich and filled to the brim.

Anonymous said...

We were poor as well. I remember eating lots and lots of spaghetti with only margarine - no sauce - it was too expensive.

Vacations were daytrips to New Hampshire or overnights to York, ME where my grandparents owned a motel. Mostly, my Dad's vacation consisted of being home and doing lots of little things around the house I remember one vacation was spent replacing the transmission on his car!

I grew up in Ipswich, MA - and even back then (in the 1970s), many of my fellow residents were more well-to-do then we were. My hand-me-down clothes were very much noticed in school. I think had I not had to go to public school - but went to a pariochial school with uniforms or was homeschooled, alot of the nasty memories of school teasing would not be there.

--Bess

Kat said...

Bess,
Sometimes kids can be so cruel.

You would have fit in perfectly in my neighborhood. Few went on vacations and a trip to the beach was a big deal.

That's too bad that you're memories are of teasing.

 

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