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Letter to the Editor:
The following is a letter from one of our members, Helen O'Kelley, as she was
reflecting on the changing century. We would like to share it with you here:
Dear Karin:
For a long time I've wanted to write about what Weston was like when we first arrived in 1958. If you can use it,
please do, or else I will just keep it for my children. I remember at the Center the cars were MUCH smaller. In
general a family might have one "good" car and one "station" car, the latter tended to be scruffy.
Station wagons were popular, the old "woodies" were already rare and special.
Our houses were also MUCH smaller and cost a lot less. In 1958 you could buy a Cape or a ranch house, in good condition,
for between $20,000 - $30,000. Between $30,000 - $40,000 would get you a Colonial-type house ... or a split level
like ours. For over $40,000 you could get a really nice interesting house. And every house had to be on two acres.
We didn't have central air. Then it was fans or window unit air conditioners. I saw my first dishwasher in a friend's
house in 1958.
Our animals (this is after all, Helen writing): There was no leash law, the dogs were let out, took a walk and
came in again (except two of mine, who were very bad, but that was in the eighties). Dogs would drop by and visit.
We tried hard not to feed them, but a drink of water was fine. We didn't have electric fences. Dogs seemed to be
better tempered then. I saw on the news recently that dog bites have increased 37% in the last ten years. Our dogs
and others walked with the children to the school bus stop AT THE END OF THE ROAD, not at the end of the driveway.
Whenever I walked our dogs, I always seemed to collect some more, to the delight of my children. There weren't
pet sitting services. You either put your animals into kennels or paid a neighborhood boy/girl (I think Mom always
helped too). It was fun to spoil the lonely animal, so we regularly bought shrimp for Kitty Lowenstein. Truly,
when one of my sons was able to drive, he fed and exercised some dogs belonging to Mr. Barkoff.
As I said earlier, the school bus didn't stop at every driveway to be greeted by a waiting Mom. On Birch Hill,
the bus stop was at the intersection of Birch Hill and Lords Highway at an old Onion Barn, maintained by Jimmy
Hogg. The children used to straggle to the bus in the morning and home again in the afternoon. There were scuffles,
but never anything serious. And, after waving the darlings goodbye from our back door, I could race in, happily,
and have another cup of coffee. The children always ate breakfast at home, mostly juice, cereal and toast. On snowy
mornings I used to make hot oatmeal so they would "have cotton wool round their hearts against the cold."
(My Mom's phrase.)
There were no videos and much gentler TV. We watched Little Rascals and Lassie and the Waltons. "Dark Shadows"
was about the scariest thing we saw. And we mostly watched the one TV in the family room. It was like a second
hearth, and if we watched the news, so did the kids. No, the boys didn't read much more than they do now, but the
girls used to read a lot and borrow innumerable books from the Weston Library. And, of course, my sons were NOT
perfect. There were lots of visits to the Principal's Office that the boys tried to keep from us.
We didn't have Nannies or Au Pairs, but we did have lots and lots of baby-sitters of either sex and they were 98%
wonderful. My husband insists that we paid them 50 cents an hour. As he was the one who paid them and drove them
home, I really don't remember. Sometimes I had to travel with my husband on business and be away three or four
days, never more. Then we had older ladies move in and "run the ranch." I believe they got between $15
and $20 per day. And, we helped each other. For over a year I took care of a neighbor's three year old, two days
a week, $5 a week. No problem.
Weston Center still looks the same, if you take away the cell phones and the big cars. Peter's was there and the
Liquor Store and the Hardware Store and Jimmy Hogg. Where the Bank is now, there was once a little department store
when you could buy underwear and casual clothes. They even had a fashion show, right there, in 1960. In the pharmacy,
you could get a prescription filled and have an ice-cream soda or other treat at the counter while you waited.
Any cars that you saw with lights on usually meant a funeral procession.
What we wore: Children could be outfitted at Greenberg's on Main Street in Westport, or Bloomingdale’s in Stamford.
Moms bought slacks and sweaters from Ann Taylor, tidier outfits from Peck & Peck or Franklin Simon. You could
get a really lovely long evening dress from Flair of Main Street for $35. Our husbands were shopping at Ed Mitchell's
even then. A business suit cost $60. 1 can't remember owning jeans and sneakers were for tennis.
We were more formal. Once I got a terrible scolding from a good girl friend because I picked the children up from
Field Club summer camp wearing a navy blue shift. "You must never do that again. " We really dressed
up for Saturday night parties. The same friend said, "You can't over-dress on a Saturday night." Sundays
were more casual.
We entertained at home quite a lot, but not very innovatively. Dinner parties were either roast beef or roast lamb
- beef fondue was daring. Always two desserts. A lot of quiche was served at brunches. Before a dinner party at
home, we often took the children to the Crest on the Post Road (now Playhouse Square), where they could have their
dinner of hamburgers and milk shakes.
There wasn't a deer problem. My middle son swears he didn't see a deer, except in a Zoo, until he was 15. I can
remember being so thrilled when we saw deer, very, very occasionally. Now I see them every day. There wasn't Lyme
disease to worry about, and we'd never heard of AIDS.
Two other changes ... and I'm not even going to mention computers because I don't have one. But there were hardly
any catalogs in the mail. Perhaps a few from the big department stores at Christmas, and that was that. Nor did
we get charitable requests in every post, every day. You gave at Church, the March of Dimes solicited at Christmas
and the Heart Fund in February. The United Fund raiser came to your door and I can't remember any others.
Thank you Helen for sharing your memories with us. How many changes in such a short period of time. Thank goodness
some things like the Center and caring people and good friends don't change.
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