A nostalgic and humorous look at life in the fifties, author Sue Gwaltneys true story recalls the carefree days of rock and roll, cool cars, fast horses, and zany adventures all contained within the framework of Christian upbringing, showing respect to our elders,...and having the courtesy to always close the gates behind us!
Originally published in 1956, Babies Growing Up aims to compress in to a brief yet readable form, the essentials of successful parentcraft at the time, bearing in mind the four elements of developing a new life – physical, mental, emotional and spiritual. It seeks to sum up the essence of the mothercraft advice given over the years through the pages of Woman’s Pictorial and Mother and Home, where some material had appeared previously. It is a comprehensive guide through a baby’s life from birth through the early years and today can be enjoyed as a historical look at parenting and child development in the 1950s.
The best-selling singles artist of 1967 was not the Beatles, the Stones or the Who. It was Engelbert Humperdink. And in the year that Sergeant Pepper was released, the best-selling album was the soundtrack from The Sound of Music. The reality of the sixties often fails to live up to the hype. In this unique book, Peter Saunders - a professional sociologist - blends research findings with personal anecdotes to paint a picture of what life was really like for most kids growing up in Britain in the years following the Second World War. Drawing on his own experiences as a lad living in Croydon, as well as on social research from that period, he explores the changes in family life, education, sex, law and order and personal freedom that were taking place in those tumultuous years.
Some memories of childhood are impossible to forget. For author Grace Thomson, the memories of her experiences of growing up during World War II in Scotland have lasted a lifetime. When the Luftwaffe bombed her small town, she and her family were forced to endure hardships daily. Grace writes of her parents struggles to feed and clothe their children when they were faced with rationing the most basic necessities of life. There were years of hunger when she ate tree leaves to fill her empty belly. We follow Grace and her brothers through their school days when a pencil was a luxury and a slate to write on a necessity. Life equaled loss, and the family suffered the loss of a family member in the war with stoic strength. She watched her mother become so depressed that she contemplated suicide as the only way to escape her misery. Grace endured sexual harassment in dead-end jobs; eventually, she met her future husband and escaped to Canada to an unknown future.
In this fine short-story collection, 29 Filipino American writers explore the universal challenges of adolescence from the unique perspectives of teens in the Philippines or in the U.S. Organized into five sections--Family, Angst, Friendship, Love, and Home--all the stories are about growing up and what the introduction calls "growing into Filipino-ness, growing with Filipinos, and growing in or growing away from the Philippines."... The stories are delightful (Booklist)
Meet Mimi Malloy: A daughter of the Great Depression, Mimi was born into an Irish-Catholic brood of seven, and she has done her best to raise six beautiful daughters of her own. Now they're grown, and Mimi, a divorcée, is unexpectedly retired. But she takes solace in the comforts of her new life: her apartment in the heart of Quincy, the occasional True Blue cigarette, and evenings with Frank Sinatra on the stereo and a highball in her hand. Yet her phone is arguably the busiest in greater Boston—it rings "Day In, Day Out," as Ol' Blue Eyes would say. Her surviving sisters love to gab about their girlhood, while her eldest daughter, Cassandra, calls every morning to preach the gospel of assisted living. And when an MRI reveals that Mimi's brain is filled with black spots—areas of atrophy, her doctor says—it looks like she's destined to spend her days in "one of those storage facilities for unwanted antiques." Mimi knows her mind is (more or less) as sharp as ever, and she won't go down without a fight. Yet as she prepares to take her stand, she stumbles upon an old pendant of her mother's and, slowly, her memory starts to return—specifically, recollections of a shocking and painful childhood, including her sister who was sent away to Ireland and the wicked stepmother she swore to forget. Out of the ashes of Mimi's deeply troubled history, Julia MacDonnell gives us a redemptive story of the family bonds that break us and remake us. Mimi Malloy, At Last! is an unforgettable novel, alive with humor, unexpected romance, and the magic of hard-earned insight: a poignant reminder that it's never too late to fall in love and that one can always come of age a second time.
In the afternoon, we went to the Salvation Army warehouse to help wrap gifts for children in need. Mom and I enjoyed our afternoon. I put Moms hand in place to hold the paper, and I would hurry to get the tape on before she lost grip. Mom repeatedly asked, Who are the presents for? I repeatedly said, They are for children and families in need. Mom was happy all over again. On the way home, I decided to stop at the health food store. I only needed a couple of items, and there was a parking space close to the store. Mom said she was too tired to go in and wanted to wait in the car. I agreed, and it would be quicker for me to go in alone. She was buckled in her seatbelt and hadnt yet remembered how to unbuckle it. I was confident Mom would be fine. I locked her in the car and told her I would be back in five minutes. I grabbed the items I needed, peeked out the window, saw Mom in the car, and proceeded to the checkout. There was one customer ahead of me. Checkout went fast, and I rushed out to the car. Mom was gone! I panicked like never before. I wanted to scream. My mind raced. What should I do? Should I call the police? I cried, Where did Mom go?
In Growing Up in a Land Called Egypt: A Southern Illinois Family Biography,author Cleo Caraway fondly recalls how she and her siblings came of age on the family farm in the 1930s and 1940s. Like many others, the Caraways were affected by the economic hardships of the Great Depression, but Cleo’s parents strived to shelter her and her six siblings from the dire circumstances affecting the nation and their home and allowed them to bask in their idealistic existence. Her love for her family clearly shines from every page as she writes of a simpler time, before World War II divided the family. Caraway revels in the life her family lived on a southern Illinois hilltop in Murphysboro township, marveling at the mix of commonplace and adventure she experienced in her childhood. She remembers her first day of school, walking three miles to the wondrous one-room building with her siblings; reminisces about strolling through the countryside with her mother, investigating the various plants and flowers, fruits and nuts; and recollects her fascination with the Indian relics she found buried near her home, a hobby she shared with her father. She also writes of seeing Gone with the Wind on the big screen at the Hippodrome in Murphysboro, of learning to sew dresses for her dolls, and of idyllic life on the farm—milking cows, hatching chicks, feeding pigs. Along with her personal memories Caraway includes interviews with neighbors and many fascinating photographs with detailed captions that make the images come alive. A delightful follow-up to her father’s popular Foothold on a Hillside: Memories of a Southern Illinoisan,Caraway’s book is a pleasant change from the typical accounts of southern Illinois before, during, and after the Great Depression. Instead of hardscrabble grit, Growing Up in a Land Called Egypt offers a refreshingly different view of the period and is certain to be embraced by southern Illinois natives as well as anyone interested in the experiences of a rural family that thrived despite the difficult times. The author’s lighthearted prose, self-deprecating humor, and genuine affection for her family make reading this book a rich and memorable experience.