I don't know how old you are but, I remember coming home from school and having my mother home. I remember eating supper with my parents and spending time with them, even if only watching television. Television seemed different also. Many of the shows were family type shows.
I remember all of those things, DK...Mom was home when we got off the school bus. We were never pulled out of bed at 6 am during the summer to be taken to a daycare center. I remember my mother having the time to come to school as a Grade Mother. That meant that on special days, Mom and a few other mothers would bring homemade refreshments to school. Classes were suspended for an hour or two and we'd have a party. I was always so proud of my mother when she'd arrive at school on those special days. She was a beautiful woman and she would have taken special care with her hair and makeup and she'd be dressed like she was going to church. Her cookies, cupcakes, brownies, and punch were always popular with my classmates. Best of all, I had the leftovers to take home. Everybody knew everybody else.
My parents always served the evening meal on the dining room table and the food was in bowls, which were passed around the table. We talked to each other, discussing the day we'd each had and the events happening locally and nationally. It was during those meals that we learned table manners and the importance of listening to one another's viewpoints. We didn't have a television of our own until I was in the third or fourth grade. Our neighbor had one, and two or three evenings a week, we'd finish supper and then we'd walk up the dirt road to the neighbor's house and watch a few programs. The neighbor was my dad's employer and our two families have remained close, even to this day.
We were "disadvantaged" but we did not know it, nor did we care (that's the term that became popular during Johnson's War on Poverty). We didn't have the latest toy or "mod con." We had all the food we could eat, a decent home to live in, warm clothes and shoes, and parents who spent time with us. I even got an allowance starting at age 12: 50 cents a week!
Now, things are so different, my own childhood seems almost surreal when I reflect back on it.