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In my day ...

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Dad: This summer your extra job will be to paint the house
Me: What's that pay?
Dad: By gawd it pays you the same as it pays me. You get to put your knees under the dinner table and eat your mother's cooking.

In other words... there was plenty of chores but there wasn't any allowance.
 
I was treated as well as I deserved and never went hungry. It was a family effort to survive and we all did our part. We took pride in our work and it was never considered chores. All of my friends were living the same existence so I never felt cheated. That was just the way it was.
 
olbriar said:
I was treated as well as I deserved and never went hungry. It was a family effort to survive and we all did our part. We took pride in our work and it was never considered chores. All of my friends were living the same existence so I never felt cheated. That was just the way it was.
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I simply worked to get away from my Dad. I started with my Uncle when I was 8 and haven't stopped yet.
 
olbriar said:
The worst day for a kid back in the day was a rainy day. We played in the snow until we were frozen. I can still recall my feet and hands being on fire as they thawed out over the furnace vent.
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I grew up my brother and I, 7 & 9 respectively, had to bring in a weeks worth of firewood before we could play. So busting up the ice and breaking the stack apart, loading it onto our sleds to drag it down the hill into he walk out basement, and stacking it back up inside. Then we would clean the ashes out of the wood stove and get relit. Then we would go out and play in the snow for the rest of Saturday. There was nothing better than coming inside to the wood stove room and peeling off the wet clothes and warming up by the wood stove. We kept a cast iron pot on top filled with water to keep the humidity up enough to prevent nosebleeds. We would lay our wet winter coats, boots, and gloves out on the floor around the stove to dry and yeah, like you said, our fingers and toes would burn while they got warm again.
 
Unforgiven said:
I grew up my brother and I, 7 & 9 respectively, had to bring in a weeks worth of firewood before we could play. So busting up the ice and breaking the stack apart, loading it onto our sleds to drag it down the hill into he walk out basement, and stacking it back up inside. Then we would clean the ashes out of the wood stove and get relit. Then we would go out and play in the snow for the rest of Saturday. There was nothing better than coming inside to the wood stove room and peeling off the wet clothes and warming up by the wood stove. We kept a cast iron pot on top filled with water to keep the humidity up enough to prevent nosebleeds. We would lay our wet winter coats, boots, and gloves out on the floor around the stove to dry and yeah, like you said, our fingers and toes would burn while they got warm again.
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That reminds me of a similar story. My buddy at the time and I were the crosswalk dudes with the stop signs for the traffic and getting the grade school kids safely across the four lane. On one particularly snowy frigid day, after our duties were done, we both fell asleep in the middle school boiler room where we stored our gear. It was always so warm in there and felt great after standing outside and freezing. We woke up around lunch time.
 
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