notquiteold

Nancy Roman

Opinionated

I am a pretty opinionated adult. Although, I am also very polite, and try not to insult other people’s opinions even if they are totally wrong differ from my own.

But I have an excuse for my many (though adorable) opinions.

I was born that way.

From the time I was in my crib wondering why my great aunt wasn’t more careful with her mascara, I just KNEW what worked and what fell short.

What I liked and what I didn’t.

Television helped. My parents got their first TV right when I was born. We (the Sylvania and I) were equally important to the family. Although being the third girl in a row, I will grudgingly admit that the television might have been saved just a little ahead of me had we ever had the need for an emergency evacuation.

Television is an amazing tool for creating and steering your values.

I knew by the age of six that:

– Colgate was better than Crest.

– Maxwell House was better than Chase & Sanborn.

– Lucky Strikes were better than Winstons.

– Tide was better than All.

– And Alka-Seltzer was better than eating right.

Being able to form these assisted judgments is the first step in being able to make important evaluations on your own.

Although I didn’t need a whole lot of help.

I just knew: (in order of appearance)

– Johnny Weissmuller was the real Tarzan. All others were fake.

– If your anklets were lacy you were rich.

– Trying to build anything with Lincoln Logs was just asking for disappointment.

– An episode of Spin and Marty was way better than a Mickey Mouse cartoon. Except it would have been even with girls.

– Shirley Temple was a much better dancer than singer, but nobody seemed to mind. Which meant that just one talent was enough to get you through life. (If you were pretty.)

– Hot dogs tasted better than hamburgers; chicken tasted better than pork chops. But nothing tasted better than spaghetti and meatballs.

– Christmas was better than your birthday, even though you got all the presents on your birthday. Which meant that everyone getting a little something was a good idea.

– Scraping your knee really hurt, but falling on your ass wasn’t really bad, so when roller-skating, always try to fall backwards.

– Eyeglasses were so cool, it was worth purposely flunking your eye exam, even if it never really worked. (Until that is, I actually needed glasses. Then they were dumb. Contact lenses were very cool.)

– Plaid was for boys.

– Parades were boring, but you didn’t want to miss one either.

– Bobby Rydell was cuter than Frankie Avalon. Fabian was cuter than Paul Anka.

– Donuts were better than cake.

– Patent leather shoes were wonderful, even if they were so stiff they gave you blisters on the back of your ankles.

– Speaking of shoes, doll shoes were a complete waste of money, since no doll would wear them for more than six minutes before one shoe went missing. (Glue did not help.)

– And speaking of money, dimes were the prettiest money. But whoever thought they should be smaller than nickels and pennies was not thinking very clearly.

And finally – and most important:

– My father was the best looking man in the whole world. And he was funny and smart. And my mother was the most gorgeous and stylish person that ever existed. And she was funny and smart. They were better than movie stars. And I wanted to be just like them.

easter 1958

Me, 1958. With my mother’s style and my father’s face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

23 Comments

  1. Love this post!! Everything you write about is so familiar to me.

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    • So which did you like better…. Shindig or Hullaballoo?

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    • Sally Habib

      You had the same parents and clothes as me !
      My Mom skimped on food so we could have
      stylish clothes ! Couldn’t have had
      a better childhood !

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  2. there needs to be a love button for this post ~ I loved how you spoke of your parents and I agree – very handsome and oh so stylish!!

    Cheers, MJ

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    • Thanks. No offense to anyone else’s parents, but mine were the best!

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      • Susan E Ritchie

        Maybe – but my father was smart enough to take the picture. Love the post.

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  3. Clever post! I am sure you are still stylish! Cheers!

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  4. Ray G

    And “Kitten” (Lauren Chapin on Father Knows Best) was prettier than Annette.

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    • Kitten was homely. Even Annette was prettier and that isn’t saying much. Elinor Donahue, who played Betty on Father Knows Best, was gorgeous.

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  5. I think I just reverted to my fifth birthday. I didn’t notice my father had an accent until I was sixteen, but then I thought it was cool.

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    • Having an accent is very cool indeed. British was the best. Then French.

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  6. You took me back. Thanks.

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  7. Bobbi

    LOVE, love this post….and as it has already been said, your words are so familiar to me. I love your comparison of Christmas and birthdays. Made me think that one question might be a good judge of a person’s character…is your birthday or Christmas better? Certainly would let you know if they like giving or receiving.

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    • I never thought about it that way, but you’re right.. it could be a good test.

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  8. This post brought back some great memories for me! Thank you….

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  9. I never thought my father was particularly handsome, but – man, oh man – was he smart (and opinionated)!!! His ideals influenced me greatly pver the years (for better and for worse … LOL!) My mother, on the other hand, was the one who provided a calm guiding hand and kept me from getting into (too much) trouble (her mantra was always ‘If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all’ – the opposite of what my father would have done!). As for TV – well, a significant amount of what I ‘know’ about life came from what I saw on TV in the 60s (again, for better and for worse!) Great post!

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    • I seldom heard my mother say a bad word about anyone. I NEVER heard my father say a bad word about anyone. He had the kindest heart.

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      • Ray G

        You got that right (as Spin or Marty might have said).

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  10. Fun post. I remember so much of that. But I am not old. And for the record my mom made the best pie and my dad could fix anything…

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    • My mother was only an average cook at best – but we never minded. My father was not exactly good at fixing things… I think perhaps that he could, but he’d rather let an expert do it. He had a great appreciation for mechanics and plumbers and anyone great at a trade.

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      • Perfect. Even more perfect that these perfect parents had a couple of teeny weeny flaws — which in turn were not flaws because you all had a fine sense of proportion. Thank you, this was a joy.

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  11. Love that picture! And very funny post. I wasn’t allowed to watch much TV but still managed to be amazingly opinionated based on my parents’ utterings:)

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