I was in the 90sIn another post someone suggested that most Tuggers were teenagers in the 1950's. The purpose of this poll is to determine when most Tuggers were teenagers.
If you became a teenager at the end of a decade--such as someone who turned 13 in 1959--count the decade in which you had the most teenage years. So, a 13-year old in 1959 would have been a teenager for more years in the 1960's than the 1950's.
Here are the decades:
I was a teen in the 1940's
Iife was so different then. We lived in a tenement building in the South Bronx of New York City. Most of residents were immigrants from Ireland, Italy, Germany, and Sweden. Almost all of the women were "stay at home Moms". It was was a stigma for any woman to work outside the home unless they were a teacher or nurse.
In the warm weather, the Moms (and some grandmothers) would bring chairs down from their apartment and sit in front of the buildings watching the children play. If any one of the kids "got out of order" the mother sitting closest to the situation would jump up and deal with it, even if the real mother was close by.
At that time there were no cars in this working class area so the kids would play in the street. They would erect make shift basketball hoops, and set up a crude sprinkler systems from the fire hydrants, and play "tag" and knock each other down.
We gals would set up tables and do knitting and painting and play card games, etc...We used to look over at the loud, sweaty, wild boys and say "OMG" will I have to marry one of those idiots some day.
My parents were the first in our neighborhood to own a car, albiet an old run down jalopy. On the weekends in the summer they would pack us in the car and TRUNK!! and drive around picking up our aunts and uncles and cousins and dogs--you name it, and we had to graciously welcome them all even if they were smelly boys.
We would spend the day at the beach or at picnic grounds where the Moms cooked all the food, and cleaned up the mess after it, and we gals played tag and other games and did some knitting, while the men listened to the ball game from the car radio.
One time a young boy, about 10 years old, piled into the car with us. We had so many cousins that we didn't notice that he was not "one of the clan".
When we drove back home that evening and "unloaded" everyone in front of their buildings, we wound up with one boy who didn't know where he lived.
And my parents realized that they had never seen him before. We had no telephones at that time so my Dad drove to the Police station and explained the situation. My sister and I were given lemonade and Dad had a beer with the Captain. And then we went home. I hope the police found the the stow-away's family.