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Message: [QUOTE="The deacon, post: 4351556, member: 11559"] You were fortunate, Hoops66. My big brother got to wear the Davy Crockett coonskin... during our re-enactments, I was Georgie Russell, like it or not. Among the more distinctive '50s memories for me were having to mow our big and hilly lawn with a hand mower; creating an 18-hole golf course around the yard by digging holes for coffee cans (after watching Arnie win the Masters in '58); walking the mile or so back and forth to our elementary school in the village center; playing tag, hide and seek, the new sensation called wiffle ball (created in Fairfield) and so many other outdoor sports and other games; heading to the movie house with siblings and neighborhood friends to see Saturday matinees... in the process blowing my 25 cent allowance on admission, popcorn and a candy bar; and, of course, having tons of kids over to our house to watch Howdy Doody, The Lone Ranger, etc. on our television, the only one in the neighborhood. Great job by so many of you for prompting memories for me. Thank you all. Even at that, and even though I came from a relatively poor family, it didn't take me very long into the '60s as I grew into adolescence to become aware so many people weren't as blessed in their lives as I was. [/QUOTE]