No Black Friday Here

November 23, 2012 13:00 pm

by Charlie · 4 comments

Today’s Courier Herald Column:

Today is the day we all know as “Black Friday”, presumably because it is the day you’re most likely to get a black eye will fighting over the last flat screen TV offered at a loss leading sale price to get you into a store at an ungodly hour.  I don’t care much for shopping and crowds aren’t my thing.  As such, I don’t participate in Black Friday.

To the contrary, it’s usually a day I spend doing as little as possible.  Given the time commitments of my various professions, there are very few days I can schedule to do absolutely nothing.  Black Friday is generally one of those days.  I don’t have to be anywhere, see anyone, or produce anything.  It may be my most restful day of the year.

It usually becomes a decent day of transition as well as a good time to reflect on Thanksgiving from the day before.  Thanksgiving often finds me spending about half the day in the kitchen and the rest traveling to wherever the food is going to be eaten.  There’s some quality family time while the food is consumed and stories swapped, then the travel back home and the cleanup process of restoring my kitchen to near normal. 

The juxtaposition of Black Friday to the food prepared on the day before is a stark one, and shows a bit about how times have changed, at least for my family, over the past four decades or so.  Friday is a day where consumerism dawns its ugliest face.  It’s now said to be the day where people show thanks by lining up and fighting over things they don’t want and don’t need.

When I was a kid, shopping was much more of a luxury and even extended to our food.  Grocery stores weren’t on every corner nor open 24 hours.  We grew a large part of our own food.  We had a garden that was about an acre or so in size.  Dad worked a full time job in Atlanta but with the help of mom and three or four kids managed to grow and then can or freeze a lot of what was prepared in our house.  We didn’t eat out much.  We weren’t allowed to waste food.

I can remember some of the various shopping decisions we made as a family when I was younger.  Multiple trips to stores were made over a period of months to consider just the right vacuum cleaner to buy, and then to find it on sale at the best price.  “Impulse buy” was not a phrase that I believe even existed then.  Even light small appliances were studied in detail and added only as needed and budgets allowed.

We also didn’t dispose of things that didn’t work just right.  We became good friends with our television repair man, and had a regular routine of having one or two uncles come over to help move the 25” floor console unit through the living room and kitchen to a waiting pickup outside to squeeze just a little more life out of it.  That TV lasted from the time I was born until I entered Jr. High school.

It was the antithesis of a flat screen.  Its replacement also took almost a year of study.  I was most delighted that the new model had a remote control.  That took the chore of changing channels away from children that were required to assist a father who had worked downtown all day and tended to his garden before settling in to watch one of the six channels available for entertainment.

In short, like many of us old enough to declare times past “the good old days”, there were parts of it that were far superior to the present, but that’s not to pretend times were easier or better.  We’ve come a long way since then.

Food is now readily available virtually anywhere and relatively cheap in relation to total household income.  Consumer products are easier and cheaper to replace than repair.  But the time we used to have isn’t really here either.  We are a busier people now than we were, with many more distractions, entertainment options, and other interruptions with daily life that add a superficial nature to many of our interactions.

But today, Black Friday, isn’t one of those days.  At least not for me.  Cause I’m not participating. If you need me, I’m more likely to be napping, and I will enjoy every minute of it.

Noway November 23, 2012 at 6:47 pm

Your words bring back similar memories, Charlie. We had the half acre garden that gave us everything from corn to okra and a farm that we had that enabled us to get/process our own beef and pork. Dad “put up” his own dill pickles. Vlasic’s got nuthin’ on those babies. Speaking of the TV, can you say Zenith? Wasn’t their slogan, “the quality goes in before the names goes on.”? I have no idea where I just pulled that one from! I was the gofer who changed the channels! MASH at 9pm on Monday nights…Evening meals together as a family…Just two of the things that are no more for 90% of our families. Taking my own trip to the Good Ol’ Days makes me smile at what I experienced as a kid and how society and for the most part, family life, isn’t nearly what it used to be. To quote the late Royal Marshall on Neal’s show, “Just Damn…”

seenbetrdayz November 24, 2012 at 3:22 pm

Dang, MASH only came on one day a week?

These days you’re sure to find one channel playing an episode at just about any point of the day.

I think next year, those of us who feel a little bit sick when they watch the Black Friday fiasco, should go out and do their shopping on the Wednesday before black friday starts. So when all these overzealous consumerists go out to buy things when the sales go into effect, there won’t be much left on the shelves. That’s my evil plan anyway.

Charlie November 24, 2012 at 7:46 pm

No Black Friday, but I’m enjoying the heck out of Red & Black Saturday. Watched UGA win the 1980 National Championship on that old console TV mentioned above.

saltycracker November 24, 2012 at 11:39 pm

Shopping isn’t the only thing drawing big crowds – just over the Georgia border – experiencing St. Augustine’s Nights of Lights has a lot of activities going on for a couple months.
Slide show of pics:

http://staugustine.com/slideshow/2012-11-20/slideshow-nights-lights-landmarks#slide-1

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