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I remember.....I do not resent ....

Royal

Well-known member
Getting older. At least I can remember, what I consider, better days and a better childhood than many kids have today. Better childhood than even the kids from wealthy family's.

I remember and I imagine most of you do to-Royal





'Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?'
'We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,' I informed him.
'All the food was slow.'

'C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?'
'It was a place called 'at home,'' I explained!
'Mom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.'

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.
But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it :
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, never wore Levis, never set foot on a golf course, never traveled out of the country or had a credit card. In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears & Roebuck.
Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died.

My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow)
We didn't have a television in our house until I was 19.
It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a..m. And there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people.

I was 21 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called 'pizza pie.'
When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had..

I never had a telephone in my room.
The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home but MILK was.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers --my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which he got to keep 2 cents. He had to get up at 6AM every morning.
On Saturday, he had to collect the 42 cents from his customers. His favorite customers were the ones who gave him 50 cents and told him to keep the change. His least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.
Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.

Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?
MEMORIES from a friend :
My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it.. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea.. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to 'sprinkle' clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.
How many do you remember?
Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
Real ice boxes.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering (hair curling rods too) irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.

Older Than Dirt Quiz :
Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about.
Ratings at the bottom.
1. Blackjack chewing gum
2.Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
5. Coffee shops or diners with tableside juke boxes
6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines on the telephone
8 Newsreels before the movie
9. P.F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11.. TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (there were only 3 channels [if you were fortunate])
12. Peashooters
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S& H greenstamps
16. Hi-fi's
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19. Blue flashbulb
20. Packards
21. Roller skate keys
22. Cork popguns
23. Drive-ins
24. Studebakers
25. Wash tub wringers

If you remembered 0-5, You're still young
If you remembered 6-10, You're getting older
If you remembered 11-15, Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 16-25, You' re older than dirt!

I might be older than dirt but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.
 
Wow...older than dirt here...had a flashback when I read "cork popguns" From an engineering standpoint they work thusly...theres a spring operated plunger that resides in the barrel, upon jacking the lever, the spring is compressed and held in place by the trigger mechanism. Upon squeezing the trigger, the metal plunger advances up the barrel at a high rate of speed, compressing air as it goes, until there is sufficient psi to blow the cork out with a "pop"...
On the street however, corks were often removed and these guns fired globs of dirt, easily inserted into the barrel by jamming the end of it in the ground...this made for the realistic action of actually firing a projectile...anyway, to the flashback, one day I inserted my finger into the end of such a toy, like seen on the Three Stooges, and depressed the trigger, the plunger shot forth, and contacted said finger, and I swear shot my finger nail all the way up my arm under the skin until it exited my body at the elbow! At least thats what it felt like!
Oh, a box of Ohio Blue Tip matches make for a wonderful toy in many various ways as well!
 
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inner tubes and close pins and such. I forget just how they were made. I know we made a repeater some way. Cripe, a kid would look down their noses at something like that now days. I remember making diamonds by taking a bb gun and shooting the bottom of bottles.

Remember when Bars were called "Beer Gardens"?
 
I got them all except the Butch wax. Every now and then I share some of my memories with the kids I work with and I seriously think they believe that I am making it up. I could probably add 25 more things to that list, but then I'd just feel even older. :)
 
wanted a proverbial "plugged nickel" and laid it on top of the .22 barrel because i couldn't hit the middle and couldn't afford more nickels :blush:
I ended up with a lower lip and nose full of shrapnel and damn luckily not my eyes! I never found the nickel.:lol:
 
would not wash the hair for weeks at a time so that hair would stand. Mom would ask, "You wash that hair?" Yes mom. :D
 
Ha! Wayne! Its a wonder any of us lived to tell about it...that was hilarious!...we used to have slingshot fights, but instead of shooting gravel like the rest of the neighborhood kids..I found the shooting range in town where the cops and other fellows went to blast off a few rounds, being an enterprising youth, I would recover their spent .38 cal wadcutters to employ as ammo for the slingshot battles...
good thing wrist rockets were too expensive, or i'd still be in the slammer!
 
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Those were the best of time.. The simple pleasures.. Evey, Ivey over, kick the can.. Staying out at night until it got dark and playing hide and seek. And the folks did not worry about us.

No television [oh wait.. I still have that :): }, radio shows ; the green hornet, the shadow.

Getting your fingers caught in the washer wringers [only once :): }

Thanks for the drag down memory lane bud!!

Fair winds

Micheal
 
One that stands out a lot was the washer ringers. We had one with the agitator and my father had carved me a wooden submarine as he worked at the EB Shipyard at the time. I was hanging over the tub watching the agitator wack it around, " Heavy Seas" and must of hit the lever that stared them turning. All of a sudden it grabbed my arm cuff and sucked me right into it, in a rush to get away I tossed my self backwards and broke my arm in to places. Had to be about 5 or 6 years old but still remember it well. Most of summer in a sling. I lived not to far from a backwater creek then and would go blue shell crabbing to past the time. We ate good that summer. George-CT
 
well automatic for them. The kids loved it. It seems before they got it the kids had to operate the washing machine with a lever that they worked back and forth, something like that handle that filled the old glass gas pumps.

One day their dad came home with a washing machine that had a gasoline engine on it. They put the thing in the kitchen and put the exhaust out the window. She said it was noisy as heck but the kids did not care, they loved it. That was Hi Tech in the 20's
 
i doubt with all my aiming and trying ever came close to shooting a bird,,but guns were neet when we were youngsters....
 
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