On the hip, with cigg ashes landing on my soft spot, bacon grease splattering on my legs

Picture is worth a thousand words

I was the first born of 4 kids. Mom got a baby buggy when I arrived in 1950. I remember it because my two sisters and a brother all rode around in that same buggy. Last time the stork came was in 1957 and the buggy was still holding up well IIRC. Mom must have put a lot of miles on that thing, and I bet it wasn't made in China.

OP put up an interesting and informative post, thanks.

I cant remember back that far.

My mother put me into a small reed boat, in the Nile River. I was picked up downstream by one of Pharoah's house maids.

We had a car

don't remember.

Couple years ago one of my sisters had our parents old home movies put onto DVD. One scene was ice skating in the winter with mom skating around holding an infant in her arms, ( my younger brother, born 1957). We all had a good laugh with mom about that one, (she's 93 now), as today she could probably get arrested for endangering the welfare of a child by doing that.

Mom always preferred a sweet Russian Izzy type 3 AK.
She hates AKM,s....

The kid has a tiddy and an AK and mom is rockin' face art and a cool hat. Beats being a crack baby in Louisville.

Best thread in a long time.


mike r

With ash trays and second hand smoke in the car.

I also didn’t wear a seat belt but stretched out along the back window

Good times

We didn’t believe in seatbelts

I laid in the back window of my dad’s 71 Chevelle

I wasn’t, if I hadn’t learnt to crawl pretty damn quick I would have been left behind.

Ha!, I can relate to that. When ever someone got heavy on the brakes the ride was on!!

Lol
Heck yes

I don't know. But I suspect that I just wallered around on the floor until I figured out how to stand up and get around.

The car seat with a mini beer.

Milled receiver AK, too.

Definitely a 3 cow family.

Milled receiver ???

With a nipple in my mouth...Not much has changed...

They didn't carry me long, I was rather large and my Mom was tiny. They had a heavy duty buggy.

There's nothing like a Mother...

Red scarf... I think I would....

Us either.....

Me .. toted .. how 'bout "precariously ... and dropped on my head often?"

We (my lil sis) rolled in the back seat hot boxed with Marlboro....

I am a bit envious of this little tyke.

By the time I was as old as many of these kids, I was driving the tractor all day in the summer, and hiking along behind Dad's horse in the hills big game hunting in the fall. When the hill got steep, we (little sister and I) grabbed the horse's tail for an assist up the hill.

But no, once we were able to stand on our own two feet, Mom did not carry us anywhere.

I was papoosed.

Upside down I'm beginning to suspect/

Can't remember being toted, but I was sure pulled along by the ear plenty.

We were free range....

One of my earliest childhood memories if of deer hunting with Dad. He had an old G.I. issue field pack he'd cut holes in the bottom of for my little legs to stick out. He'd load me in that pack. sling me on his back and off we'd go. I distinctly remember him heading up the mountain to his hunting spot above camp. Pleasant recollections from a long ago bygone era.

Anyplace I cared to roam in Mom's '68 Malibu except the drivers seat.

Early memory of being burned by a cigarette in an old Nova....

Just like 22250, all five of us kids were hauled around in a dark pink baby buggy. Folded up nicely to fit in the trunk of a '57 Plymouth two door.
It would be an antique now and probably worth something.

Bouncing on the tailgate of a '65 chevy oickup comes to mind. They toted little brother around in a laundry basket so I can assume we older brothers got the same treatment

I was told that for weeks I was held protectively nearly every hour my mother was awake. Her sister lost a baby the day before I was born & naturally, it freaked my mother out. Watched over closely till my brother was born & then I was told to get the hell out of the house & go play, just stay out of the street. One was none & two was one I guess.

My mom tried to put me in one of them fancy newfangled collapsible strollers, but I figured out how to work the lever that collapsed it. I used to delight in pulling the lever at the worst possible times, so she had to get one of those old-fashioned 30's style strollers instead. We still have it in the basement.

Once I started seriously walking, she had to put me in a harness and a leash. Actually, I like that a whole lot better than holding her hand.

Some tough hard working women out there.

Reminds me of how my kid takes my granddaughter out hunting and looking for sheds. She fits pretty snug in his pack, and has loads of fun.






She doesn't navigate the uneven terrain too well on her own yet!





LOL. "You didn't even get me!"

That was almost 70 years ago. They didn’t have plastic back then.