I'm a news junkie. Yes, hate to admit it, but if I'm not watching a major news channel, I usually have it on as background noise. Although... lately the news has been more like a circus than a serious reporting of current events.
One snippet caught my attention yesterday. In 1949 Harry Truman raised the minimum wage in America from .40 cents an hour to .75 cents. A pittance, right? But in those days that was an almost 100% increase (if I messed up the math there, forgive me). Revolutionary! Much of the news cycle today is about minimum wage and having enough money to live a decent life. How did anyone do it on .75 cents an hour?
In the late fifties, I was old enough to run to the corner market for my mother. And I remember what some things cost in those days. I could buy an ice cream bar for .10 cents. A candy bar was .05 cents. A can of tomato sauce was .08 cents. And a loaf of bread was .25. Would I go back to those days? No. I still wonder how people who lived on less than $7.00 a day survived.
Not all of you reading this blog today are my age, but I'm curious what you remember from your own childhood days of shopping at the supermarket (or corner store). What could you buy for .10 or .20 cents?
What does any of this have to do with romance and writing? Not much unless you see "the good ol' days" as heartwarming like the books we write. Would you go back?
As for getting old, I'm going to continue living with the little white lie I keep telling myself - How come everyone my age looks so much older than me?