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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.

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.

Wabigoon mentioned desks with ink-wells - ours were mounted on wood runners.
Cartridge type fountain pens.

You only needed to pull the one on the flywheel side......

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"

Small memory correction for posts above:

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.

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.

I worked at a Liberty filling station and gas was ten cents per gallon, full service, including washing the windshield.

Yeah, also a master cylinder for the brakes as well as the clutch, lets not forget the fun of changing u-joints on an enclosed driveshaft either.

Banks had hard floors, bars on the teller windows, and the pens were chained down.

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.

", and the pens were chained down."

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!

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 push started more junk with 6V and a generator damn near further than I drove them!

When 12V and a one wire alternator came along I thought I died and went to Heaven.

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!

Still got my card !!

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.