A recent post brought up the topic of childhood stories, in a very personally impactful way. I grew up in rural Pennsylvania, with the first childhood home I remember in Cranberry, PA. We moved there when I was 3 or 4, so I have very vague memories of living elsewhere earlier, but those are only fragments.
Someone recently posted an image of a postcard of that early home in an online group. Where I lived had been a really old version of a resort, kind of like a motel, but based on the theme of people renting cabins while they traveled on an old US highway. Even that form of travel experience had ended long before I was born. US 322, that road, was more or less equivalent to the old Route 66, replaced by the US interstate system in the 1950s. I grew up there in the 70s; I'm getting up there in age now.
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those cabins were kind of elaborate, just small, as houses go |
I wrote some stories of that childhood experience in that post, as comments, which I'll share here. It was another time and another world. The fragments of memories paint a picture of earlier US culture that is still recognizable, but far different than the current form.
What was different? It was a simpler time. There were no cell phones, no internet, and not so much in terms of societal problems (crime, gangs, drug epidemics, random shootings, child kidnapping, etc.). It wasn't ideal; some people still did terrible things, and US society was struggling to place that. Drinking alcohol was so completely accepted that maybe in today's framing it would have been considered an "epidemic." One set of my grandparents declined in health in their 60s and died in their 70s from impact from that.
What I communicate could seem idealized, because it relates to positive memories, and societal trends were colored by positive filtering. Was it so much better that people would more often ice skate, go sled riding, and build snowmen back then? Maybe, or maybe not. A reader can place that framing bias for themselves.
On with some stories then, starting with what I typed for comments:
I grew up there, moving there just before kindergarten, and moving away at 13. These comments are right; it's right beside and behind the Cranberry mall, which is where the Sky High Drive-in had been. There was a mini mall complex there at one point. There had been a mini golf place in front of it. My parents had a pond renovated there, but I don't remember what the pond was like before then.
Most of the cabins were there when we moved in. They rented out the best condition cabins as small homes, maybe a half a dozen earlier on. Two older guys who escaped from Polk mental health facility lived there, and lots of other tenants. One of my earliest childhood memories is of climbing under those cabins in the winter to fix frozen water lines, of course at the coldest times. One larger cabin had burned down, and as kids we thought that maybe someone died in that fire.
A giant sawdust pile well behind the cabins area was related to the history of the native forest being cleared to the ground, in the early 20th century. One giant oak remained of that old forest, and the rest of the woods was only some decades old. We called that oak tree George. We lived in the main cabin building, which the next residents destroyed when they moved in. I grew up in the woods behind those buildings, on 100 acres of land. My mom would ring a good sized bell to call us in, from being left to our own to ride bikes, climb trees, or do whatever else.
We planted the trees in a then-empty field that would now block a view of there. In the winter we would ice skate on that pond. Old artifacts in abandoned cabins were treasures for us, but there wasn't much of value left behind. My parents had an oil well drilled, and it produced, but not much. There were remnants of older oil well equipment on the land. We tapped maples to make syrup there, and picked wild blackberries and elderberries that my mom made into pies.
It was a pretty busy 9 years, and growing up in the 70s I experienced the older world. Holidays felt completely different; family connections were different. My parents developed haunted hayrides that extended from earlier Halloween parties. People didn't even eat the same diets then. If you look in an old Betty Crocker cookbook people really were eating those odd sorts of foods, casseroles, Jello salads, and such.
That house on the right is where I lived; I remember all sorts of strange aspects of it. There was a root cellar; now people might not have heard of such a thing. I raised pigs in a building that probably should be in-frame blocking the view of the house.
I learned to drive a bulldozer by the time I was 10; I remember my sister nearly getting injured logging when she would have been about 8 (spectating, but I also did the work). Mowing all those lawns was crazy. Somehow as kids we liked all the garter snakes that lived in the yards, and would bring them inside for a visit, which freaked out our mother. It was an amazing time.
Differences in culture and lifestyle then
All of this paints a picture of a different time, like the Wonder Years movie experiences, and it was really sort of like that. Things seemed simpler. Really people had the same sorts of aspirations, habits, desires, and limitations. It didn't seem like a booming economy made life simple and easy; people worked hard to build lives for themselves. Both my parents worked, and we rented out those cabins, and did projects like an external house renovation to add income to support their financial stability and goals. We did our own auto repair, and our own home maintenance, essentially everything. I raised pigs to support our food supply, and we hunted for game for sustenance, more so than for sport.
Some parts seem idealized in relation to changes that are as negative as positive now. Holidays have become more commercial. As children Christmas was about us getting gifts then, but people held family gatherings more, and schools made more of traditional themes like singing carols, and making artwork. Of course all of that still applies, but not in the exact same forms as back then.
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Sky High Drive-In, 1950s (the area in front of that home, photo credit here) |
To me this picture reference tells a couple of interesting stories, one part related to what was in those notes. The small patch of woods in the upper left would be part of that property but not the part shown in the postcard photo. That's further back (out of frame at the top), and facing right in this photo perspective.
They had stripped that land bare to develop it for farming, which had to have happened prior to 1948, if that drive-in movie theater went in then (per that article). Based on my understanding of forest and tree growth now that entire forest area around that home really might have only been about 30 years old, or maybe a little older, even though there were lots of 20-some foot tall trees there then. To me as a child it was a mature, primeval forest, but looking back that's just not how it was.
There were lots of connections to even older culture, and older industrial / economic forms there. I'd mentioned old oil well history on that land, and my grandparents lived in a place where coal mining had been prominent for quite some time (in Coal Hill, not so far away). These aren't really cultural aspects, in the sense of talking about holiday observances, but economic themes, land use, and culture all tie together.
Oil City, one of two nearby communities, was a booming center for petroleum processing in the US in the 1970s, and that has completely ended since; it just doesn't happen there. Oil was first obtained by drilling in Titusville, PA, a main step in the US industrial era. An entire manufacturing sector boomed and faded to essentially be gone now between the late 40s and the current day, mostly gone in the 90s.
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Drake Well; the first oil well based oil production in the world (and my family) |
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a reconstruction of Drake's first oil well |
These fragments don't seem to do justice to describing the culture I grew up in. Maybe it sounds more ideal than it really was, or I suppose maybe worse than it was, to some. More specifics about my own life might help place that time and perspective
Other defining early memories
I grew up with foster siblings. My father was a social worker, for an entire career, and that idealism, and awareness of that process and system, led them to help kids who needed a temporary place to stay. At least one lived with us for years; it wasn't always so temporary. Maybe 20 different kids stayed with us. It might seem like I'm claiming that it was a more idealistic time, but of course the same general theme carries over to today. Those agencies compensate host families for providing that support. Those kids were fine; we never really experienced any of the problems one might imagine coming up. They were grateful to be well cared for and we were happy to share space and experiences with them.
We grew up with tenants living nearby then too, and had a lot more contact with extended family than seems normal now. Community orientation seemed different, not just for me, but in general. I've lived in a number of places since where transplants make up a lot of the local population (Dallas and Austin, Texas, two places in Colorado, in Honolulu, and others) and people seem less connected to areas that they weren't always from. Family networks aren't there, for transplants, and there are no childhood memories and old family practices to continue on with.
Maybe in some sense even the economically impoverished local area is better off now, in some ways, than it was back then. Not for the more vacant areas, or hardest hit families, but to me there is a feeling of comfort and plentitude "back home" that wasn't the same in the 70s, to the extent I remember it then. People didn't necessarily own two cars, a medium sized house, ATVs and golf carts, motorcycles, and so on, and a higher degree of ownership and consumption seems normal now. It was normal for people to work hard to live a basic life. Eating out in restaurants was more of an event than a normal part of life, as it has become. Even trivial new things like McDonald's starting to serve breakfast seemed really novel.
Electronics has changed a lot, of course. Local television had three channels growing up, as was true everywhere in the US. We would get some degree of fuzzy UHF reception, where we could watch black and white Godzilla episodes, but there just wasn't much there. My grandparents had a "party line" phone; you shared the access with neighbors, in the same way two people in a household might both try to use a land line at the same time.
In general the rest was what one would expect of that level of development. Later VHS tapes being developed took some emphasis off movie theater experience. I played Atari video games a lot after that time period, but in my early childhood such things didn't really exist. We did own Pong, essentially the first video game, as far as I know. Two vertical white lines simulated paddles, and a dot was a ball, so it was like tennis or ping pong.
As kids we did a lot of real life playing outside, because even something like cartoons were only shown on Saturday mornings. It was rough play, in a sense, jumping ramps on bikes, shooting bows, and so on. Our parents bought us a javelin to play with, the Olympic / track version of a throwing spear. We took a lot more risks then but somehow it seemed to work out.
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this was where we lived next, not far away |
I remember nature experience playing a big role in my childhood life experience, and the change of the seasons being very meaningful. I suppose all of that is roughly the same now, and the main difference would relate to nostalgic framing. Nature certainly hasn't changed.
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the next two generations, mixed together, having one of the same experiences |
What does all this really mean, in relation to mapping out societal or culture change? As much changed in my life circumstances as did related to US culture. I live in Bangkok now, most of the time, and in Honolulu part of the time. It's the exact opposite side of the world (that Thai city).
I like the idea that Thailand is just behind the US in a development curve, and a lot of local Thai culture from the past 20 years maps over to the US culture in the mid-20th century. That's not really how it works, but some parts of that perspective might hold up. Economic development is occurring just now in Thai society, over the past 20 years, as it was in the 50s through 80s in the US. There is a relaxed feel, and optimism, and some forms of problems haven't developed yet. Then also the two cultures are just different.
It's all what you make of it, anywhere and in any time period, and there are always plenty of struggles to go along with the potential and the successes. The real meaning is tied up in personal relationships. Maybe that did slip away, just a bit, with so many people in the US living with strangers in shared apartments, versus in homes with relatives they'll know across their entire lives. It's harder to say to what extent personal financial development is still available in the US. If you are born into the top 50% of income level it's all but a non-issue, because parents can give their kids the running start they'll need, but I've seen plenty of that bottom half in the past 35 years. I lived that out, for an extended time.
Again I'm mixing themes. They seem to naturally mix on their own, that different Americans would have different experiences based on personal history and financial fortune. Maybe I've only lived in an actual "slum" once in those harder years, and that kind of didn't count, because it was a Mexican neighborhood. No one there had any problem with me being white. Now onto race issues; the darker or more complicated themes mix with the rosier images of the past.
I grew up in such a white area that there was no minority theme to feel positively or negatively about. I can relate to people looking back on that simpler time and appreciating reduced problems, even if I can't usually follow perspective and interpretation of what that had been about, or how it applies to today. Obviously my wife is Asian now, and I'm the minority, living in Bangkok (most of the time, at least). Even in Honolulu people tolerate me being white, while seeing it as negative, in general. It's quite a perspective shift, actually being the minority, versus just being open to whatever degree to others are living that out.
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Chinatown outing; not a running theme in my childhood (and Eye represents Cranberry!) |
I'm glad that the US became a more diverse place, and that people who are minorities, or gay, or identify through other minority status are more openly accepted. Does that extend a bit far now, to the extent that some people are just making up status orientations that make no sense? I really don't know. Time will tell.
It was nice being a part of that earlier world too. It had some bright spots. Challenges were extreme enough that the rougher-edged stories I didn't really cover here could sound awful. My family built the one house shown; I worked long days bringing that to exist, for most of a year, or it probably was a year in total. I put roofs on lots of buildings as a child, by the age of 12, or maybe even 10. I did many things that OSHA would not have approved of. The toughness comes at a cost. The worst example was crawling into narrow, enclosed spaces to spread out fiberglass insulation. The level of exposure to glass fibers, and later effects from doing that, were kind of horrific.
My kids have it easier, but the life of greater ease comes at a cost too. Work ethic isn't something you pick up without experiencing trade-offs. Doing a sport isn't the same thing as building a house. The challenges that they have faced have been quite considerable, just in different ways, relating to adapting to different kinds of schools, and moving from one country to another.
They've experienced being poor, for better or worse; we are middle class in Bangkok and dirt poor in Honolulu. Maybe that part is ok, not so much as a memory to be nostalgic about (but then time will tell), but related to being exposed to different conditions and challenges. They won't look back with mixed feelings on their fingers and toes going numb doing building maintenance work, but it probably will seem funny thinking about sleeping on a floor, or walking places to save money in comparison with riding a bus.
Oddly they never really did need to make peace with being an outsider, even though they're essentially immigrants from another country. That's part of why we started our US residence there, where my wife and I both went to grad school (at UH Manoa). Most people are Asian, mixed race, or from somewhere else, and being all three makes you seem more normal than I would ever be regarded as locally. Maybe the whole world got smaller? Where I grew up didn't change that much; people are still isolated in that limited range local culture now. Which isn't such a bad thing, even if there are negative aspects of that, along with the positives.
One last story I wanted to pass on, about how open I was personally to diversity as a child, something that I can't fully place even now. My grandmother made Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls for us as kids, and asked us what we wanted, how ours should appear. I asked for mine to be black (and named him Frank, not really an important part of that story). Somehow I had a sense that my narrow life experience wasn't all there was, and even as a young child I felt the lack of that exposure. My narrow horizons have definitely broadened since then, but I now appreciate that cultural background all the more for it.
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building a snowman in St. Petersburg, Russia |
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they visited back home to build them in PA, just not very often |