I remember when my 10th grade (1972) English teacher wore the white, pocketed, button down shirt sleeved shirts, with a soft pack of Lucky Strikes tucked inside the pocket. Totally visible to everyone, and apparently completely acceptable... Who cared, we at least knew where we could get a light.
Speaking of grade school teachers, I remember them railing about the poor grammar and poor example being set by Dizzy Dean announcing the Cardinals ball games on the radio. He was destroying our little minds with his horrid grammar constantly saying 'ain't'. It arsn't 'fected me t'all.
All the men in sitcoms wore a suit and tie and the women wore dresses and pearls to vacuum their carpets.
And a spool of wrapping string hanging from the ceiling and sawdust on the floor and the meat 'department' was an actual butcher shop with a real butcher. Mom would ask for a cut of meat and he'd cut it. We had 12 neighborhood grocers in this little town of 10K and now there's one chain supermarket clear off on the edge of town....and the sumbitches rearranged the whole dang store last summer and I still have to hunt for every dang thing.
At least y'all got a store to switch to. I pitched a [complaint] to one of the guys working there, heck of a sense of humor, and he told me they wouldn't do a re-arrange for another 20 years. "You don't have to worry about it though, you'll be dead by then."
Everything was closed Sundays, you actually had to plan for the weekend, if you ran out you went without.
Here in Carrie Nation's home State the grocery stores hung sheets over the beer displays so as not to inflame the sensibilities of those pious citizens. :crazy:
That brings back memories, my home state of Connecticut (cant believe I just admitted that) had what was called Blue Laws, what you could and could not do on Sundays, alcohol sales was one of those that they still abided by when I was growing up. Not sure if they still do it or not.
Heck - here in GA we just did get rid of the blanket prohibition of alcohol sales on Sundays (now, each town can decide for themselves).
Talking to a 2nd year mass communications major about radio broadcasts and mentioned Gene Autry and he said: "Who?".