Good Old Days of Growing Up in the 1950s
Childhood Days
My mind flew back to the carefree days of my childhood in the countryside of Wisconsin during the 1950s when I read the following question posed by a fellow writer on another writing site. What moments of your life do you call your "good old days" and why?
When I read the stories of other people who suffered during their childhood years due to neglect, circumstances, or blatant abuse, my heart saddens.
A child does not have any choice in the manner of his birth, his parentage and most other things, and cannot effect many changes until he or she is much older.
Looking back upon my childhood, I know how fortunate I was to be surrounded by a loving family who taught me and my younger brothers the important things in life, and at the same time were able to provide a great setting.
My parent's home next door to my grandmother.
Click thumbnail to view full-sizeSummer Cottage
I was too young to remember the first home that my parents owned which was one of the cottages next door to my paternal grandmother's home on Okauchee Lake.
My dad worked on winterizing it while they stayed there because it was originally built just as a summer cottage to be rented out during the warm months of the year. This was one of many cottages that my grandfather had built as income property after building the home for his bride who became my grandmother.
I remember my mother telling me that she sometimes had to wear what she called her stadium boots inside of the house in the winter to keep warm in the beginning.
There was a steep hill down to the lake and (for a small town) a quite busy road out in front of the house.
Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
My parents next purchased 3 acres of land from my maternal grandparents who owned quite a few acres in Oconomowoc, Wisconsin. My mother and dad hand built the first home that I truly remember. About the only thing my dad hired done was the electrical work. They did all of the rest of the construction.
Home in Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
Click thumbnail to view full-sizeI remember the additions to the home as my mother and dad added the garage and later the breezeway between the garage and house. A sunroom was added on to the back of the house in subsequent years, and the last major thing accomplished was the building out of the basement into three sections.
One part of the basement was sectioned off into my mother's laundry area. Two sides of that room had builtin cabinets which held all of the home canned fruits and vegetables harvested from my grandfather's garden, plus a big freezer.
My mother and grandmother worked together when it came to the canning and when it came to making sauerkraut, both my parents and grandparents worked together on that project. How I loved sampling the sauerkraut as it fermented!
My dad had his workroom down in the basement with all kinds of carpentry tools, table saws and the like. Not only did he build our home, but also some of our furniture as well.
A recreation room complete with tables and booths (acquired from a construction job in Milwaukee where they would have been discarded), our ping pong table and other décor with a small root cellar off of this room and a sectioned off furnace pretty well describes our basement.
The main floor held a large family sized kitchen where we ate most of our meals. It also had a dining room with corner cabinets, living room with large picture window facing the backyard, three bedrooms and one bathroom, plus the eventual sun-room added to the back of the house.
My brothers shared a bedroom. Along one wall my dad had built a long surface meant as a desk with two cubicles cut out for their chairs and shelving alongside those cut-outs which took the place of needing a dresser. Above it was shelving for books and other things that boys collect such as the model airplanes that they built. Some of those airplanes were also suspended on strings hanging down from the ceiling.
Early family photos from the 1950s
Click thumbnail to view full-sizeCountryside
Much of this land in the countryside consisted of fields surrounded by wooded areas. My parents mowed and maintained 1 1/2 acres as lawn area and the rest was left as field.
In a portion of adjacent field still belonging to my grandparents, they mowed an area into a baseball diamond in the summer time each year.
It was there, when we were old enough we were taught how to play the game of baseball and had many good times doing just that with not only our family but our visiting relatives as well.
Obviously we did not have regulation sized teams, but we had fun pitching, swinging bats and running to the bases when we hit a ball. There was lots of laughter and some good old fashioned fun to be had.
There were few kids in the area until later on when my grandfather started selling off parcels of land and a few other houses were eventually built.
We had a path in the field between my parent's and grandparent's homes. There was no need to keep it mowed due to our frequent visits back and forth accompanied by our dogs which were our constant companions.
I loved my grandparents with all of my heart. They always took time out of their day to talk to us, explain things and teach us things. It was always done out of love and respect. I know that I can speak for my brothers (who are now gone) in that they never made us feel childish or that any of our questions were silly. You know how inquisitive children can be!
Eventually they sold the big house and purchased one right next door to us that had been built.
Getting to have sleep-overs at their house was always done one child at a time. We felt so honored and special during that one on one time!
Of course we saw them every day except during the winters after Christmas when they headed south for extended vacations. We could hardly wait until they returned in the Spring!
They were truly like a second set of parents to my brothers and me!
Growing up in the country...1950s
Pets
My parents always had pets which included dogs and cats.
In the photo above, my cousin and I are holding Archie and Willie, the cats that we quite often dressed up in doll cloths.
It was Willie that escaped to the top of a telephone poll in our backyard one day attired with a child's bonnet and dress. It took some effort to get him back down the pole, poor guy! Haha!
My grandparent's dog Mamie is to the front in that photo (named after Mamie Eisenhower) at least that was the supposed inspiration for the name.
My mother also had a yellow canary in a cage in our kitchen which she named Pancho.
I can still hear Pancho, followed by Pancho number two and then three each singing their hearts out in that kitchen in my memory. It was a cheerful sound and accompanied my mother's humming and singing as she baked her homemade breads and prepared all the meals for our growing family.
Playhouse
My dad also built a playhouse in the backyard for us.
My aunt and uncle and their three boys often came on weekends, especially during the summer months for visits. They lived in Madison, Wisconsin. Quite often they would spend the night at my grandparent's home and we kids eagerly looked forward to those frequent visits.
We had trees to climb, bikes to ride, pets to play with, a sandbox and swing-set in the backyard in which to play...and the playhouse. If the weather was bad we had other things to do like roller skating in the basement, playing with hula hoops, playing jacks and a myriad of other things.
I had some other cousins in Milwaukee and some that lived way out in New Jersey. We did not get to see and play with the ones in New Jersey often because of the distance between us.
We saw my cousins who lived in Milwaukee most often at my grandmother's home on Okauchee Lake when they would come out in the summertime for some swimming fun.
All summer long we had the lake at my grandmother's home in which to swim and play, and ice skate upon in the winter months.
Life was great in the country!
Catholic Faith
We were raised in the Catholic faith and after my dad helped build the parochial school next to the church in which my parents and my aunt and uncle (from Madison) had their double wedding, we three kids attended that school.
I loved it!
Sister Lucas was the principal and was just about as big as a minute.
The playground was separated into the girls and boys sections and she would roll up her sleeves and with her habit flowing in the breeze play ball and other games with us during recess.
She also had her "board of education" which was a paddle for misbehaving kids. A well aimed swat on the behind was occasionally administered to kids in front of the class. If and when that ever happened (which was rare), the kids got more punishment at home from their parents for the reported school infractions.
Those were the days of corporal punishment which was deemed appropriate.
Dr. Spock had not yet influenced an entire generation of parents who decided that reasoning with a child was better than an occasional swat on the behind to get their attention.
Each school day was started by attending Mass and then moving next door to the school.
Father Whelan was beloved by the entire town whether they belonged to the Catholic faith or not. Those were the days of Mass being conducted in Latin and only the sermon was in English. Our prayer books had Latin on one side and English on the other so it was easy to follow along.
Every Sunday without fail we attended Mass as a family.
Occasionally if we were in a real hurry, we would attend a Mass at a nearby monastery where the sermon was skipped.
At that monastery, they made the best cheese which helped to make them self supporting.
Picnics
All summer long we had many picnics in the backyard with extended family members in attendance.
My dad generally did the grilling of hot dogs, bratwurst and/or hamburgers.
My mother and grandmother made all of the accompanying dishes like potato salad, coleslaw and their homemade pickles, applesauce and spiced peaches were always offered as well. Sometimes my aunt would bring things she made from Madison to add to the assortment of edibles.
I remember the fun we had for dessert when we had watermelons in season. We had contests to see how far we could spit the watermelon seeds!
It was kind of like learning how to skip rocks along the water to see how far they could go before sinking to the bottom. There was an art to spitting the watermelon seeds the furthest. Ha-ha!
Stay at Home Mom
My brothers and I had the pleasure and advantages of having a stay at home mom. That was much more the norm back in the 1950s compared to today.
She not only did all of the household chores (with some help from us when we got older), but had the time and interest to be a scout leader for the Brownies and Girl Scouts and also led Cub Scout and Boy Scout troops.
She was an active participant in school and church activities and was always ready and willing to lend a helping hand to relatives, friends and neighbors.
My mother was a terrific role model and taught us so much about the value of volunteerism.
1950s
Where we grew up in the countryside of Oconomowoc, Wisconsin during the 1950s, we kids had such a feeling of safety. We assumed at our young ages that everybody lived that way.
Doors and windows were kept unlocked and in those days if doors were locked, most often the key was kept under the mat or in a nearby flower pot and everyone pretty much did the same.
We could play outside until dark and there were no worries about being kidnapped or molested. Never did such a thing even cross our minds!
Bumps and scrapes were tended with Mercurochrome or Campho-Phenique as well as a hug and a kiss.
Our dinner plates were filled with fresh vegetables out of the garden along with a source of protein, and until we moved to Texas for the start of the school year in 1960, my brothers and I had never tasted store bought bread. My mother baked a set number of loaves each week to keep our family lunch boxes filled with sandwiches made with her loving hands.
I remember laying down on the grass in the summer with my mother and brothers and looking up at the drifting clouds in the sky. We took turns guessing what we thought the shapes of the clouds resembled.
Sometimes we would hunt to see how many 4 leafed clover leaves we could find in our lawn.
Trying to catch fireflies at night was a challenge we seldom won. Ah but the stars were bright in the night sky out in the country and the air was fresh.
At night after a busy day at school or summer days filled with activities, we would kneel by our bedsides, say our prayers along-side our parents, and crawl into laundered sheets that were hung out to dry and had that wonderful fresh air smell. Sweet dreams ensued!
Family Christmas gatherings, 1960
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I could go on and on relating all the fun times we had with our family togetherness, the childhood games we played, the peace and security that we felt, the time for daydreaming that we had and all of the family fun that we experienced living in the countryside of Wisconsin during the 1950s.
Is it any wonder that I think of those times as the "good old days"?
In The Good Old Summertime...one of the many songs we used to sing together as a family.
Was your childhood in any way similar?
Locations in Wisconsin where my family lived during the time-frame of this hub.
Questions & Answers
© 2012 Peggy Woods
Comments are welcomed.
Peggy, I am wondering if you can tell me more about your german shepherd, I raise them and I have had a few born the color yours was and I am trying to find out all I can about that specific coloring and where it comes from in the shepherd.
Rebecca
Peggy.....I totally affirm....our childhood was the BEST! Memories, a pure treasure and Photos, simply priceless. What a beautiful family you call your own!
I wouldn't trade our era for anything!! I confess to still "being there," quite often.....with no apologies!!
Thanks for this wonderful read, Peggy. I'm feeling all nostalgic and a bit weepy! Wishing you a perfect Holiday Season. Peace, Paula
Good old days! Indeed, the best time of our life is childhood and those memories are etched forever in our psyche. Watching the photos and reading your memories transported me back to the fun and frolic times I had as a child. Thank you for making me relive those glorious, never to come back, days, months and years.
O yes...you cannot be intoxicated by the fresh scent of the sheets that hung on the line in the fresh air and sunshine. Our sheets always looked as if they had been ironed after hours in the outdoors. Great photos...so many memories....aren't you glad you have these help you to reminisce about days gone by?
Angels once again headed your way ps
Dear Peggy - Thank you so much for sharing your childhood memories. I remember a time too--my childhood was in the early 60's between Princeton and Lawrenceville, NJ. I miss how important family was in those days, and how we cherished our time playing outside and rolling in grass and climbing trees. Seems no one does that anymore. Your pictures reminded me of all that and it's a wonderful feeling to remember. Thank you.
PS - I stumbled on this because I Googled "historic pictures of First Holy Communion" (working on my Altar Rosary newsletter). God bless.
Your childhood sounds idyllic, Peggy. And how nice is must have been to live next door to your grandparents. The photographs are clearly of a very happy and united family. It's very impressive that you Dad built the house that you lived in.
Oh dear, you've certainly stirred the good pot. So many shared memories though I lived in Queens, NY. We roller skated in the street, went to Catholic school and Mass every day. My grandparents didn't live next door but we saw them frequently. I, too, had a stay at home Mom.
I could go on but you get the idea. Fun hub to read Peggy. Thanks for the memories.
O Peggy so much of this was like my very own youth. The family visiting on the weekends bringing cousins in tow....the playhouse and many other memories come flooding back as I slip back in time.
We had lots of land with tons of veggies and fruits being grown; and a sea of flowers, flower beds and gardens of flowers covered the land....what a lovely time it was.
In the good ole summertime is right...I do believe it was a kinder, gentler time....
What a lovely walk down memory lane, Peggy.
Voted up++++ and shared
Please know that you are being surrounded by Angels right now ps
This is incredible! Have you thought about documenting this information and these photos somewhere digitally? A place where your great, great grandkids can also find and read the same story?
You should definitely consider it. This is too much valuable info to be lost in the depths of time.
What a delightful collection of memories you've shared here. Peggy, this was like looking into my own family album. In nearly all of our pictures, the family dog played an integral part. My brother wore a Cub Scout uniform just like in the pic you've shared and Dad was the Den Father. I had to laugh out loud at the cat that went up the pole wearing a bonnet. And your parents, what a beautiful couple - they look so young. Mine were married in 1945 - we share so much in common memories.
Very beautiful and fascinating Hub. I love these old photos. Although I live in a very far away place from Wisconsin they make me remember my childhood days too. Thanks.
Lovely childhood memories! It is really shocking and dismaying how much the world has changed. I grew up in the 60s and 70s (the Wonder Years). The best thing about my childhood was that kids could and were expected to leave the house early in the morning and stay out until dark! Nobody bothered us. Nobody knew where we were! We weren't afraid! We climbed trees and rode bikes and caught crawdads and fish and turtles and didn't come home until it was too dark to see! Kids couldn't possibly do that these days, and it's a crying shame! Voted up, awesome and shared! :)
That was such a pleasure to read! It is so nice to see all of those pictures, and hear your stories.
I have a great aunt from Wisconsin (although it's a different part as where you're from... in Exeland), and another great aunt that lives in Zion, IL, which seems to be fairly close. I have been to Illinois a couple of times, but not to Wisconsin since I was very little.
Thank you for sharing this with us, and for letting me know about this post. It is so much fun to read about childhoods.
Have a wonderful weekend!
What a lovely hub presentation Peggy and truly a labor of love on your behalf. I was reminded of that classic song by Barbara Streisand from the movie - The Way we were - and of course my own family albums, especially since my dear mum and dad are gone now and I live in this world without any family except for my beloved cats Mister Gabriel and Little Miss Tiffy
Always so nice to connect with me and thank you sincerely for your trip down memory lane and sending warm wishes and good energy to you from the three of us at lake erie time ontario canada 4:57pm where the sun has been shining but it's still early in March and a month to go until spring I would say
Hi Peggy, apologies for not getting round to you again sooner! I so enjoyed this hub. It reminded me of the good old days when I grew up as a member of a large family. I loved all that we learned in such a practical way, and have so many skills to use in life. It is great to have the opportunity now of following you, as we have a lot in common. I have only been on HP two months now, so still a newbie, and learning. Who would ever have thought in those bygone gentle days that we would be communicating with others on a daily basis all over the world?!
Beautiful hub, with such beautiful photos, enjoyed seeing the pictures :)
Thank you for sharing, voted up and sharing!
Such a nice remembrance of times gone by! Great photos of a beautiful family! I hope you have shared this hub with all your relatives and friends so that they can enjoy looking back as well. Things were so much simpler then weren't they?
Voted up, and sharing with my followers!
Peggy, you are welcome. The stories about my childhood was Mama and the Prowler, and the Paranormal one and the one that I am writing right now, which is extremely hard, my childhood was not so mild.
I loved reading about your family and looking at your pictures. This brought memories of my own childhood. But mostly we kids worked in the spring, summer and fall, and I hated winters. The house we lived in was cold and my favorite place was on top of the box for the firewood.
Voting you up, beautiful and interesting.
I loved looking at all your family pictures, and reading your story. It was wonderful and refreshing!
Memories, aren't they great! I grew up in the 50s also and though there were bad times, I prefer to recall the good: swimming in the river, hikes in the hills of Oregon, playing in the desert of Calif, Picking wild strawberries in Northern Calif--I guess you can see I lived lots of places growing up!
Beautiful family photos. I envy you. I have maybe one or two, possibly three. Thank you for sharing your childhood with us :)
Thanks for sharing, Peggy, a truly wonderful time!! I can understand why you love it...it's hard to find such an environment these days. I vote up and share too!
I haven't written about my childhood, but I may include some elements from my real life in the fantasy novel I'm working on :)
I enjoyed reading this story and I loved the photos. No wonder you call those days the good old days. My childhood wasn't similar, but it was nice in some other ways. Voted up!
Hi, Peggy, I just came back to see if I could share this time!
Physically our childhoods could not have been more different, I lived in a city, in a working class area of terraced two up two down housing and with no garden or green areas near the houses.
However, we do share the same kind of memories, of a wonderful carefree time with no conscious fear of bad things and people.
Also our doors like yours remained most of the time unlocked and although I lived in a city in our neighbourhood we knew almost everyone in the few streets close to us.
Thank you Peggy for sharing your lovely memories and for giving us a peek into your past through you family photographs :D
Voting up and hitting buttons as I go Maggs :D
Times just seem so much simpler back then. Wonderful Hub, really.
Peggy- Thank you for sharing all of these great pictures and so many of your childhood memories. I can tell that you truly cherish those good ol days in your writing and I can definitely understand why. It reminded me of some of the times I had with my cousins, growing up in the country where my grandma lives. It sounds like you have a wonderful family and the Wisconsin country sounds beautiful. Thank you for sharing this with all of us. Voting up and beautiful, sharing :)
Great hub! I'm so happy for you that you can wrap yourself in such wonderful memories.
Peggy....Hello, and nice to meet you! I am so glad you commented on one of my hubs, so that I could look you up! Browsing through your list of hubs, I went directly to this one...as a Boomer, of course, it caught my eye.
I wish I could impress upon you how very much I could relate to sooooo much of what you wrote about family life back then. There are so many similarities, I don't know where to begin.
It was such a wonderful time in those days......I can only remember it all with fondness, much like you do. "Family" activities, the creative things we kids did to keep busy and entertained... A complete world of difference from today, ....to say the LEAST.
I especially loved the precious photos you shared. Gosh, Peggy....most of those pictures can be compared to the albums and boxes-full I have in my closet.
The picture of kids gathered round a birthday cake, and in front of the playhouse your Dad built. Our Dad built us something new every month.....swings, wagons, desks.....he loved to work in his little work shop.......Believe this or not, Peggy, we had a cocker spaniel nearly identical to Rusty......His name was Golden Boy (Goldie)....to get even more unbelievable......I have a blk & wht snapshot of our Goldie, sitting down,outside in the snow. This hub began getting "spooky" to me..LOL
And the First Communion picture! I have one of those too, but in my case, my older sister stood next to me.......No brothers.......just Pat and I. Your little "white gloves"......oh my, we never went anywhere "special" without being all dolled up....including gloves, hat & purse.
You have taken me on a sweet and happy walk down memory lane, Peggy! I just LOVE this story!! Voted UP and SHARING!!
Wow Peggy W, you did took us to amazing memory lane of your childhood days, i could not help but wonder if i can re-construct my own childhood memory as you did here, superb! I like your photo between Rusty and Mamie, it is beautiful. Excellent article, voted up, interesting and shared.
Very cool hub. I often times think I was born in the wrong era. I wish life was as calm as what you described from back there. Not that it was calm, but people had strong values and worked hard for what they had. Now a days, you don't see that. Great hub about the good old days.
I also have to say - small world. I grew up in Green Bay, Wisconsin area. Not to far from where you grew up. My family actually still lives there. I moved when I joined the military in 1998. Small world!
My husband likes to watch TV land, those shows with Dick Van Dyke and Leave it to Beaver because times were simpler. That's when you could leave your kids out to play, people had more respect for one another and kids did not rebel to the extreme they do now. Gosh business was done with hand shake. Today we can connect through Hub Pages. I wonder where this will be in 30 years?
Peggy loved this hub. You lived the life my husband lived in Wisconsin. My life was good too, but we traveled because of Daddy being in the military. I remember laying in the grass looking up at the stars. My parents were the kind that let us bring our tadpoles and little fish we caught and keep them in our room along with frogs or whatever little type of animal we had. We weren't rich but happy. Voted Up and shared.
A super hub to visit again and share Peggy. Can you believe growing up as a teenager here most everyone thought the 50s were ultra uncool and boring. That opinion has changed considerably since then though lol.
Hi, Peggy.
Thanks for your heartwarming response to my post. From the 4th-7th grade, I had a very sunny, good-natured friend that I hung out with, and she accepted me in spite of and for my differences. During the summer prior to our both entering the 8th grade (mid-1960's, she moved to another town closer to Boston) When I reached my Sophomore year of high school, however, I acquired another friend, and we frequently hung out together through our high school years. We drifted apart for awhile, as she attended college out of state, and then she fell in love and got married, back in the late 1970's, she's still happily married to the same guy, and has two grown sons, one of who graduated from college and the other who's presently in college.
We still keep in touch via telephone every so often, and occasionally see each other and get together for something special. My friend from elementary school and middle school days is now married, with two grown kids, and living out of state.
As for myself, I'm still single (a lot by choice), and am a silversmith who resides in a large artists' community just outside Boston.
I just spent a delightful 45 min. reading this Hub. It took that long to read and study the photos you included. I felt like I was in your home going through your family albums, and I have to tell you I really enjoyed my 45 minutes! I loved everything about your telling of growing up in the 50's. I could relate to a lot of your descriptions of the family, and your life then. My heart breaks when I think of the children growing up now that come from abusive homes and parents who use drugs and don't care for their children. I knew you and I had a lot in common! I have to vote this Hub UP, etc.etc.
Wow - This is such an awesome hub! I love the photos with Sheba the beautiful German Shepherd. They are my favorite breed of dog, and so intelligent. I had one for ten years that I fell in love with right away. She had an immune deficiency that we didn't know she had when we bought her from the breeder. By the time we realized what he told us was "puppy acne" that she would outgrow wasn't true, it was too late since we were already attached to her. That summer cottage on Okauchee Lake is absolutely lovely with it's covering of snow. You all look so happy in the photos. You did a great job on this hub! Voted up, useful, awesome, beautiful, interesting and shared!
Peggy, This was seriously one of my favorite hubs. I love looking at old photos and hearing about how things were in the 50s. If I didn't know any better, I was living in my past life in the 50s. Loved the photos and the entire hub. Voted up, awesome, and beautiful.
This is one of my favorite hubs on family. Grew up in an era when the 50s were looked on as uncool and boring. Now they're reflected on with a different mind-set in so very many ways.
I very much enjoyed reading your hub. It brought back wonderful memories, many of which I haven't thought of in some time. It's funny how simple life seemed back then. Voted up!
Peggy W, we could be twins! Except that I lived in snowy upstate New York. We had a path to my grandparents house through the field. All your photos looked so familiar. I have 2 brothers, and when I was 14 my Mom had my sister. We were very lucky to have a stay-at-home Mom right up until I was 12. My parents then bought a grocery store that my mother ran for many years. Before that she baked bread, made homemade desserts every day, etc. We all sat down at the table as a family. Your pictures certainly take me back. I really think that the 50's were THE best time to grow up. Thank you for this lovely look back. Voted Up and awesome!
A wonderful hub. Thanks for sharing your precious photos. Makes us all remember our childhood days. A happy childhood and good upbringing remains with us throughout our lives. I believe that we should all strive to give our children and grand-children a Happy Childhood.
Thanks for the treat! It's nice to find a kindred spirit! I really miss the innocence of the 50s. Things were so simple and carefree then!
I enjoyed your hub very much and want to thank you for visiting mine!
what a beautiful summary of one's family...'family saga' in heartfelt words and images, thank you for sharing, happy that I found the time to stop by and and thank you so much dear Peggy for acknowledging my anwser to your great question...without your cleverly written question there would be no hub about it...so my BIG THANK YOU TO YOU:)
I love your parents' wedding photo. What precious people.
So, you got your first Brownie, eh?
The stories you told brought a warm feeling over me. I have some similar memories. But I do not have have the sharp, clear photographs as you do. The one of the Boy Scout Troop is wonderfully made as is the one of your Mother with Sheba and the magnificent shot of Rusty. All of the pictures are lovely.
Great pics, great writing. Thank you for this pleasure.
She's American. My brother's lived in the States for over 40 years now. Washington, Long Island and Philly. My niece has 4 degrees! Uni of Pennsylania, Uni of Wisconsin and Harvard that side. Oxford this side and currently a phd at Cambridge. Don't ask me what they're all in, I get confused!
Hi Peggy, greetings from the UK side of the pond. I love the sense of Americana in this hub. The photos are amazing and highly evocative of an earlier time. Everything seems so still and peaceful in them. A time when people still had space to reflect. The only connection I can offer is my niece did a degree at the University of Wisconson in Madison.
Thanks for a relaxing 15 minutes.
I really enjoyed reading your hub Peggy. You're making me reminisce about my own childhood now. Some of it was pretty bad, but mostly I really it.
I have a 3 year old daughter and I do my utmost each and every day to see that she is happy and can look back with incredibly fond memories.
Voted up and beautiful. :)
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