In today's world we have people earning next-to-nothing- wages, believing they can afford a palatial house, but not the mortgage that goes with it...Two or more cars in the obligatory three-bay garage...40" flat screen TVs for the kids...Endless electronic gadgets, and expensive toys, normally reserved exclusively for someone finally reaching 'adulthood.' College for a high school simpleton kid, who has been brainwashed by a pathetic Progressive public school system to mistakenly believe he is 'special,' and because of his uniqueness, he will never have to really work for a living.
'Most people in the Fifties saved money for big purchases, and people who earned peanuts did not buy houses, and the idea of endless purchasing of luxury and unnecessary items was considered a weakness and something to be ashamed of. If you couldn't afford it, and you couldn't save for it'* - you went without it--there was a minimum of whining and bitching because it was only common sense, and as my father would say...'this is the way it is--work for it, or else, you really don't need it.'
But no one really cared, because somehow we knew, we were living future generation's memories. **
Those of us who were lucky enough to be kids in 'the fiftys' experienced all these things, and so much more. And now it is just a matter of tolerating our existence, viewing and listening to all the wanna-be apprentice amateur sculptors, chipping away at what was intended to be today's kid's, future memories.
In the history of this country, kids raised in the 50s are rather unique. Satisfied, mostly successful winners, knowing we are probably the only generation who never envied OUR parent's memories.
*anonymous words from the net (regretfully, author unknown)