Sometimes the children's homework can be interesting. I talked a few weeks ago about Chickie having to interview my parents, via phone, about what it was like for them growing up. She just now brought the graded paper home. We weren't allowed to see it until after it was through. Here is her paper, not edited by me, complete with spelling and grammatical errors.
My Grandma's Life
By: Chickie
Jobs were different then than today's life. When my grandma was growing up jobs were very scarce. The jobs were also very low paying. If women were educated they would either become a nurse or a teacher. If they were not educated, they would either clean houses or work in factories.
In my grandma's childhood if you got sick you would have to buy expensive medicines, or mabeye in some cases sweat it out of your body. When my grandpa went to war, penicillin was discovered.
There were a lot of changes too. When you grew up, you were allowed to do more things. When men went to war, women and children had to take men's jobs. Another big change was after the deppression people didn't have enough money to pay taxes and insurance.
When my grandma was a child, our choices of entertainment was listning to the radio or playing games. Some of the games they played were hopscotch, hide-and-go-seek, and jaks. Also instead of swimming pools they would play in a washtub filled with water.
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Now, how much of our life is different than that? I love to read the children's take on things like that. What about your parents? Was there any interesting facts about when they were growing up?
Comments
My Dad is the "when I was a kid, bread was a nickle a loaf" kind a guy. He sais things like "I had to walk in the snow to school, barefoot, and without a jacket!" He's very old fashioned to this day!
Posted by: Suzanne at March 14, 2005 07:13 PM
My dad had three other siblings. Bathtime was once a week in a metal tub. Everyone shared the same water. They lived in a tiny house on the prairies and going to town was a big deal. My dad ate potatoes three times a day and didn't complain.
Posted by: Lori at March 15, 2005 09:28 AM