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I’m so old I used a party line phone with no dial. You picked up the reciever and listened to see if someone else in the area was taking. Then you gave the operator the number you wanted.
ditto
Ditto!
I’m so old that I remember party lines. My grandma had one and the person she shared the line was always on the phone. My grandma rarely showed her temper, but it was funny to hear her say, “Wait your turn for once, biddy” in response to the clicks, when she finally gained access to the line.
We had a rotary phone and a party line … it was a bit of a hoot sometimes for us, as children, to listen in to the neighbors … until, of course, the grownups found out about our shenanigans.
Those were the days … better than these days … the Cold War was nothing compared with the BS that we’ve got today …
I still remember the number – 1817J
What is that?
I’m so old that I can remember our family used to get glass bottles of milk delivered by a milk man / dairy route guy,
and those bottles had just a little cardboard disc that inserted into the spout of the glass bottle as its lid.
The house I grew up in had a milk chute…a small 1′ x 1′ exterior door that opened to a small space kept naturally cool, with an interior door to retrieve milk without having to step outside.
Further, that path was the hole I remember squirming through, when me and my bro got locked out of the house a few times as really young lads.
But then, too, I’m so old I remember times when we didn’t lock the doors to the house, the keys were left inside of the car, and in summer, the windows were left open while we were away, so a breeze could pass through the screens and clear out the stale air, and bring in fresh.
Then we got robbed a few times, and it became habit to just lock up stuff to avoid getting ripped off.
But, we lived on the fringes of a large city that’s been governed by Democrats for 60 years, so it makes sense.
Out in the country, I’m guessing they rarely needed to worry about such things.
Small wonder that people of integrity are moving to the small towns / sticks / rural areas in droves.
Our glass bottles had a round bulge in the neck to allow the cream to collect. The Ice Man came around to fill the icebox/refrigerator and we made ice cubes with an ice pick.
My father-in-law was a milkman up until 1968 when he went to work at a chemical plant. Still around at 88. Worked for Dixie Dairy which was taken over by Midwest.
Maternal Grandmother owned a dairy, the Ravenswood. Dad got in the doghouse one day when he replied when I asked him why he married mom “Well, for the free ice cream” . Mom made fridge magnets out of the milk bottle caps for the family as a remembrance.
https://www.mccookgazette.com/story/1196451.html
Actually in the link about the flood the reporter guessed, He wasn’t trying to rescue cows. Grand dad was attempting to rescue the Miller family and drowned with other American Legionairs. The Miller family lost 5 of 6 children and the parents.
THE WORLD-HERALD: OMAHA, NEB., THURSDAY, AUGUST 29, 1935
AWARD FLOOD CITATIONS (summarized)
The families of Glenn C. Bell and five fellow legionairs who drowned while engaged in disaster relief work during the Republican River floods were awarded a special citation for heroism and bravery by the Lincoln, Nebraska department adjutant
We had to shake the milk that was delivered — like you mention — because the cream was at the top — i.e., not homogenized.
Also had to enter the house through the milk chute … a bit of a bitch if the inside door to the chute was latched shut …
Also had mail chutes into the living room … one of our neighbors was a letter carrier for the Post Office … somebody really had it in for him one Halloween when he and his wife and 3 sons were gone and the evil-doer ran the garden hose into the mail chute and into the living room — and turned the water on full … for about 3 hours. Our neighbor ‘went postal’ … wanted to kill every kid within 5 miles. No one was ever found who did it …
Sadly, our personal experience living in really small towns on the OR Coast (one town had about 800 full-time residents in a 45 square mile area. another locale had about 1,800 full-time residents within a 70 square mile area) was that they’re full of ’60s-era communist sympathizers … along with various other career malcontent types like the guy who claims to have founded Occupy Wall Street. They want to take over the small towns on their way to taking over the big cities … and it’s working.
I’m so old we had to crawl under the cow and suck straight from the teat because nobody had invented the milk pail yet…
My father was the milk man / ice man.
Hi Dad…
Had a b/w 9″ TV well into my 20’s that I had to use a pair of plyers to change channels. The master (1Br) bedroom TeeVee.;0
I remember building houses without nail guns, lifts, and 30 Mexicans…
And AM car radios only.
I’m so old I choked the chicken gazing at Nat Geo pics. And the babes weren’t from Norway, either. Those were the days when water was free, and you had to pay for porn. Not kidding.
I remember when this —> # <—- was called a pound sign.
I know I'm old because it takes 5 seconds to scroll down to the year I was born.
Glad you made it this far … keep on truckin’ …
The Sears and Roebuck catalog had some descent ladies’ lingerie pictures too.
It also made pretty good striking paper.
Poor boys playboy mag.
I remember hot, sultry nights in Virginia when we kids would catch lightnin’ bugs in a jar.
Was that before, or after chasing the mosquito spraying truck?
Did you ever catch a June bug and tie a thread to one of its legs to fly it around?
Transistor radio – Oh no much older than that, we had a radio that was more like a piece of furniture; It was maybe an RCA or Philco I don’t remember but it was big.
I remember the first time I ever saw a TV I was at a neighbor’s house, a group of neighbors had gathered there and all the adults were discussing the latest news that was on TV that Russia had just tested a nuclear bomb I could tell by their reactions that they thought it was a big deal. I went in and looked at the TV but didn’t understand what the big fuss was all about.
Truman made that announcement that Russia had detonated a nuclear device on Sept 23 1949, so that was the first time I saw a TV.
The last 8 track I got for Christmas was Chilliwack.
Must have been a newer deck… theres no matchbooks jammed into one side or the other to make’m play.
Great recall! My first 8Track was Alice Cooper’s Schools Out album.
A sailor nicknamed “space cadet” played that tape every day in the crews mess when he mess cooked for 3 months. He was a pretty sharp Fire Control Tech. He dated three sisters one after another and dumped them for their mom. Whenever I hear that music it brings back a memory of him playing it day in and out.
I’m so old I remember going to see “The Godfather” with my parents when it came out; why that seemed like a good idea to them is beyond me to this day (I was 3 at the time), but…
I’m so old that I remember when there were only two genders, communists were the enemy and White/male/ Christian, often referred to as We the People, was the majority rule .
That really was a long time ago.
Well, if it wasn’t for me you all wouldn’t have fire. I’m so old the wheel hadn’t been invented, meat was eaten raw and clothing was made from grass and straw. I got so cold I decided I needed something to warm up with so I began rubbing straw bits together for a new coat and when smoke began to form I blew on the smoke and, voila, there was a spark and….the rest is history. I’m also responsible for indoor plumbing but that is a tale best left for another day. You can thank me later.
+1 thx for the ride lady…
I’m so old I remember when there was a universal death penalty for not offering your seat to a woman or sassing a grown up. Both were repealed in the sixties
Forgot to mention the Edge of Night was on radio only.
And Amos ‘n’ Andy was on …
The only one walking around talking on their phone was Dick Tracy. The idea of a mobile phone was pure science fiction.
I remember being under the constant threat of Thermonuclear war and was happy with life. ;0
My Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea lunch box.
Old shit, old memories …
This is the very first house I bought.
That bulge behind the bush was for an ice-chest, like the Honeymooners had.
Next to it to is a coal chute going to a coal bin in the basement.
The house directly across the street was a Sears Catalog house.
I paid $46,000 for it in 1981. It’s for sale now for $146,000. I shoulda rented it out.
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It’s amazing — but, should not be — the absolute BULLSHIT realtors resort to to sell a house. The first floor is the living room and kitchen/dining room. The 3 upstairs bedrooms are anything but “spacious”. Closet space is minuscule. The 1 and only bathroom is tiny, barely enough room for two people to navigate. That chimney is about to topple over. Unless others have fixed it, every basement wall had significant cracks and bulges. The lot is a postage stamp. It says 1500 sq ft, but it feels waaaay smaller than that. And it’s not a fucken “tudor”!!! But, hey, the description is awesome and the pics beautiful. But, it ain’t reality.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/4222-Beaver-Ave-Fort-Wayne-IN-46807/73120015_zpid/?
You can still purchase this slice of Americana for $500,000 or Moar in many Amerikan Utopias.
Must be in a very sketchy neighborhood at $146k
Actually, it’s not. It’s called the Foster Park neighborhood … and the houses are all about 100 years old … and a few grand older mansions scattered about. When I lived there, there wasn’t even one black family there. As white as white can be. A quaint and pretty place, really.
That house was built from the ground up using only hand tools by one man and his son … immigrants from Germany.
That’s a steal then. Not what I’ve been finding around the country; from Colorado to S. Dakota, Alabama and Georgia…here in the Blue Ridge Mtns of far WNC, and in the country at that.
I was looking at a French Manor House today with a pool and a view of the snow- capped Alps for 435, 000 Euro. It also had a two story guest house. Beyond beautiful home.
that’s pretty inexpensive…and it wasn’t a “ruin,” as they often promote renovations?
“Integration” is that period of time between the first black family moving in and the last white family moving out.
I still remember waking up, throwing some porridge, red river or oat meal down the gullet and book’n it out the door. We’d be roaming from snag’n gophers to dirtball fights with the Batkey bros down the street. Winters were digging snow forts in snow banks or riding snow mobiles as my pappy sold Artic Cats in his service station.
Head’n off, walking into town with my older brother, with 25 cents to the matinee and popcorn. Only I didn’t buy popcorn because I saved 15 cents for a golden delicious apple. Me muther would clang a steel rod hanging by the door at dinner time to signal our return home. After dinner but before bed time it was Rat Patrol, Disney on Sundays on a B&W tv with tinfoiled rabbit ears that someone was always turning.
McD’s cheeseburger .15
Coke a Cola .15 (Bottle from a machine)
Pack of smokes .25
Took my wife to the doctor Thursday morning. When done she wanted an Egg McMuffin. Ordered 2. Cost: $10.19. (SF Bay Area).
to the moon Alice!
Skyrocketing cost of English muffins. The dollar has been losing against the pound sterling again…
Does anyone remember Ralston hot cereal? Remember it from my childhood and never found out what happened to it.
Maltomeal is now $3.98 a box. Ralston is still around…you can order it online…My uncle owned a feed store and feed mill in Meridian, Texas. Pop. 980. I’ll never forget it. Ralston Purina and Red Chain Feed, he owned combines and trucks and would follow the harvests through the country, then come back and mill and bag the feed. Us chillens would run amock over the sacks, but we were never allowed near where the grain was milled. Many years before, a man had fallen into the hopper and died, hence the prohibitions.
The feed store had a scale and lots of trucks would get weighed. It was in the office where I discovered a stack of pornographic postcards from Mexico. The men wore black masks like Zorro’s mask and they all had on black socks as well. Being a kid, I wasn’t sure but I doubted that black masks and socks were required wearing attire for sex.
https://th.bing.com/th/id/R52ca4fca3f420d70270c837b0b79fb87?rik=oSi652giambS1A&pid=ImgRaw
Ah yes, remember when a dime bag was actually $10, and three fingers? Haven’t touched the stuff in decades.
OK, bathroom outside, pitcher-pump at sink, green and white hams hanging on porch, refrigerator was gas, great grand mother had a ice-box, no car, no phone, no a/c, no fan, no TV, had a tube radio, no phono, had a great garden, chickens and rabbits, bought boxes of chicken tails and necks, crates of ‘out of date’ vegetables, shed full of our canned food and home made beer, used grand mother’s home made soap she made in our yard, used wringer washer, ate fried gourds from the woods, black berry & mulberry pies, local dairy milk, fish we caught, etc.
Only spoiled yuppies had inside wells.
and beds. Maybe you grew up in the South too but way after me otherwise you wouldn’t use such a modern word like yuppies. We’d said Crackers or hillbillys . I bet even poor folks in West Virginia who slept in card board boxes on the floor had to have inside walls to protect themselves from the cold.
Oh, that’s wells not walls. Wells require derricks to drill and repair so I don’t know anybody who installs wells inside their house; but then I don’t know any yuppies . They would be liberals so who knows what stupid shit they might do.
My mother washed cloths using the old style wringer washing machine.
And then the clothes were hung outside on a clothes line to dry.
Even in winter. Then they were brought in like planks to hang inside until thoroughly dry.
I can still smell the freshness of line dried sheets.
Remember the ironing bag? We had a soda bottle with a corked sprinkler head to sprinkle the clothes to be ironed and ball them up and stuff them into the bag for a couple hours before ironing them. Plugged the iron into the light socket overhead in the kitchen. When the iron came on the light dimmed.
We used an retired old iron that was heated on the wood stove for a door stop.
My dad literally had his finger pulled off by the ringer of one one of those. A country doc reattached it. It was at a 90 degree angle to what it should have been, but otherwise was fine. Apparently they put chicken manure on it to stop infection. Beats me if it really worked, but that is what they did.
I remember , well i don’t, well I do. Driving dirt bikes along old railroad lines collecting copper. Shit is expensive now. The old glass on the high wires.
Want to thank everyone that posted a comment on this article. There are the memories we have. And there are those we’ve forgotten which others can bring back to us. Nothing is more relaxing than time traveling in your mind.
I am so old I remember when chicken tasted like chicken, unlike the ones available now that go from egg to plate in just a few weeks.
And a bag of chicken feed smelled wonderful and wasn’t shaped like rife pellets.
I remember the Feed Stores smelling good; today they have almost no smell.