MI$$OURI BETTY
New member
when I started grade school (lived in St. Louis then), we were served milk in 1/2 pint cartons and it always had ice in it. We took showers and the whole place smelled of clorine or purex....nearly made a person sick! Most poorer people didn't have any way to take baths or showers very easily and had outhouses, alleys and trash pits!
I also remember World War II, mom had to darken the windows, when there was a blackout in case of an attack by the enemy! We helped collect iron for the war and dad worked in the Small Arms Plant making bullets and etc. We had an old-fashioned ice box that held 25 or 50 pd blocks of ice, we would get ice chips to chew on and mom cooked on a coal-oil stove. We had oleo instead of butter until we moved to the farm in 1945. I liked squeezing the yellow ball into the oleo and making it look like butter!
Where my brother and I lived when very young, is 55 Highway...so all the homes, stores and factories are long gone! Changes come.....sometimes for the worse and sometimes for the better! I, myself, have changed for the better since I've found Jesus, Who knew where I was all the time! Praise God and Thank You, Jesus!
Now, when you get to be 70...you are in your second childhood and therefore you get younger and not older! So, I am 71 years young!
God Bless!
Betty (Ma)
I also remember World War II, mom had to darken the windows, when there was a blackout in case of an attack by the enemy! We helped collect iron for the war and dad worked in the Small Arms Plant making bullets and etc. We had an old-fashioned ice box that held 25 or 50 pd blocks of ice, we would get ice chips to chew on and mom cooked on a coal-oil stove. We had oleo instead of butter until we moved to the farm in 1945. I liked squeezing the yellow ball into the oleo and making it look like butter!
Where my brother and I lived when very young, is 55 Highway...so all the homes, stores and factories are long gone! Changes come.....sometimes for the worse and sometimes for the better! I, myself, have changed for the better since I've found Jesus, Who knew where I was all the time! Praise God and Thank You, Jesus!
Now, when you get to be 70...you are in your second childhood and therefore you get younger and not older! So, I am 71 years young!
God Bless!
Betty (Ma)
