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I remember the outhouse that we used as kids way back in the early 1960s. That was at a one room country school in west central Ks. They did have one for boys and girls, as we only had two genders those days.

Threads like this remind us why that old show "The Waltons" was so popular.

We all want to live in simpler times.

Going to the card catalog to look up a real book in a library

Not to mention the wars and depression they saw. We take so much for granted now.

LOL, I can imagine what would've happened if a kid had declared he was "non- binary" back then.

Whiteout.

My Mom was born in 1910 in a house that was built when Ban Franklin was still alive. She was the oldest of 13, four of whom died serving in WW-II, and she was in the Army, also. Dad drove a deuce and a half during the Battle of the Bulge.

I'm a Boomer, born in February 1947. I have flown jets that were manufactured when I was six years old. Until my high school years, there were no phone area codes and all calls other than local had to go through a long distance operator. Our number was Mercury 2-5062. Cars got 1,000 miles between oil changes, and most "new" oil was recycled 30W. You'd switch to 10W in winter or the starter wouldn't turn over. Tires were rayon cord bias ply, and they'd have flat spots if the car sat too long. You'd hear and feel them going "wump...wump...wump" until they warmed up.

Very few people were rich enough to fly on commercial airlines, most of which were DC-3s, and if you did, you wore your Sunday best suit. They were disappearing by the 50s, but you could still see and hear steam locomotives hauling freight trains.

In college, I carried 18 to 20 semester hours, commuted to classes, and worked part time in a Western Auto store at $1.65/hr which was the minimum pay rate. Tuition at a major University was $800 a semester, and I paid off my student loans within a couple of years after graduation. Gas was 30 cents a gallon and my VW bug got 30 mpg, a happy coincidence.

They always appeared rather opulent to me for a depression era family.

Home made mittens on a string, grandma made them.
Grandma was born in an actual sod cabin on the prairie homestead 1888. Lived to 1989 sharp minded all the way.
She fondly remembered as a girl the last of the true wild Indians passing the place, some stopping to trade for food.
I sat chatting with her during a couple different shuttle launches on tv.
The things she saw and related are amazing now.

Osky

I think people in the country did better during the depression. My father talked about hunting deer outside the legal season for food.

5 cent fountain Cokes, five cent ice cream cones.

Party lines, "11 on 2"

Before white girls hung out on the other side of the tracks

We have been "progressed".

And had crackers paying for their mistakes.

Two dollar a carton Lucky Strikes.

Two dollar a carton Lucky Strikes.

When there were democrats instead of lying, no good, POS, dumbassed, low life, corksucking dimocrap commie traitors.

The dimmer switch on the floorboard.

Hog cracklings for lunch right out of the big black kettle full of boiling lard on hog killing day.

When chicken for dinner meant little grandkids fighting over who gets to take first shot at a young roosters head with an open sighted 22.

55 cent hot beef sandwich.