Please ignore the Politically Incorrect child doing her best stereotypical Native American impression, fake tomahawk and all.
My purpose of this particular post is the actual kitchen itself. This was probably taken in the summer of 1969, when I was 4-1/2 years old, and right before I started kindergarten. We're talkin' "Stone Age" here. My cousins who read this will probably laugh, as I do, about the fact that my mom's kitchen has barely changed since this picture was taken. They had to get a new fridge and new dishwasher, and they changed the wall paper in the late 90's. Other than that, the stove, cabinets, table & chair, counter and sink, and the light fixture on the ceiling, are original, and predate this photo (the stove was bought in 1964). My parents were of the mind that, if it ain't broke, don't fix (or remodel) it. Over and above that, my mom has never been able to make a timely decision in her life. She will agonize for years over a wall paper pattern. The hallway stayed in it's slowly cracking sheetrock glory for about 6 years before she finally decided on a pattern. She's the first one to admit that she is very indecisive. And people wonder why I grew up to be impulsive. And also to have white painted walls.
My parents were extremely frugal. Why buy books when there's a library where you can get them for free? Tape the songs off the radio, don't waste money on the album. Rent the video, don't buy it. Coupons coupons coupons. Mom would tally up her grocery savings each week, and then put all the money she'd saved in a mayo jar under the hutch cabinet. They were generous with me because they only had one child, but I was not lavished, indulged and spoiled with all the latest crap that many of my schoolmates had. I may have been an only child, but I was no Nellie Olsen.
But now I understand how they were able to send me to college without burdening me with student loans, and for that I am grateful.