I remember when I first became a mother back in 1958. Luckily I was only twenty years old, as we didn’t have many of the conveniences the mothers of today have.

Now that women are having babies when they are forty, it’s good they have the modern conveniences of micros, and dryers, and disposable diapers. (And a nanny doesn’t hurt).

First of all there were no microwave ovens. This meant that to warm up a bottle you had to either put it in a pot of boiling water, or stand it in an electric bottle warmer. There were also little divided dishes with a plug so you could warm the baby’s food.

In Hawaii, we just served the baby food right out of the jar. Now some women actually make their own baby food in the blender or food processor. Organic, of course.

I think we were pretty casual about babies in the fifties. I remember taking my ten month old baby to the beach and trying to get him to not put the cigarette butts that were littering the sand, in his mouth.

The handiest item of the time was called an Infant Seat. This plastic seat looked sort of like a drawer that you could tilt at whatever angle to hold the baby while you were feeding it. If the baby tipped forward while being buckled in, he appeared to be a turtle with the infant seat on his back.

You weren’t supposed to leave a baby unattended in an infant seat as they were known to tip over. Babies also played on the floor. And favorite toys were Mommy’s kitchen pots and wooden spoons.

You could also lay the baby on the front seat of your car, ‘safely’ nestled in their infant seat. There were no seat belts, car seats, or other safety devices at that time.

Disposable diapers had not yet been invented and so it was cloth diapers as the only choice. When I brought the baby home from the hospital I had a diaper service for one month. This was a real luxury. You put the soiled diapers in a special pail and every other. day the driver would pick up your soiled diapers and leave you a nice clean and folded stack.

After one month I was strong enough to run up and down the stairs two or three times a day to load the washing machine, unload it, and to hang the diapers on the clothes line. Then it was another trip to take them down, carry them upstairs in a laundry basket, and fold them.

I I saw this cartoon in the morning paper today and it brought back a lot of memories. How ’bout you mothers out there?