A Christmas Story....
The time setting brings back memories.
We were the typical family, poor without knowing it, one job, one car, a small house with one bathroom, party line telephone, one black and white TV with 4 channels, very few toys, only enough clothing to get by for a week, a washing machine, but no dryer so we hung clothers on a line. Even when we got the dryer, the line was used most days.
Saturday morning cartoons and kid related TV shows, Howdy Doody, Sky King, Roy Rogers, Lone Ranger, Yancy Derringer, etc.
An ice cream truck made its rounds most summer days, and you could buy a fudgecycle for 6 cents.
We walked to school, bought savings bonds at school, got our polio shots at school, and if you failed a grade, you repeated it.
There were no playgrounds or parks nearby, but we were lucky to live near some "woods" where we played, pretending to be Daniel Boone or Davy Crockett, and so on.
And LifeBuoy soap, for swearing....