You may call yourself a baby boomer if you were one of the 76 million births after World War II, the years 1946-1964.
Here are some links for information about baby boomers:
After World War II, The U. S. economy was healthy (sigh), and people like my Dad, a high school graduate, got a job after he came out of the Air Force. Dad worked for New York State until he retired. We were never rich, but my parents owned a house, got a new car every few years, and were able to fill our bellies with lots of good food.
My dad grew up on a small farm in rural upstate New York. My grandfather grew enough food to feed his large family and sell some things to neighbors. It was the Depression, and times were tough. Every month or so, a neighbor would steal over to my grandfather’s farm and steal a chicken. My uncles wanted to chase him away, but they were always stopped by my grandfather.
Leave him be, boys. He’s a good man, he’s just trying to feed his family. I never met my grandfather because he died of a heart attack a few years after the start of World War II.
My father told that story every so often, to remind us that we had it good, compared to the lean years of the Depression.
Anyway, besides the house and the car, we had television.
Oh yes, black and white television, the subject of my next post.
