Chip Chester
Super Member
Re-cappable tires. Trading stamps. Laws against connecting non-phone-company devices to the phone line. (That last one could be an urban legend.)
Chip
Chip
I am so old I remember........
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rnorton
Super Member
I remember $100 weekly paychecks, before deductions, from that same period.
We now sign off the air after our broadcast day with the National Anthem
There used to be a time when you could use the words "Ballcock" and "Manhole" and people KNEW you were a plumber
I remember all the fumes from naturally aspirated cars and leaded gas with benzine. The air is a lot better after that Indian guy cried on TV
There used to be a time when you could use the words "Ballcock" and "Manhole" and people KNEW you were a plumber
I remember all the fumes from naturally aspirated cars and leaded gas with benzine. The air is a lot better after that Indian guy cried on TV
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Cassius Clay, Willie Mays, Ernie Banks, The Bruiser, The Crusher, Johnny Unitas
I remember watching Ike's "Military-Industrial Complex" speech on TV.
I also remember seeing ordinary-at-home Native Americans sitting on their front porches in traditional bead-worked leather and feather headgear. Saw them during roadtrips on the old 2-lanes which were all we had before those new-fangled interstates were built.
I remember what a steam train smells like rattling along in the night so dark before we polluted the Milky Way and the Northern Lights out of existence with all our security lights.
I remember when nothing man-made had ever yet entered space.
I remember when the default for overseas travel was a ship as those planes weren't yet trusted all that much.
I remember when a volcano in Mexico now looming thousands of feet over a nearby city was just a foot-tall curiosity in a poor farmer's beanfield.
I remember my great-grandmother's heavily wrinkled face as she told how she killed a Yankee with a sword when he broke down the door of her North Carolina house while her husband was off being killed in the Civil War, and her daughter's (my grandmother) story about the ruined honeymoon when Titanic sank.
I don't remember them from life, as I'm not *quite* that old, but I do have dinosaur bones decorating my garden.
I also remember seeing ordinary-at-home Native Americans sitting on their front porches in traditional bead-worked leather and feather headgear. Saw them during roadtrips on the old 2-lanes which were all we had before those new-fangled interstates were built.
I remember what a steam train smells like rattling along in the night so dark before we polluted the Milky Way and the Northern Lights out of existence with all our security lights.
I remember when nothing man-made had ever yet entered space.
I remember when the default for overseas travel was a ship as those planes weren't yet trusted all that much.
I remember when a volcano in Mexico now looming thousands of feet over a nearby city was just a foot-tall curiosity in a poor farmer's beanfield.
I remember my great-grandmother's heavily wrinkled face as she told how she killed a Yankee with a sword when he broke down the door of her North Carolina house while her husband was off being killed in the Civil War, and her daughter's (my grandmother) story about the ruined honeymoon when Titanic sank.
I don't remember them from life, as I'm not *quite* that old, but I do have dinosaur bones decorating my garden.
Yeah, but do you remember when the phone didn't even have a dial and some lady answered and hooked you up? I do.
Sandy G
Retired Member
I remember sweatin' Bullets 'cause the Principal of my school sat in the pew in front of us in church, & my dad would always ask him if I'd been a Good Boy last week..My homeroom teacher lived across the street from us..Had to start calling her "Mrs Koger", not "Aunt Marie" anymore...Everybody on yr street was "Aunt" or "Uncle", whether they were kin or not...You KNEW where all the Cookies were kept in everybody's house on yr street..You were VERY happy if YOUR house was where all the neighborhood kids gathered.. Going ANYWHERE in town & knowing you'd be welcome..
electroking
a- v- karma member
Plymouths and Pontiacs were available (my father owned two and one, respectively).
sheltie dave
Addicted Member
I remember going to A&P shopping for groceries. After the bagger bagged them, he carried them out to the car. Without even asking.
If you wanted coffee, you had to grind the beans yourself, then bag the grind, then weigh it. And you wrote down the weight, not a clerk. People were honest.
There was no such thing as a shopping mall.
Music was heard either on Dad's Zenith console downstairs, my sister's York all in one, or my brother's little transistor.
The King Biscuit Flour Hour had recently switched over to live concerts.
Life was simple.
If you wanted coffee, you had to grind the beans yourself, then bag the grind, then weigh it. And you wrote down the weight, not a clerk. People were honest.
There was no such thing as a shopping mall.
Music was heard either on Dad's Zenith console downstairs, my sister's York all in one, or my brother's little transistor.
The King Biscuit Flour Hour had recently switched over to live concerts.
Life was simple.
