You Are a 50s Kid if ...

Yes. Barbeque is something that Yankees say when they put a burger on a grill.

                 Your a 50's kid if your mother was allways telling you to stay away from the pool hall. The sound of the balls on a break was the same as the crack of a bat at Fenway park. A 50's kid if you remember canals, and alleys, and sweeping those alleys so your Dad wouldn't get flat tires. Your a 50's kid if you had your own money to go to the prom, because you delivered newspapers. Your a 50's kid if you remember WOODEN roller coasters. If you remember going for a ride for ice cream on a Sunday in an 1963 Rambler. Your a 50's kid if you remember where you were, when President Kennedy was shot. If you still have respect for Catholic Nuns, because you know the're just dying to hit you with a ruler. A 50's kid if you remember Walter Cronkite, and Captain Kangaroo. A 50's kid if you allways needed credit at the local Hardware store, and got it by word of mouth, and not a plastic card.

             Your a 50's kid if, "The Mod Squad" was something you enjoyed on TV, and not something you fear'd on chess.com  ( althought, I think Kohai can take you down with a flying kick, the way Pete, and Link could)

I clearly remember Apollo 11 landing on the moon and I wasn't born in the 50's.

A bag of crisps for 2d (2 pre-decimal pennies)

A large toffee sweet for 1d

The coal delivery lorry with the men who heaved the bags of coal onto their shoulders

Gas street lamps which were lit by hand at dusk and extinguished at dawn

Black and white telly, of course.

What appeared to a little boy as a kindly old man on TV occasionally - Prime Minister Anthony Eden.

Early children's TV - American cowboy shows, puppets, American comedies.

Going to the beach on summer Saturdays.

Living in a large, filthy dirty city (Glasgow) - now much transformed with the slums cleared away.

Walking to nearby school with my sister each day - playing football in the playground. Being chastised physically by the teachers on regular occasions.

Obtaining bangers (fireworks) illegally and setting them off in the street or on waste ground.

Etc.................

In the 1960's, the "egg man" delivered eggs to your Mom's house.

He still does in 2014!  Although he walks a bit slower now.

The nuns got us in grade school, but we paid back the (Marianist) brothers in HS.

What goes around comes around.  

         @RG1951, and Chess_gg;  Those were excellent post. Thank you. Reminising. Thre was only 3 coblestone streets in my neiborhood, because of the trains. The 50's. They were the best ot times; They were the worst of times. 

           I know its a famous quote. Hemingway, War and Peace maybe??  I agree with everything else you said; enjoyed the nun who taugh you spelling. I enjoyed my childhood, even though we didn't have much. We had good parents. I'm grateful for what little I have now, but would it really change the balance of the universe if I hit the lottery?  Come on God, maybe just $100,000  ????

Heck, now-a-days cars will even automatically parallel park themselves!

Without TV, radio was a big thing.

I remember getting up very early morning listening to the Cassius Clay/Sonny Liston fight commentary. Googled the date, I must have been 10 at the time.

We were glued to radio soapies and game shows, and on Sunday nights the LM hit parade. (LM = Lourenco Marques, now Maputo, capital of Mocambique). You could barely hear the songs over the shortwave crackle and noise.... good times

I remember radio before FM, before the Beatles, before stereo.  I remember the first time I saw Instant-Replay, color TV, and cable boxes (they had a wire that connected to the TV--you pushed buttons for channels).  I remember dial telephones, phone booths, and busy signals.  AND I REMEMBER SLIDE RULES!

I could actually use a slide rule! And a logarithm book. I remember crank telephones, and party lines. Three long rings plus a short is your ring, short long long short is the guy down the road. Didnt really matter, though, everybody listened in on everybody else.

My first car in 1957 was 12 years old. Looked like a hot 46 Ford and had fake white walls.

Thanks for all of the recent posts.

Being a car fan I truly enjoyed the photo of the 1946 Nash. In my case I started out with a 1952 ( or 1953 ? ) Studebaker 4 door sedan, quite the old car.  

Thanks for that nice photo. I remember a hand-operated gas pump in a nearby small town that had a large glass container on top ( for 5 gallons ? ) and they measured out an exact amount of gas as the glass had markings on it.

I just read through this thread.  Fascinating.  I missed the 50's having been born in the early 60's.  In the last few months I've seen old episodes of the Burns and Allen show---WOW Gracie Allen was a fantastic performer and Comedian.  It must have been great to see such a wonderful Comedian live and not in reruns.