The absolute peak of luxury as a child

That Lady in PA said:
food, and a new item of clothing
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Same here. Me too. New clothes that actually fit would have been a luxury.
My few were all too short and all had the hems let out.
No hand me downs when youre taller than a lot of the adults in your family. :D

Sometimes on a weekend Mom and I would share a pint of ice cream a large soda and a bag of chips.
Back then I thought it was a luxury. Now its still a luxury. I can afford it but Im on a diet. #sigh
 
I was pretty much stone country and didn’t know or care if I was missing out on any material things. The pinnacle for me was the spring I turned 12 and my first horse was delivered to our farm.

On a lateral with that, was the colt that sweet mare delivered a year later. I was allowed to keep him, raising and training him under my granddad’s watchful and experienced eye. Sonny stayed with me his entire lifetime. He was 29 and I was 42 when I laid him to rest. We did our share of riding in parades, sliding down power lines, river banks, and digging up the other side.❤️❤️. Sonny was a terrific children’s horse in his teens. I could pile my son and his cousins on Sonny’s back and send them on their way, around the pond in the woods, back to the house. A big deal trail ride for small children😇😇

Granddad’s farm, 1965. I was 18, Sonny was five and our journey was just beginning.
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CallMeKate said:
I never thought about it back then... but with today's perspective, I suppose the peak of luxury to me as a child would have been having a bedroom to myself and not having to share with my sister. :giggle:
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I didn't think about it much then either. But i adored my 3 older sisters. Tho even as a child i valued alone time i missed them being around when they were in school before i was old enough for it. And when they went off for 6-8 weeks in late summer to work at 'Tobacco Camp' in their later teens.

When we moved to house on main part of river (had lived on an inlet my first 4 yrs) all 4 of us shared a room, albeit a huge one, 2 to a bed.
 
Having a car. We lived in a city and didn't "need" one, but I really, really wanted one. Didn't get it until I was married. DH was an Army officer stationed in Germany, and since there was no war going on in Europe, I was able to move there, and we had a beautiful apartment. We bought our first car, a VW "beetle" and I learned to drive on the Autobahn. I thought I was in heaven.

But after a year, his Army term was up and we had to return to the U.S. and reality. The car came with us.
 
A strange one to mention, but having my own very small green suitcase when we moved.
Before that, mom would pack all three of us boys in the same large suitcase.

Picking what went in it was a constant revision, put this in, take that out.

Carrying it through an airport or into a motel room, I felt like a World Traveler.
 
When my parents got a King size bed, I decided we must be rich! No one I knew had parents with King size beds. Not even the people who owned the furniture store in our town. They were friends to my parents and must have sold that bed to them. But they did not have one in their house. I knew because I baby sit their young sons a few times...no King bed in that house...
 
Somewhere in my 4th year of life we moved from a house on an inlet of the Little Manatee River to one on the river proper, where on the populated side of the river the bank sloped steeply and the house was 8 -10 ft above high tide level, meaning less worry of flooding in a hurricane.

But the real luxury was having electricity and indoor plumbing.
 

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