In
the stone age, IE pre-1950. Life was a bit different. There was much less
automobile traffic because there was much more public transportation. There was
a streetcar line a half block from our house. Because of their electric
propulsion, they were nonpolluting. You didn’t have to find a parking place for
your streetcar and there were no gasoline, insurance and maintenance costs.
It’s a damned shame that all of that
went away.
In
the winter in Cleveland,
after a snowfall, there were even streetcars equipped with snow plows. During
those cold cold Cleveland
winters, our houses needed to be heated. Back then, the primary source of heat
was from coal. Every so often, the house had to be replenished with coal, which
was bought by the ton. A truck would back up to the house , put out a chute and
deposit the coal in your coal bin. When it got cold and in Cleveland, it got very cold, the man of the
house would have to shovel some coal into the furnace. This was called “man’s
work”. It was very rigorous physical labor. I am told that my grandfather died
of a heart attack while shoveling coal into the furnace. At night, the fire had
to be banked to ensure the presence of hot coals the next
morning. Coal furnaces stunk up the entire neighborhood and caused severe air
pollution. Coal smoke even caused many deaths in London
after WW2 and because it is foggy in England that is where the term Smog
was coined. By the early 1950s most houses’ furnaces were converted to gas
heat.
In the late 1940s we had an ice box, not a
refrigerator. Every few days the iceman would cometh and come right into our
house through the back door and load a fresh block of ice into the box. We also
had milkmen back then. Every few days a milkman would come up the driveway and
put our order into the milk chute. Telephones only had seven digit phone
numbers. If you wanted to make an expensive long distance call, you had to dial
zero for a telephone operator and tell her where you wanted to call. She would
then connect you to a long distance operator who would connect you to a local
operator who would then connect you to your “party”. Speaking of parties, if
you wanted to save money on the telephone, you could get a party line. A party
line meant that there would be several other “parties” or subscribers on your
line. You would have a distinctive ring to know that an incoming call was for
you. The other party(s) could also snoop and listen in to your calls. The
telephones had dials until the early sixties when “Touch tone” was introduced.
My aunt actually had a phone without a dial. You would pick up the “receiver”
and wait for an operator to come on the line and then tell her what number you
wanted to call. When referring to operators, I keep saying her because, back
then, they were all females.
All cars had stick shifts and none were
air-conditioned. Half of the cars didn’t have radios in them and all of the
radios in the cars were AM. The heaters in most cars really sucked and barely
kept you from freezing to death. By the early fifties, a lot of the new cars
had “two tone” paint jobs. You were really cool if your car had whitewall
tires.
People didn’t stray too far from home back then. A
vacation usually consisted of a less than two hundred mile trip in the family
car to some crappy campground. Any trip of over twohundred miles was usually
taken on a train and hardly anyone except the very rich flew on an airplane.
No TV until about 1948 when the neighbors bought a set
with a six inch screen and there was nothing being broadcasted most of the time
but test patterns. No TV dinners to heat in non-existing microwave ovens. We
went to the movies a lot. There was a theater, The Rex, half a block away down
at the corner. There was also a market down at the corner. Not a supermarket
but a market which sold mostly canned food and had bulk Oreo and Fig Newton
cookies out of bins. To buy meat, you went to a butcher’s market which were
everywhere.
My dad worked at Republic Steel as a maintenance
electrician and was paid on Fridays. We would go to the corner bar around the
corner and across the street from my grandma’s house to cash his check. Friday
evenings were fish fry night in Ohio
and I still love the taste of fresh water perch which I rarely get on the West
Coast. Bars back then could sell 3.2% alcohol beer to eighteen year olds and
when I turned 18, it was a big thrill for me to have a few beers at a bar with
my dad. Being I had been a regular customer, or my dad had, the bar tenders
would slip me 6% beers sometimes.
When I was fourteen most of the boys in the hood had
Whizzer moterbikes or a motor scooter
and when I got my Cushman a law was passed in Ohio that fourteen year olds
could get a restricted motor-driven
cycle license which was limited to five horsepower. A round yellow decal had to
be affixed to the rear fender to notify the cops that you were legal. Of course
somehow a lot of cycles over five HP started sprouting the stickers.
Cleveland, to me, is like New York. It’s a nice place to visit but I’m
glad I don’t live there anymore. Cleveland and ex-wives are wonderful fodder
for jokes. All I have to say is it’s just like Cleveland or just like an ex-wife and I get
some chuckles.