For Americans under 50, inflation is little more than a theoretical concept. But for those of us born in the 1950s and 1960s, the inflation of the 1970s was a formative experience we'd rather not repeat. Inflation was as much a part of our childhood as COVID is for today's kids.
It was always there in the background. Occasionally it receded, only to return worse than before. Inflation was a sometimes disquieting, sometimes terrifying fact of life.
Everyone from that time remembers gasoline prices shooting up, accompanied by rationing and long lines at the pump. But inflation is an economy-wide phenomenon. Gas prices went up and up and up but, equally important, other prices didn't go down and down and down.
In the late 1970s, Tom Noonan, then around 20 years old, worked in a Winn-Dixie supermarket in Louisville, Ky. His job was to change price tags a couple of times a week. He'd go through the store with a box cutter and a pricing gun, slicing off the old price stickers and applying the new, higher ones. It's one of the 1970s memories that came pouring out of my Facebook friends when I asked about their experiences.
Not every store was so meticulous. Many just slapped the new prices on top of the old ones. "I half remember peeling off price labels to get a lower price (maybe on a book?), not even realizing that what I was doing was wrong," confesses Mike Schiffer, a law school IT manager born in 1968, in the Facebook thread.
I remember grocery shopping with my mother in the early 1970s, as the price of ground beef kept rising: from 89 cents per pound to 99 cents to $1.09 and even $1.19. In April 1973, we joined a weeklong meat boycott.
The boycott was a half-baked combination of economic theory, activist theater and housewife cri de coeur. "Devalue Pot Roast Not Dollars!" read a protest poster shown on the New York Times front page. In response, President Richard Nixon imposed tighter price controls on meat. Betty Crocker's meat-stretching Hamburger Helper, which went national in 1971, was a longer-lived remedy.
While I was a middle-schooler tracking meat prices and sewing my own clothes, Bill Meagher was a 10-year-old Philadelphia consumer with a gripe about a local delicacy. The price of his favorite TastyKake snack kept going up. He wrote a letter complaining to the president of the company. Much to his astonishment, Meagher recalled, he got a reply "explaining inflation to me in very simple terms."