The good ol’ days: you gotta love them. Each night after dinner, I’ve been reading the girls my diary entries from that date, and I love the tidbits that turn up. They are a way of re-enforcing that things today aren’t so tough for kids. For instance, I listed my 15th birthday gifts: a sweater (I asked for), a wooden trinket box, tablets, and stickers (I hit the jackpot!).
Would a teen of today consider that “hitting the jackpot?” I don’t know … but it’s something to ponder.
Another difference between today and the ’70s/’80s: postcards. Sure, you can still buy postcards. But back then, they were a bigger deal. On vacations, I loved selecting postcards. And I loved receiving them in the mail as well. Here’s a really super duper one I got from my grandparents when they visited Florida: it’s a puzzle! It still is plastic-covered, and I actually remember mentally processing whether or not I should tear the plastic off (that would destroy the message). I opted to leave it as-is, although that means I never got the fun of turning those 20 pieces into palm trees and orange pickers.
And then, quite memorably, my postcard from the Mouseketeers. Sigh. When I was younger, I had no aspirations to be a doctor or a lawyer. No, I just wanted to be a Mouseketeer. I didn’t see any contradiction indicated by my extreme shyness. I was sure that once Walt Disney had given me my hiring papers, I would blossom onstage as a singin’ and dancin’ wonder.
It was such a big deal back then to search out a celeb’s address, and I remember my joy when I found it and wrote to my idols. They replied back, with a postcard. A photo postcard, which I treasured.
And, I suppose, I still do 🙂
What about you? Any postcard memories from your childhood?