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Yep everything was a nickel! Well not everything but most snacks,candies and sodas! If you had a couple bucks in your pocket you could drive around all day. Plus buy a few goodies and have plenty gas for the next day. 50's ..60's !!
I can remember that if I had 10 shillings (UK) in my pocket on a Friday night (about a dollar in your money in those days), I could have a pretty good weekend. I could have a cheap curry in an Indian restaurant one evening, buy a piece of fish or something to cook for dinner on another night, AND have enough for a half pint of shandy at the pub on Sunday afternoon. Eggs for dinner Sunday night if I didn't have a boyfriend who'd take me out for Chinese.
If I had a pound ($2), I could REALLY splash out!!!
I'm talking 1969 (yes, that ole summer of love LOL).
Great poem! It sounds like the fifties to me though. I was around for most of the 60s and I don't recall ever seeing a milkman delivery to someone's house. Not even in the one-horse town my Mama was from.
LOL Saucy - the Summer of Love didn't make it across the pond to UK until 1969. There's an old song that refers to the 1969 summer of love, but I'm so old now I can't remember which song.
As far as I know, there are still some areas here in Australia where milk is delivered to people's homes. Where I lived in Sydney it only stopped about 20 years ago!
When I was a kid in the fifties, our milk was delivered by horse and cart. Then sometime during the late fifties/early sixties the horse and carts were replaced by funny little electric vehicles called milk floats.
Bread used to be delivered by horse and cart too. And we had a 'rag and bone' man - also with a horse and cart who used to collect old clothes and scrap, and would also sharpen people's kitchen knives!
Pretty much the way it was when I was growing up in the 50's and 60's.
Except for the bathroom.
For a few years it was outside at the back of the lot by the woods.
Had to walk through the snow. Uphill. Both ways. lol
For a few months after Dad built the house we had an outside hand pump to get water.
As money became available things were moved inside.
Except for the TV antenna. We went from rabbit ears on the black and white TV to a real antenna outside.
The kids did get together to play baseball and other games or playing and climbing trees in the woods.
Times were harder then but families were closer. Life moved slower. And yes, you could tell a Chevy, Ford, Dodge, Studebaker, Packard, Kaiser, etc, etc, from each other from a long way off.
And to be perfectly honest about it, I liked that world better than the fast paced, high tech, PC correct, rat race we live in today.
Mom still lives in the house that Dad built in 1956. She is 87 yrs old. Everytime I stop in to check on her the memories come back and I feel like a kid again.
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There's an old song that refers to the 1969 summer of love, but I'm so old now I can't remember which song. 
