My earliest experience with BBQ and ribs was when I was about 4 years old. My dad would leave my brother, mother and me in the car (locked, of course) to wait while he would go into Arthur Bryant’s to get carry out. We did that on a regular basis for years.
I do remember stopping at a place near Warsaw, Mo. when I was about 8, to pick up ribs and brisket to take to a weekend at the Lake of the Ozarks. I remember it was very different than ABs, much sweeter. My brother and I thought the ribs were the best thing we’d tasted.
My mom would make short ribs with sauerkraut, potatoes and carrots. There were very good. When I was much older she would make oven baked bbq ribs. Never liked those much.