I remember that whenever you talked to adults it was always "Yes Mam..No Mam.. Yes Sir..No Sir. You sure don't hear much of that anymore. It's usually a grunt or huhn if you're even acknowledged. One of my favorite memories is all of us neighborhood kids ( 10 to 15 of us) walking 10 miles to a little ice cream store. The biggest decision was ...do I want two single cones for a nickel each or one large cone for a dime. We usually opted for the two cones, eating one in the store and the other on the walk home. We had to eat that last one fast before it melted.
And no A/C. We used those palm fans with the bible verses on them.
Yet another memory of melting the flyswatter on top of the coal stove in the living room thinking we were getting away from being punished. HA!!! My mother would make us go outside and break off a switch from that huge maple tree in the front yard. If she didn't like what we brought in....SHE got her own. We soon learned!!!!
No hair dryers!! My sister and I had hair down past our waists and every Saturday morning in good weather we got our hair washed and just sat on the front steps until it was dry. In cold weather we stood over the floor furnace.