Notes From a Boomer’s Childhood
The fondest memories of my childhood were the family summer vacations. Before corporations destroyed our towns, the best part of the vacation was the travel to and from your destination. Back in the day(the 50’s) with no air conditioning , The windows in the family car were down and the smell of the farms and the fresh air added to the stimulating scenery of small town America. Every passing town was different than the last. There was no same restaurant, hardware store, motel or gas station. I always enjoyed getting gas. There seemed to always be an interesting group of folks sitting around talking and drinking a bottle of soda.
My favorite stop was the restaurants. Our regular stop each year was a place where they had the Paul Bunyan Burger, which consisted of a third of a pound of fresh ground meat with onions and a thick slice of tomato on a huge soft bun. The choice of drink was a malt, not a puny shake but a real malt, made with real ice cream and blended in a huge metal container right in front of you. While enjoying my food, I always noticed an elderly lady quietly knitting while rocking back and forth in a squeaking chair in a side room to the kitchen. The following year the chair was empty, and her grand daughter, who worked as a waitress, said she passed the previous winter.
The memories are still with me, but the places are all gone now. All the towns are one endless display of huge corporate box stores and fast food chains. The folks working there all have name tags and uniforms. Gone is any form of creativity , warmness or camaraderie. On the highways are cars with windows up and air conditioners on. The folks are gabbing on cell phones , listening to i-pods or typing on a lap top. Instead of the smell of the farms and fresh air, the smell of the fast food bought at the last drive-through window runs through the car. I feel sad for all these folks; they never had the joy of experiencing the real small town America before our corporations reeked havoc on them.


