They dried dishes, while breaking down gender stereotypes and rocking festive aprons.
They wrapped books in brown paper packages tied up with string and sent them to unfortunate children who would have preferred cookies or even oranges.
They listened to “Fifth Street Blues” by The Royals on a Frisbee-sized 78, interpreting lyrics as related to the modern life of a 1950s housewife. Bye, baby, bye…
And on the weekends, they gussied up in dresses and sat in lawn chairs and pet dalmatians.
They read the newspaper until their fingertips were black with ink, often in groups referred to as “tree quartets.” Reading something made of a tree while touching a tree (and evidently a shoulder) connected them to nature.
Vision-deficient boys inflated balls with adult supervision, while parents consoled themselves that, while their son would never make point guard, he made a heck of a ball boy. And look–it’s his third college admissions letter!