For us old gaffers, do any remember flashlight batteries that had the paper tube on them? School lunch milk in half pint glass bottles, with a paper cap?
Any more? Maybe the young bucks on the 'fire, will lean a few things about the ancient days?
These premises insured by a Sheltie in Training ,--- and Cooey.o "May the Good Lord take a likin' to you"
I remember turning the car radio on....and waiting for it to "warm up"....
I remember the radio in dad's '50 Ford burning up! Filled up car with smoke!
And we had a Plymouth that had one of them squirrel cage coolers you could roll up in the window! Poured water in em like a swamp cooler!
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
For us old gaffers, do any remember flashlight batteries that had the paper tube on them? School lunch milk in half pint glass bottles, with a paper cap?
Any more? Maybe the young bucks on the 'fire, will lean a few things about the ancient days?
If those bottles were sealed with a thin waxed-cardboard crown and a stiff cardboard disk forced into the center, you could fold the crown and use it to propel the disk like a little flying saucer. Remember that?
National Rifle Association - Patron Member National Muzzleloading Rifle Association - Life Member and 1 of 1000 Illinois State Rifle Association - Life Member Carlinville Rifle & Pistol Club ~ Molɔ̀ːn Labé ~
Manual choke and throttle pull knobs on the dash. Headlight "brights" switch on the floor. Starter button on the floor. Chevy's "steal me" ignition locks that didn't require a key. Glass oil bottles with screw-on metal spouts at every gas pump. Rayon-belted bias tires. A hole in the front bumper where you inserted the manual start crank. Nash Ramblers (?) with the "rolling bedroom" full recline seats.
For us old gaffers, do any remember flashlight batteries that had the paper tube on them? School lunch milk in half pint glass bottles, with a paper cap?
Any more? Maybe the young bucks on the 'fire, will lean a few things about the ancient days?
In first grade 1956 we had milk 3 cents in a glass bottle. We said grace before eating.
Both of those were gone in 1957.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -Ernest Hemingway The man who makes no mistakes does not usually make anything.-- Edward John Phelps
I remember Beemans Pepsin Gum that made you Fart like crazy in School and on the Playground . I remember those miniature Wax soda bottle shaped thingies filled with sweet syrup . I remember flipping Playing Cards with Baseball Players on them . I remember listening to Big John and Sparky every Saturday morning , and catching the latest Tarzan Movie with a buddy whose father ran the local Movie Theater ( we got in free , but I think kids paid 13 cents or maybe it was 26 cents Admission ) . I remember the weekend Dances where I stepped on all the little girls feet . I remember the first TV in the neighborhood ( my Aunt & Uncle owned it ) and all the neighbors would come over Saturday around 10 or 11 PM and watch Yukon Eric , Gorgeous George , Hans Schmidt , Vern Gagnea , Haystack Calhoon , etc . Wrestle . Those were the good ol days !
For us old gaffers, do any remember flashlight batteries that had the paper tube on them? School lunch milk in half pint glass bottles, with a paper cap?
Any more? Maybe the young bucks on the 'fire, will lean a few things about the ancient days?
I remember the school lunch bottles.
Also remember when the small dairies would put a tin box by the front door where they would pick up and drop off the daily quart bottles of milk. If you wanted other dairy products, like cottage cheese and sour cream, you left a note and it showed up the next day.
Remember when the grade schools allowed you to buy little cups of orange or raspberry sherbet for an after lunch treat for around $0.05?
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
Party lines. High school shop project was getting a maytag engine to working order and the school break milk came out sod a big solver machine with two handles. If you were special, you cut to cut the tubes on the machine for afternoon milk break. We had the glass bottles at lunch.
I remember the wipers were vacuum operated, I remember the soda fountains, I remember blacks not being allowed in white establishments, I remember the starters being on the floor. I remember no air conditioning, I remember the buses being electric with the overhead lines. I remember vacations traveling by train. I remembered practicing for nuclear war in school. I remember my mother keeping me inside all summer because several kids that lived close to us caught polio. I remember taking the polio vaccine on a sugar cube. I remember pulling up in the gas station, the attendant would ask if we wanted regular or ethel?
Also used as code by johns in many red-light districts.
Sure that wasnt "Twang your Major Twanger, Froggy"??
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Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
One of my favorite high school summer past times (one!), circa '64-'67, was eating of my three favorite food groups -- a chocolate malt, a hamburger, and French fries, .$25 a piece at the local Chic Toc drive-in. Interestingly, at one time within that period gas was also $.25 a gallon. With a couple bucks, a guy was riding the crest of the feel-good wave on a sunny day between strutting around at the local pool and a date at night at an area drive-in theatre where I usually ate my way through whatever double-feature movie was showing.
I remember Beemans Pepsin Gum that made you Fart like crazy in School and on the Playground . . Those were the good ol days !
Are you sure it made everyone do that?
I remember the gum, but not the farting.
Rocky , my friends put me on to the Beemans . It worked on all of us but maybe we were all prone to flatulence . Did you get enough to eat in those days ?
You all are making me feel young now. I drove an International truck with the vacum wipers. At idle or going downhill they went like crazy uphill at full throttle, they stopped
Parents who say they have good kids..Usually don't!
Not sure about the radio warming up. Still have a 51 Dodge truck in the barn and a 51 Willys Jeep in there also. Pretty sure no radio in the jeep. Might have to check the truck though...
Never had a school lunch, always took my own. Thermos bottles that would break if dropped, in a black workers lunch box till the cartoon square boxes came around. LOL. So I'm not that old.
We can keep Larry Root and all his idiotic blabber and user names on here, but we can't get Ralph back..... Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over....
Pick up the phone receiver and hear "Number please?" (Uncle and Aunt, a few miles out of town had a ringer phone until the mid-seventies ) Dollar watches, Heaters in cars were optional - as well as radio. Blackjack chewing gum. Steam radiators in the classroom. Kerosene smudge pots at road detours and closures. Kerosene plumbers torches. Rope blocks - come-a-longs hadn't been invented. Metal saddle horns. Split windshields. Big Ben wind-up alarm clocks. (clocks and watches that held within ~3 minutes / day were considered "good" Noon whistle. Time and temperature by phone. Paul Harvey at noon, even in the 50's, I liked listening to him.
edited to add -stock racks on pickups.
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I've always been a curmudgeon - now I'm an old curmudgeon. ~Molɔ̀ːn Labé Skýla~
Not as long ago, but I drove a lot of real trucks with air wipers. Better than vacuum, but they still sucked. Manual steering, no a/c, no cruise, spring, rubber, or solid suspension, Sold mount bench seats, No heated or Moto-Mirrors, 300hp. 350hp was a big deal, shifting 13 gears to 55 mph, see a hill back to 6th. Repeat, repeat........ Tiny little sleepers my fat old ass wouldn't fit into anymore.
For the "experienced" truck drivers.
Parents who say they have good kids..Usually don't!
Latin class in Jr High (~ '61) often left me gasping for air. I found that a cylinder choked straw saved from lunch parlayed into a "shotgun" was quite affective half way across the classroom. A spit wad behind bits of #2 pencil lead would bring my buddy up out of s semi-consciousness stupor in a seizure-like jerk that one time resulted in all his books falling to the floor. Alas, this quickly became a short-term pass time.
I recently showed my 10 and 14 year old daughters spit wads, and the short straw hidden in the cheek. They had never even heard of such a thing. What in the world are these kids learning. Years of schooling wasted.
Parents who say they have good kids..Usually don't!
Starter on the floorboard.. Dimmer on the floor.. When you had to remember to turn off the lights after you shut off the engine..otherwise click, click, click the next time hou tried to start the engine.. Vacuum operated wipers (we had a ‘53 (?) Chevy truck... Your first “king size” Coke.. All the hand signals when driving.. Flash bulbs.. Polio shots and later the three doses on the sugar cubes.. Chicken pox scars being considered a rite of passage.. Ding Dong school, Howdy Doody, Flash Gordon, Friday night fights.. Pee Wee, Diz and Falstaff beer.. Buying BB’s and/or .22’s at the hardware store and the clerk ringing them up without a second thought.. Wearing a Cub Scout knife on your belt at school and not getting arrested for it.. I’ll think of some others ...😄
NRA Life,Endowment,Patron or Benefactor since '72.
Family going down to the creek for a swim. Bread man in a panel truck coming by the house selling breads and baked goods. Home delivery of milk in glass bottles.
Radio, Amos, and Andy. Saturday morning radio, Sky King, The Buster Brown Show, "Twang your major twanger froggy".
Tugboat Annie!
National Rifle Association - Patron Member National Muzzleloading Rifle Association - Life Member and 1 of 1000 Illinois State Rifle Association - Life Member Carlinville Rifle & Pistol Club ~ Molɔ̀ːn Labé ~
Putting the yellow cardboard sign in the window so the driver from the cleaner's would stop to pick up your bag of cleaning left on the porch.
National Rifle Association - Patron Member National Muzzleloading Rifle Association - Life Member and 1 of 1000 Illinois State Rifle Association - Life Member Carlinville Rifle & Pistol Club ~ Molɔ̀ːn Labé ~
Looking for Coke bottles to turn in for the refund to get some "spending money". Always having to split a candy bar with my twin brother. One of us would cut it in half the other would get first choice. Picking up pecans all day Saturday and having the pecan buyer refuse them because they weren't the right variety. Sleeping under so many blankets you almost couldn't turn over and then running into the room with the coal fireplace to dress in the morning. Having one black and white TV in the house and only being able to watch it on weekends. Listening to rain a tin roof. Emptying the pot of rain water that was under the hole in the tin roof. Home made booster seats in the car so the kids could see out the window, not to strap them in to keep them safe.
Looking for Coke bottles to turn in for the refund to get some "spending money". Always having to split a candy bar with my twin brother. One of us would cut it in half the other would get first choice. Picking up pecans all day Saturday and having the pecan buyer refuse them because they weren't the right variety. Sleeping under so many blankets you almost couldn't turn over and then running into the room with the coal fireplace to dress in the morning. Having one black and white TV in the house and only being able to watch it on weekends. Listening to rain a tin roof. Emptying the pot of rain water that was under the hole in the tin roof. Home made booster seats in the car so the kids could see out the window, not to strap them in to keep them safe.
you are describing my current life!
blackjack gum big hunk candy sugar daddy candy
fibber magee and molley Lowell Thomas Edward R. Murrow
the consolidation of the states into one vast republic, sure to be aggressive abroad and despotic at home, will be the certain precursor of that ruin which has overwhelmed all those that have preceded. Robert E Lee ~Molɔ̀ːn Labé Skýla~
Beverages in tin throwaway funnel top cans same as brake fluid was packaged in.
Potato Chips came in 5¢, 10¢ and 25¢ sizes only and each contained at least five times the chips the same size bags do nowadays at ten times the price.
Bare feet on cold-azz linoleum floors in the winter.
Sleeping on the same linoleum floors on hot, steamy summer nights because they were he coolest place in the house.
Coal grate fireplaces, Warm Morning cast iron heaters and wood burning cook stoves
Falling asleep up on the rear window shelf of dad's old one-seater 'business coupe.'
Just a little ways out of almost any town the night sky was so dark it was incredible the amount of stars that were plainly visible..
Hardly any businesses were open on Sundays and most Holidays and many closed early on Saturday.
Seeing blue stars in windows replaced with gold stars during WW II and Korea.
Inner tubes with so many patches you could barely see the original rubber tube.
Seeing the panic in my mother's eyes when she lost our ration books while walking home from the grocery store.
Baby Ruth, Butterfinger, and Hershey bars for 5¢.
Saturday afternoon Buck Rogers serials at the local picture show, 10¢ admission, 5¢ for a paper sack of fresh popcorn, a double feature with The Durango Kid in one feature and Bob Steele in the other.
.30-40 Krags for $5.00 at the hardware store.
Long, long ago.
L.W.
"Always go straight forward, and if you meet the devil, cut him in two and go between the pieces." (William Sturgis, clipper ship captain, 1830s.)
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
You all remember the old soda machines with bottles of pop on sliding racks hanging in chilled ice water... was thinking of the old Double Cola, surprisingly still in business, though I haven't seen one in years.
You all remember the old soda machines with bottles of pop on sliding racks hanging in chilled ice water... was thinking of the old Double Cola, surprisingly still in business, though I haven't seen one in years.
Phil
I remember those, the one at the Plainfield General Store was a Moxie brand, but I wasn't a Moxie fan back then, more of a Budd's White Birch Beer drinker. Budd's was a local brand made by the Newport Bottling Work in Newport, NH.
Ink wells on the school desks. They went unused for us, ballpoints were just coming in.
In 1957, while ball point pens were available, our 7th grade history teacher required us to use fountain pens to take our notes. She was sure we would never be able to "get a job" in the real world if we didn't have and know how to use the fountain pen, write a business letter, and how to properly fold a letter.
Grabbing pants from the foot of the bed, and making a dash to dress by the stove in the living room... and finding that the fire was out, and the living room was as cold as your bedroom.
Picking potatoes for 8 cents a sack.
Lopping the heads off chickens for Sunday dinner.
Grandma keeping a pitcher of potato water with yeast growing in it, in a warm spot in the kitchen, so she could make bread.
Wood burning kitchen stoves, with a water jacket. Want a hot shower? Time it to coincide with something being cooked.
Saturdays popping jackrabbits with a .22. Had a population explosion when I was in my mid teens. It was your civic duty to help abate that nuisance.
credit accounts at the grocery store hamburgers at the cafe coming in a basket with potato chips yellow stop signs Big Chief notebooks yellow chore gloves on the radiators after recess girls wearing slacks under their skirts for winter recess 25-count "Chiclet Packs" of Remington .22 shorts collect calls when "thongs" were rubber sandals those stupid, cardboard ":batting helmets" that covered the ears and left the to of the head exposed single-bar face masks automobile clocks that never worked storm coats
Not a real member - just an ordinary guy who appreciates being able to hang around and say something once in awhile.
Happily Trapped In the Past (Thanks, Joe)
Not only a less than minimally educated person, but stupid and out of touch as well.
Pop in cans seemed a bit odd...and then they figured out that they didn't need a sturdy steel can and they started to use those flimsy, soft aluminum cans that no self-respecting young fellow could reasonably expect to hold without crushing.
Sometimes, the air you 'let in'matters less than the air you 'let out'.
Down here in South Texas I remember my mom buying her first new car, a 67 Bonneville and giving me $3 and telling me to tell the gas attendant we were going to fill up. Paper shotgun shells. My dad driving with an open can of beer and police waiving to him. My dad putting down a dog because the officer didn’t have the heart to do it. Being able to hunt of off county roads for doves along citrus orchards. Winn’s .05 and .10 store. Rootbeer served in a megaphone shaped container at A&W.
You all remember the old soda machines with bottles of pop on sliding racks hanging in chilled ice water... was thinking of the old Double Cola, surprisingly still in business, though I haven't seen one in years.
Phil
A hacksaw blade inserted down into the coin slot would trip the bottle release mechanism on some I've been around. Business owners often kept a hacksaw blade stashed away close by so they could get free cold sodas.
How about no batting helmets. I had a good friend that was injured because we had no helmets. The next game we were required to wear those batting helmets. One game too late. My first football helmet was leather with no chin strap and no face guard. Pea shooters in the movie theatre which we called the picture show. Knife display at the hardware store, your choice for a dollar. No locks on doors. Everybody's door was always un locked. I couldn't believe how big the first kingsize coke I ever saw was.
I remember going to the store to get tubes for the radio. I would take the old tube with me to match it up.
I also remember walking to the gas station to get a gallon of gas for the mower, I'd get the gas plus a candy bar, only took a quarter with me. Don't remember if I got change or not.
I remember going to the store to get tubes for the radio. I would take the old tube with me to match it up.
I also remember walking to the gas station to get a gallon of gas for the mower, I'd get the gas plus a candy bar, only took a quarter with me. Don't remember if I got change or not.
Yes, definitely, I remember taking several tubes out of an old TV to the store. There was a large metal cabinet full of tubes, and the top of the cabinet had all sorts of sockets to plug your suspect tubes into, to test them. When you figured out which one(s) were bad, you opened the cabinet door and matched the number to find the new tube you needed.
Taking the gallon can to the gas station for mower gas, 20 cents would get the can nearly full with a nickel left over for the Hershey Bar.
Nifty-250
"If you don't know where you're going, you may wind up somewhere else". Yogi Berra
Manual choke and throttle pull knobs on the dash. Headlight "brights" switch on the floor. Starter button on the floor. Chevy's "steal me" ignition locks that didn't require a key. Glass oil bottles with screw-on metal spouts at every gas pump. Rayon-belted bias tires. A hole in the front bumper where you inserted the manual start crank. Nash Ramblers (?) with the "rolling bedroom" full recline seats.
That's just some of the car stuff!
I had a 65 Rambler Ambassador station wagon with those seats, flat surface from dash to tailgate. It also had an A/C unit labeled "cool, cold and desert only"
Never try to teach a pig to sing... ...it wastes your time and annoys the pig!
The show was "Andy's Gang" starring Andy Devine, and the line was "Plunk your magic twanger, Froggy" to introduce the cartoon. The show was sponsored by Buster Brown and Red Goose shoes.
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
...with a 30-30 leaning up in the corner in case a bear decided to interrupt your morning constitutional..
two of the biggest deer i have seen taken were pretty much this way. friend of mine was just finishing a dump, decided to smoke a cigarette. rattling the paper caused the buck to jump up, and he shot it sitting down on a rock with his pants down.
The pop machines that held the bottles so they slid to the coin opened hinge were tarped, and chained at scout camp. Morning brought empty bottles sucked dry with a straw. A scout is resourceful.
These premises insured by a Sheltie in Training ,--- and Cooey.o "May the Good Lord take a likin' to you"
I worked at a Liberty filling station and gas was ten cents per gallon, full service, including washing the windshield.
I worked for a buck an hour pumping gas, doing windshields and trying to not get decapitated changing Mr. Weaver's split rim flats on his hay trucks and trailers.
There was an old BBQ joint in downtown Bastrop that had the knives chained to your spot at the dining table! LOL!
And it wasnt to keep you from stealin' em!
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
Manual choke and throttle pull knobs on the dash. Headlight "brights" switch on the floor. Starter button on the floor. Chevy's "steal me" ignition locks that didn't require a key. Glass oil bottles with screw-on metal spouts at every gas pump. Rayon-belted bias tires. A hole in the front bumper where you inserted the manual start crank. Nash Ramblers (?) with the "rolling bedroom" full recline seats.
That's just some of the car stuff!
funny story about that...my dad was a mechanic for years. He worked in a Dodge garage for a while. One time a lady brought in her car and said it wasn't running right. Dad worked it over, checked the carb , etc. and couldn't find a thing wrong. A couple days later, she was back, same problem. Dad worked on it again and couldn't find anything. 3d time and the boss was getting unhappy. This time Dad had her drive while he tested it. The 1st thing she did was pull out the choke knob and hang her purse on it. Dad asked her what she was doing and she said that knob didn't do anything and was a good place for her purse.
“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” ― George Orwell
It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.
vacuum windshield wipers. the faster you went the faster the wipers went. our old willys had them
I had an old International Scout that had those things. You could turn them down real slow and it was almost like having modern intermittent wipers. Once I foolishly tried to pass someone in the rain and went blind when I accelerated in the left lane. Yikes!
The biggest problem our country has is not systemic racism, it's systemic stupidity.
Steel soda cans that required a church key. Shasta soda was .03¢ per can, and coke was .05¢. Soda bottle deposits. Mom going down to the local hamburger shop and filling the old brown glass gallon jug with Hires root beer for .25¢ on a Saturday night. Saturday afternoon movies for .35¢. 2 movies, tons of cartoons. The 1950 for my mother drove with "Three on the tree". My Dad bought it used. I think that he paid $50 for the car around 1968. The milk man delivering milk in glass bottles, being left in the little steel and cork cooler on the front porch. The butcher at the grocery store alway's had scraps cooking in an electric skillet in the back room. When I was about 8 years old, I asked him one time what was for lunch because it sure smelled good. He told me something like a bologna sandwich. I asked him why I could smell meat cooking, and he told me that on the days he had something in the skillet that his sales would increase by 25%.
And the list goes on.
James Pepper: There's no law west of Dodge and no God west of the Pecos. Right, Mr. Chisum? John Chisum: Wrong, Mr. Pepper. Because no matter where people go, sooner or later there's the law. And sooner or later they find God's already been there.
Cartoon's before any movie,.....paper oil cans and the metal spout u shoved in them to get your oil canister oil filters/manuel chokes.....…party lines...... the big oil tanker truck spraying the gravel road to keep the dust down... Gas stations with chit to do/a park/swings things to climb on ...a gas station with the pump that filled the glass bowl then gravity drained to your tank< that went away fast in our little azztown
Bolt action shotguns with full chokes, the wonderful smell of paper shot shells after you shot them, .22 long rifle shells for 50 cents a box of 50, taking your .22 rifle to junior high school to shoot it at the range under the football stands after school (most schools had a small bore range), actually shooting two pheasants and four rabbits (the limit) per day during hunting season in Ohio, no deer, turkeys, coyotes, or geese at all, shooting clubs getting free 30-06 ammo and free rifles from the US government to encourage civilian marksmanship, tuition at a good private university of $1750 per year, full size convertibles, tires that only lasted 20,000 miles, Chevy sedans with the back seat optional (otherwise you got a board to sit on), coal oil (kerosene) lanterns in case of power failure, stoking the furnace with coal at night and getting up early to relight it, two newspapers per day, and only hree TV channels--if you had a TV. Those were the days.
Don't blame me. I voted for Trump.
Democrats would burn this country to the ground, if they could rule over the ashes.
Manual choke and throttle pull knobs on the dash. Headlight "brights" switch on the floor. Starter button on the floor. Chevy's "steal me" ignition locks that didn't require a key. Glass oil bottles with screw-on metal spouts at every gas pump. Rayon-belted bias tires. A hole in the front bumper where you inserted the manual start crank. Nash Ramblers (?) with the "rolling bedroom" full recline seats.
That's just some of the car stuff!
funny story about that...my dad was a mechanic for years. He worked in a Dodge garage for a while. One time a lady brought in her car and said it wasn't running right. Dad worked it over, checked the carb , etc. and couldn't find a thing wrong. A couple days later, she was back, same problem. Dad worked on it again and couldn't find anything. 3d time and the boss was getting unhappy. This time Dad had her drive while he tested it. The 1st thing she did was pull out the choke knob and hang her purse on it. Dad asked her what she was doing and she said that knob didn't do anything and was a good place for her purse.
I saw that same thing, sort of, in driver education thing in HS. IIRCC, the car was a 48 Ford.
The things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those who got there first.
Every once in a while, the school lunch cooks would make donuts. When you hit the top of the stairs leading down to the lunch room, and caught a whiff of that, you knew you were in for a treat.
Manual choke and throttle pull knobs on the dash. Headlight "brights" switch on the floor. Starter button on the floor. Chevy's "steal me" ignition locks that didn't require a key. Glass oil bottles with screw-on metal spouts at every gas pump. Rayon-belted bias tires. A hole in the front bumper where you inserted the manual start crank. Nash Ramblers (?) with the "rolling bedroom" full recline seats.
That's just some of the car stuff!
funny story about that...my dad was a mechanic for years. He worked in a Dodge garage for a while. One time a lady brought in her car and said it wasn't running right. Dad worked it over, checked the carb , etc. and couldn't find a thing wrong. A couple days later, she was back, same problem. Dad worked on it again and couldn't find anything. 3d time and the boss was getting unhappy. This time Dad had her drive while he tested it. The 1st thing she did was pull out the choke knob and hang her purse on it. Dad asked her what she was doing and she said that knob didn't do anything and was a good place for her purse.
Other things I remember - being turned loose in the cellar at a young age with a big a$$ hatchet to keep kindling wood split for the combined wood stove/electric stove in the kitchen; having to remove the ashes from the coal furnace (the highlight of my young life was when Dad installed an oil furnace); my first used car had mechanical brakes (sturdy shoes were a good accessory for dragging on the ground); when I was in high school a donut shop on the way home sold sugar donuts twice as large as anything you can buy now, for 5 cents each, on a good day you might be able to afford two.
I have a clear memory of many of the other items mentioned here. Scary!!
When I was a kid, I had to walk on an ice field through 5' of driving snow to get to the Wooly Mammoth herd,... uphill there and back,... lasso one, then milk it in order to have milk to put on my corn flakes,..which I made by pounding kernels of corn on a flat rock with a stone ax, then baking them over an open fire fueled by various dried animal dung plops. Tony the fuggin' Tiger was still saber toothed back then.
Kids bringing their squirrel rifles to school on the school bus and going home with their friends after school on another bus to go hunting that evening.
Kids working in the cafeteria at school to pay for their lunches.
Drawing water out of a well with a rope and bucket and then using a dried out gourd to drink the water.
Burning my self by bumping the wood cookstove while my mother was cooking supper.
Washing machine on the front porch with a hand crank wringer.
The Flintstones was the prime time show every Friday evening.
Light dimmers in the floor of vehicles.
Sonic Booms
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A gun in the hand is worth more than the entire police force on the phone.
Yeah, as some of us are older than others. I hope some will learn a few things. Keep their family traditions alive. Bring up their children and hold them and their family circle tight. Protect them from this ever changing and somewhat evil world. I'll just stop. And, say a prayer for the younger generations.
My fondest mammeries are of the " spank pants " gals wore.......... The whole world ( at least mine) was ruint by panty hose. There was never any thing more exciting than starting at the ankle ...and working your way up ...and getting to that bit of flesh .......
I also remember milk cans hauled to the milk house concrete cooler...we used wagons in summer ...sleds in winter. Sometimes we domicled a few fish in that cool water.
Cleaning the barn when it was 30* below and 3-4' snow...... chains on the old 2 wheel drive tractor....the turd hearse froze up.
Automatic milk wagons where it stopped automatically at every house that was a customer......of course it was horse drawn.( As an aside I went to U of I Champaign in the early '60's, there were still had a couple horse routes).
Then there is flypaper ,.....snowshoes for trapping , old Mall and Homelite chain saws. I remember having to hunt with a Winchester 1890 in .22 WRF. I hated pump guns .. they were so common. Now I can't get enough of 'em.
My '52 Chevy Powerglide Deluxe - Fender skirts Sun visor (I've heard them called "ballcaps" the last few years Ball bearings on the front axle Solid front axle Ratcheting jacks Oil filters inside a housing Grease guns before cartridges - remember filling them out of a 5 gal bucket with a wide putty knife?
I've always been a curmudgeon - now I'm an old curmudgeon. ~Molɔ̀ːn Labé Skýla~
Sounds more like recaps than retreads. Recaps - they vulcanized a layer with tread on the outside of a worn tire. Retreads - they cut new grooves in the existing "carcass" - for want of a better word.
Don't know why - but I always liked the smell of the shop that did recaps for us!
I've always been a curmudgeon - now I'm an old curmudgeon. ~Molɔ̀ːn Labé Skýla~
I remember "breathing" the engine to get the wipers to work when pulling a hill. It supposedly also pulled a little oil past the rings to cool things down, then you had a puff out the exhaust. As far as inner tubes, what are they? Going to the nickel movies Saturday with the gang next door, in a 36 woodie. Points, condenser, and plugs. That choke knob, and the high compression engines 4.5 to 1. Then they came up with the auto choke and really did have high compression 10 or 11 to 1.
That TV didn't come on air until something like 7, and you had to tune the test pattern trying to get the lines straight and the circles round. I think TV was better then, even if we did have only 2 or 3 channels.
Mom used to borrow 5 bucks from me to buy a weeks groceries a few times, always paid it back. Both us here remember the party lines, wringer washers. Actually my wife didn't have an "automatic" until she married me, along with a dryer. In those days she could walk downtown Denver at night safely.
Some things I miss, but I sure wouldn't wish anyone the lack of the medicine treatment we have now. I do miss a "real" doctor, who did everything.
I like to look at the props in movies, seeing how many things I know of and used.
Drinking water was in a white enameled metal bucket with a matching dipper that we all drank from. Hand pumped from the cistern that collected rainwater from the roof gutters.
Hot water came from a tea kettle or we had one of those electric things you plugged in the wall and dropped in a bucket.
Milked cows by hand, ran milk through a separator to get the cream. Take cream and eggs to "trade" at the grocery store on Saturday once weekly trip to town.
Putting on overshoes to go to outhouse when snowy or muddy.
Firewood: Dad never owned a chainsaw, but you could shave with his ax. Buzz saw on an 8N Ford made stove wood in a hurry.
Building a fire from corncobs in an old double boiler, set under the carb on the 8N to get it started at 20 below. Thats after having the battery in the house overnite.
Feeding cows with a team and a sled, Dad making me get off and run alongside to keep warm. Sticking the toes of my overboots in a fresh cowpie to warm them up....
...a gas station with the pump that filled the glass bowl then gravity drained to your tank<
I saw that style pump in use just one time when I was a little kid. At a little country station out in the boondocks. I thought it was real cool to actually see the gasoline before it flowed down the hose into the car's tank.
Nifty-250
"If you don't know where you're going, you may wind up somewhere else". Yogi Berra
I tried it a for a short time, that and pulpwooding. It was offered to me as it was the family farm and the turpentine man had run off with a hussey, left his wife and kids..
Didn't take long to find out the gum spirits of turpentine (tar) business was not for me. Dad is probably still chuckling at me from that experience.
Ditto pulpwooding in the swamp and ty-ty bay.
"I have sworn upon the altar of God, eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man." Thomas Jefferson
Reading this has been fun... remember so much of what has been posted...
As few I can think of that I haven't seen...
Candy Cigarettes...wouldn't those fly nowadays...
One I know, no one posted and maybe it only applied to us southern boys... Attending Segregated Schools...
I never attended school with black kids, until I was in the 6th grade, when the old man was transferred to England in 1963...except 1959, in Albany GA where the Klan burnt down the local black school, so they put them in our school... but blocked off an area for the black kids to attend....we weren't to cross that line they put in the main hallway.. The black kids couldn't use the cafeteria to eat at all... guess they just brought their lunch and ate in the class room.. they weren't allowed to use the playground, and recess wasn't at the same time for them as the rest of us... they had a field that was bulldozed next to the school.. that was their play ground...that was for like half the school year..
our buses would pass the black kids waiting for the bus... It delivered all the white kids to school, and then went out and got the black kids...
My happiest memories was going to West Virginia to visit grandparents and Aunts & Uncles who still owned farms in those days...
small hand pump on the kitchen counter by the sink for water...drank water out of a laddle dipped in a bucket.. even when they got running water, the old timers always said it tasted better coming out of the pump and drank in a laddle...
Folks loving unpasteurized milk, with the cream etc floating in it...
Recently talked to my cousin who is three months younger than me...I told him my favorite time as a kid was coming down to spend a week at his farm.... he told me his favorite time was for my and my brother to come visit him.... in his family was him and his older sister Judy.... he had to do a whole long list of chores daily...
when me and my brother came to visit, not only were we thrilled to do all of his chores..me and my brother would fight over to do every chore he hated to do.... he got to boss us around, instead of his dad bossing him around over the chores...
Aunt Jo had a gas stove, but still preferred to cook on her old 12 burner cast iron stove.. down there we got to drink coffee at breakfast as kids... and shoot my cousins 22s...at anything almost we wanted to....Aunt Jo use to use the gas stove for cooking things quick... kinda like what folks use a microwave for nowadays.....
almost all of our relatives had the old farm houses, which still used outhouses.. I remember when Aunt Jo and Uncle Richard invited the entire family over to see her new indoor bathroom, with plumbing and all... and an electric heater... all of our relatives heated their house with old coal burning stoves...
Uncle Richard taking us for a ride down to the saw mill him and his brother Jack owned... a ride in the bucket on his tractor.. about 5 or 6 miles down the road... No seat belts in that one...and then climbing up and jumping down in the sawdust...
several winters of riding a sled off the mountain side or down the dirt road off the mountain.. with me on the bottom, my cousin Jim on top of me, and my brother on top of him...
and flying down the road, and come around a curve, to find several of my Uncles cows in the middle of the road.. jerking off the down hill side of the road, to miss the cow, and then having to navigate going off a forested mountain side, dodging trees.. until we went crashing into the creek....coming out soaked head to toe, where it was like 20 degrees outside.. so it froze and we went back to the farm house, stiff as boards...
Aunt Jo had us strip off, and then her taking our clothes out to the clothes line and beating the ice off of them.. and then ironing them with an old cast iron, Iron she would set on the pot belly stove or the 12 burning kitchen stove .. and hour or so later they were dry, and we put them right back on... and were off riding the sled down the mountain side once again...
we sure had a hell of a lot more fun in those days, than kids do nowadays...
"Minus the killings, Washington has one of the lowest crime rates in the Country" Marion Barry, Mayor of Wash DC
“Owning guns is not a right. If it were a right, it would be in the Constitution.” ~Alexandria Ocasio Cortez
Ink wells on the school desks. They went unused for us, ballpoints were just coming in.
We learned with cartridge fountain pens. They were cleaner than the refillable type. Those things were why us lefties wrote upside down - to keep from dragging our hand through the wet ink.
“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” ― George Orwell
It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.
One I know, no one posted and maybe it only applied to us southern boys... Attending Segregated Schools...
I never attended school with black kids, until I was in the 6th grade, when the old man was transferred to England in 1963...except 1959, in Albany GA where the Klan burnt down the local black school, so they put them in our school... but blocked off an area for the black kids to attend....we weren't to cross that line they put in the main hallway.. The black kids couldn't use the cafeteria to eat at all... guess they just brought their lunch and ate in the class room.. they weren't allowed to use the playground, and recess wasn't at the same time for them as the rest of us... they had a field that was bulldozed next to the school.. that was their play ground...that was for like half the school year..
our buses would pass the black kids waiting for the bus... It delivered all the white kids to school, and then went out and got the black kids...
...and they wonder why the blacks were in favor of M L King's revolution?
“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” ― George Orwell
It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.
In 1951 the Washington state tax tokens went out of circulation. They were an Aluminum coin with a hole in the center.
I was born in 1951, and could see many places my father used tax tokens as washers.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -Ernest Hemingway The man who makes no mistakes does not usually make anything.-- Edward John Phelps
I grew up in suburban Atlanta. Started first grade in 1956. Schools were segregated, never saw a black kid in school until integration started in 1966, when I was in 11th grade.
Our teachers in grade school were a bunch of unreconstructed Southern Belles. I can still remember Miss Causey, in 4th grade, telling the class of what a terrible thing that Mr. Lincoln ended slavery, because the colored folks had it good under slavery, they all had good jobs and a nice little cabin to live in. Also I remember Miss Cofield in fifth grade had us sing this song:
All of us little white kids would stand by the desk, we knew the song by heart, and we would sing. When we got to the part that said "Pick a bale of cotton" we all bent over and spun our hands around real fast, like we were picking cotton. Then when we sang "Oh, Lordy" we raised our hands over our heads and shook our hands.
Somehow, I don't think the kids at Ashford Park School are singing "Pick a Bale of Cotton" today.
For us old gaffers, do any remember flashlight batteries that had the paper tube on them? School lunch milk in half pint glass bottles, with a paper cap?
Any more? Maybe the young bucks on the 'fire, will lean a few things about the ancient days?
In first grade 1956 we had milk 3 cents in a glass bottle. We said grace before eating.
Both of those were gone in 1957.
I was in 1st grade in 1953... Our teacher was so old, that the next year they invented cheese.. But yep - milk bottles (glass) with the paper insert on top.. Coke at the drug store was .10 cents - and that was for a 'large'.. Fuel oil was between 10-12 cents/gallon - delivered.. The only radios in vehicles was AM... Postage stamps for a letter cost .03...
Our home phone number was only 3 digits - and it was on a party line with 7 other families.. What a pita.. If I wanted to call the shop in Hudson I hadda get the operator and ask for "Hudson number 9"...
Unreal..
Ex- USN (SS) '66-'69 Pro-Constitution. LET'S GO BRANDON!!!
I drove a Model A and on really cold winter nights, before I went to bed, I'd go outside and start the old rattle trap. Let it run for a couple of minutes and then use the manual choke to kill the engine. That would leave a little gas on top of the cylinder heads and the next morning it would start right up. Worked like a charm!
I grew up in suburban Atlanta. Started first grade in 1956. Schools were segregated, never saw a black kid in school until integration started in 1966, when I was in 11th grade.
Our teachers in grade school were a bunch of unreconstructed Southern Belles. I can still remember Miss Causey, in 4th grade, telling the class of what a terrible thing that Mr. Lincoln ended slavery, because the colored folks had it good under slavery, they all had good jobs and a nice little cabin to live in. Also I remember Miss Cofield in fifth grade had us sing this song:
All of us little white kids would stand by the desk, we knew the song by heart, and we would sing. When we got to the part that said "Pick a bale of cotton" we all bent over and spun our hands around real fast, like we were picking cotton. Then when we sang "Oh, Lordy" we raised our hands over our heads and shook our hands.
Somehow, I don't think the kids at Ashford Park School are singing "Pick a Bale of Cotton" today.
What a strange song to sing in a classroom environment.
DMc
Make Gitmo Great Again!! Who gave the order to stop counting votes in the swing states on the night of November 3/4, 2020?
I remember singing the same song! Teacher taught us all the movements just like simonkenton said!
My grandkids are exceptionally fond of "Old Zip Coon!"
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
[quote=DMc]I remember a year round deer lease with turkey, dove, quail, & ducks. Also had a nice fishing pond. $600 bucks a year.
DMc : (
PS: Cheapest I remember gasoline was 37 cents a gallon.
If this were the 'Troll' thread, I'd say i remembered muskets before center-fires came along.[/quote
Standard price for gas was always 36.9 (there were no hurricanes or refinery fires in those days), unless there was a gas war. The cheapest I remember was at Timberlane DX in Boone at either 22.9 or 23.9.
Not a real member - just an ordinary guy who appreciates being able to hang around and say something once in awhile.
Happily Trapped In the Past (Thanks, Joe)
Not only a less than minimally educated person, but stupid and out of touch as well.
Standard price for gas was always 36.9 (there were no hurricanes or refinery fires in those days), unless there was a gas war. The cheapest I remember was at Timberlane DX in Boone at either 22.9 or 23.9.
You're right! There's always a .9 at the end of gasoline prices....
DMc
Make Gitmo Great Again!! Who gave the order to stop counting votes in the swing states on the night of November 3/4, 2020?
There was a viewing port for the owner of the feet, as well as two angled ports for interested parties. Mom would never let me look, probably ignoring what was being done to my feet, while worrying about my eyes. She and the salesman would be looking in the angled ports.
Not a real member - just an ordinary guy who appreciates being able to hang around and say something once in awhile.
Happily Trapped In the Past (Thanks, Joe)
Not only a less than minimally educated person, but stupid and out of touch as well.
Standard price for gas was always 36.9 (there were no hurricanes or refinery fires in those days), unless there was a gas war. The cheapest I remember was at Timberlane DX in Boone at either 22.9 or 23.9.
You're right! There's always a .9 at the end of gasoline prices....
DMc
I read somewhere that the feds started that with gas taxes. They started taxing the gas companies .3 cents per gal for highway construction. The gas companies weren't going to eat that .3 cents so they added another .6 cents to cover that and then some padding. Since no one thinks a thing about a fraction of a cent, nobody squawked and they've been doing it ever since.
“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” ― George Orwell
It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.
The bread man, the milk man, the oil man, the mail man, the fuller brush man, and the avon lady.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -Ernest Hemingway The man who makes no mistakes does not usually make anything.-- Edward John Phelps
Lets not forget Tupperware parties. The ladies loved them for years but they died when companies like Rubbermaid started selling in stores. Tupperware refused to follow suit and they about died. Their high prices didn't help much, either.
“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” ― George Orwell
It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.
A 'solid nickel' would buy a Baby Ruth the size of a good ear of corn and Jack's Cookies with the scalloped edges were 'twofers' aka two for a penny! Grandmother would take me out to the chicken yard with the .22 rifle and show me the old hen she wanted. She'd go back inside and I'd sit down by the net wire fence, poke the rifle through and rest it and when the old hen got just right....I put a slug through it's ear! I also ran the hens down on occasion and wrung their necks. Next operation was dipping the old hen or rooster in a pot of boiling water and pulling all the feathers off! I can still smell that odor on occasion! And we couldn't have iced teal unless the ICE MAN had come for the ICE BOX! Life was a helluva lot more simple in the '40s!
Lets not forget Tupperware parties. The ladies loved them for years but they died when companies like Rubbermaid started selling in stores. Tupperware refused to follow suit and they about died. Their high prices didn't help much, either.
Tupperware's patent expired. Then came Rubbermaid, etc.
DMc : )
Make Gitmo Great Again!! Who gave the order to stop counting votes in the swing states on the night of November 3/4, 2020?
Lets not forget Tupperware parties. The ladies loved them for years but they died when companies like Rubbermaid started selling in stores. Tupperware refused to follow suit and they about died. Their high prices didn't help much, either.
My wife's family were given to the lure of direct sales. She, fated to follow suit, took a shot at selling Tupperware. The highlight of her career came the night that she went to conduct a party, rank the bell, announced her presence to the lady who opened the door, waltzed on in, blithering away with inane banter, and began to set up, before being informed that she had the wrong address.
Not a real member - just an ordinary guy who appreciates being able to hang around and say something once in awhile.
Happily Trapped In the Past (Thanks, Joe)
Not only a less than minimally educated person, but stupid and out of touch as well.
I remember getting off the school bus in the afternoon at the country store and buying a Coke and bag of chips. I would hand the old guy a quarter and he would give me a nickel back. Barely remember Cokes in the short bottle for a nickel.
There was a Coke machine at the IH dealer where Dad was partsman. It was a nickel for a small bottle. You dropped in the coin and pulled a lever, which slid a bottle down. The only thing was, it was randomly stocked with both Coke and 7-Up, so you never knew what you were going to get. Then it was over to the penny peanut dispenser.
Not a real member - just an ordinary guy who appreciates being able to hang around and say something once in awhile.
Happily Trapped In the Past (Thanks, Joe)
Not only a less than minimally educated person, but stupid and out of touch as well.
Watching all the old 50's and 60's westerns of an evening and not really interested in the main stars, but the character actors that seem to show up in all of them! The obscure ones. Frank Ferguson, Leo Gordon, Robert Wilke, Dabbs Greer, Rod Cameron are just a very few. And there seems like there's 1000's more!!! Too many to mention. We've all seen em!!!
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
Some folks collect the six ounce Coke bottles. There is a code on them that tells when, and where they were made.
The original glass Coke bottles weren't the classic 'hour glass' shape but had straight sides. They are highly collectable with some going for hundreds of dollars.
The bread man, the milk man, the oil man, the mail man, the fuller brush man, and the avon lady.
We didn't have an oil or bread man, but we had a milkman, fuller brush man, mailman, and a guy came around that sharpened scissors and knives.
DMc : )
I forgot the garbage man. The big strong guy that came in the yard to get it, and carried it on his shoulder. Now we have a hydraulic lift on the side of the truck to lift it at the street.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -Ernest Hemingway The man who makes no mistakes does not usually make anything.-- Edward John Phelps
Some folks collect the six ounce Coke bottles. There is a code on them that tells when, and where they were made.
I remember reading the bottoms of coke bottles where they had the place they were made imprinted, from all the cases of them at my Grandfather's store at his gas station...and imagine all the distances they had traveled and how many times they'd been refilled...kinda like wonder where a bottle had been that had washed up on a beach...
his coke machine, was a large old cooler, filled with water, and cooled by a motor underneath.. weren't as cold as out of a refrigerator.. but no one seemed to care..
Funny how in those day, an 8 ounce coke seemed to hit the spot, and nowadays how many people do you see walking out of a 7/11 with a 44 oz "Big Gulp"... no wonder Diabetes is rampant in today's society...
When they went to larger coke bottles, I remember people putting them back in the coke crates out front, and many of them were not completely empty... we had to pour them all out into the storm drain, as coke wouldn't pick up the crates if the bottles weren't all empty...
Like the old song. "those were the days my friends, we thought they'd never end"....
In the same vein, how many remember their grand parents talking about their old days and how much better and simpler they thought those were...my grandfather was born in 1907 and my grandmother in 1911....
and grandpa thought you never needed much more than a 30/30, a 12 gauge, and his favorite gun, since Rabbit and Squirrel were his favorite two forms of meat.. his Savage 24 in 22 LR on top and .410 shotgun on the bottom...
"Minus the killings, Washington has one of the lowest crime rates in the Country" Marion Barry, Mayor of Wash DC
“Owning guns is not a right. If it were a right, it would be in the Constitution.” ~Alexandria Ocasio Cortez
Granddad had a coke machine in his barbershop. You put a nickle in the slot, pulled the handle and the entire top of the machine rotated. Lift the lid and pull out your drink. Would only hold 24 bottles. Ice cold, when you took the cap off, the contents would turn to ice filled liquid.
Every town had at least one Cold Storage plant where (among other things) ladies could store their furs and woolens over the summer to keep them from being moth-ridden. Usually, that was also the place you could buy ice, and sometimes dry ice.
Our little grocery store still offers charge accounts. We haven't taken advantage of that yet. Probably will when the kids get to running around on their own. That's coming soon. My daughter is 14 and she keeps telling me that she can take drivers ed now and get her drivers license.
I remember singing the same song! Teacher taught us all the movements just like simonkenton said!
My grandkids are exceptionally fond of "Old Zip Coon!"
Yes! You had to sing the same song when you were a kid! Can you imagine today, if a teacher tried to get the class to sing "Oh, Lawdy, pick a bale of cotton...Oh, Lawdy pick a bale a day..."
Her teaching career would be ended that very day. She would be lucky to not get arrested.
The NFL had fewer teams, and played in MLB parks. The dirt part of the baseball infield when it was muddy, and the end zones marked with white diagonal stripes. The goal posts curved over the goal line.
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ell. The way it was, back then.