Good old days??? The 1950s???

Not for me. Right off the bat, in 1950, my father died. My grandfather in 1953. My grandmother in 1957. My mother was always worried about money to feed, clothe, and house us. We kids were concerned about school and grades. One day our car was rear-ended by a cop in a Cadillac -- no money to fix it, and we breathed carbon monoxide for several months (which has made me a living CO detector). My mother got her foot caught in a power mover (used, we couldn't afford new stuff) and required aover a hundred stitches -- money for medical bills! My brother got rheumatic fever and it affected his heart -- medical bills.

Phooey on THOSE good old days!