Oh yes, such fond memories whirling through my head right now. Being from Louisiana, we ate rice instead of potatoes most meals (so I do love a plate of rice and brown gravy with my roast beef); and getting accustomed to the many different customs in eating as we traveled all over the US (military husband); I've learned a lot, but I still love the things we enjoyed when I was a kid growing up in rural LA--no town of any size for 40-60 miles; just the grocery truck on Wednesdays, an occasional traveling salesman for new furniture or kitchen appliances; the ice truck on Saturdays; and I do remember the cube of sugar with the pink polio medicine on it at school. We also got all our immunizations at school--parents' consent or not. And oh yes, no freeways--in fact no paved roads--just two-track dirt roads or gravel roads.
Yes, quite a memory trip on this post. Thanks, whoever started it.