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The rotary phone reminded me, area codes were assigned based on how frequently they were called. Original area codes for NYC 212, Chicago 312, LA 213, Dallas 214 – short rotate back to home. Wyoming 307, Vermont 802, NS/PEI 902 – need to wait a bit for the dial to rotate back. Hasn’t matter since 80s and touch tone.
Do you remember Party Lines???
single ring for us, double for the neighbors 🙂
The original ‘social media’ …
Great trip down memory lane in this one.
Typewriter class taught us to use all our fingers on QWERTY keyboards, instead of hen pecking with 1 or both index fingers.
Nowadays, I’m amazed at the speed of the thumbs used by the younguns while texting on their idumbphones.
Of the three, I’d vote for Raquel.
Hands down. & probably still looks great.
A crochet afghan from Granny…a helluva keepsake to pass down to the little ones, especially on cold winter days.
Lastly, the frozen OJ tubes might be a smart prepper addition to the freezer in these uncertain times.
Took a typing class in summer school before 9th grade. Didn’t type regularly until 20 years later and was amazed at how it came back to me. I’m still not fast by any means but can navigate mostly by touch.
How the hell did everyone’s grandmother end up knitting the identical afghan?
I smell a conspiracy.
My wife used to make them for people. We still have several.
My wife makes those crocheted blankets – I suppose she is now old enough to be a grandmother, but she was a young chick in the 70’s.
Our past can take on view that it was idyllic. Many of today’s problems are rooted, though, in our history… what we are seeing is the acceleration, through technology, loss of morals, urban decay, of those seeds taking an aggressive hold on the foundational elements of our democratic republic.
I am fond of my childhood, but I understand that I lived in a poor neighborhood. We all had holes in our jeans where our moms slapped patches on them to extend their life. I had a sense of freedom and roamed the woods incessantly, but abuse was still rampant and the haves vs. the have nots were very evident. Today, we are flooded with images of all of society’s ills that were happening decades ago without mass media putting it into mainstream. I think it is important to be critical that our childhoods had some differences with today’s children that I think many of us treasured, but let’s not get trapped into confirmation bias.
And, yes, I ate at the Woolworth’s lunch counter… 😉
Hey everybody, it’s Debbie Downer!
The ‘haves’ and ‘have nots’ nonsense has been old for decades …
There have always been unequal outcomes in our lives — always will be — it’s part of life. It’s also karma — and God didn’t promise US equal outcomes — just the life that we’ve earned …
Most Americans have the life their parents earned and get the after life they earned.
Was thinking exact same thing!
Lol…the Colonel makes another cameo on TBP, but oh so subtle with his innuendo.
The Ah-Hah needs only to be sought, by those willing to sniff out the clue, and come to a realization.
~Seek and ye shall find.
Knock and it shall be opened.
Depends who is asking, if ye expect to receive.
but look at the smog in the backgrounds of the car photos, leaded gas mmmmm
That’s not smog. It’s smoke from kids lighting up their Luckies and Pall Malls after school.
That’s terrible. I didn’t start smoking ’til I was NINE, for chrissakes.
Slacker.
And Llamas — I mean, Camels …
Actually, we used to get ours from the corner smoke shop — that’s when we were 14 — they were made in Canada — cost 14¢ a pack here — you could feel your lungs getting a good coat of tar …
Anybody remember “Jesus Christ Superstar” on 33 vinyl?
played that every day after school for a year.
When I was that age “lite” hadn’t been invented so we had to make do with the real stuff.
As a senior in high school, the principal encouraged me to take typing I, as it would help me in college with term papers. I did and found myself as the only guy & only senior is a class full of cute sophomore girls who were more than willing to assist me when I had difficulties. All of the other senior guys were in Ag class, learning to cut bulls and boars.
LOL… I took cooking class for two reasons, in HS… The girls and the class was just before lunch… win win…
The HS Spanish teacher booted me out of class and I wound up in typing and I loved it; beautiful teacher and classmates. I took a nutrition class from the FSU School of Home Economics because I had lost 40 lbs and got malnutrition from starvation; the FSU clinic gave me vitamins; the class was all females but they were unfriendly lesbians I guess. Took a dance class from the Athletic Dept; mostly females and they were all wonderful.
Ah, the days of the Charlie Chip man. Mowing lawns for a buck, and learning about the world via World Book. Don’t miss the Pinto though.
Our late 60’s HS parking lot was muscle car central. I had a crappy early 60s Impala that got 250 mi. to a quart of 10w30.
A guy named Ben Hill Griffin developed the first “edible” frozen OJ concentrate. There’s a “Swamp” named after him. His favorite granddaughter was a lawyer that went into politics for awhile. Was Sec. of State in FL in 2000.
I had a car or two like that. Always had to keep a couple of quarts of oil in the trunk.
Had a Ford like that.
It burned so much oil I could’ve run it on diesel.
It was actually my oil recycler.
All used motor oil from my other vehicles went into a half drum where it settled out and the top skim was poured into the Ford.
Never changed the oil.
Just kept adding…
My first 55 chevy got so bad I was dumping bulk oil in the engine and transmission every time I stopped; left a trail of oil everywhere. Finally graduated FSU and got a job, sold it for the engine and bought a 57 chevy. When you’re poor, you do what you gotta do.
Awesome woman physically and mentally; talked to her once.
I thank the Lord and my Savior for allowing me to experience every single piece of goodness posted above.
ps Jackson 5-6112
Balsa plane: If one put the wing in backwards, the tail in backwards, the vertical stab where the canopy was, the weight somewhere between the relocated vertical stab and the tail, and threw it backwards, it flew much longer/further. Basically a canard configuration.
Does anyone else get extremely depressed from these posts? Everything just keeps getting worse. Uhhh! Fuck it, it almost Friday!
Wow… Kyle Kaepernick hasn’t changed one bit in the last 50 years.
Remember the upgraded version:
By the way, these balsa wood planes are still available…even at Walmart. But as there is no inflation, they now cost $10+ each. $0.10 to $10.oo in my lifetime. Thank god for the Federal Reserve. LOL
half of that cost increase likely is insurance against liability ….
Wow, this one was excellent. So many things I remember.
#1. Cap Guns and playing Cowboys and Indians
#2. The Red Car is a Ford Pinto
#3. Encyclopedia Britanica. Had a set.
#4. Wood Gliders. Had them.
#5. Pickups in school parking lot. Ours had Gun Racks with Guns (horrors!!!) in them.
#6. 45 Records. Still have some.
#7. George Brett. Saw him play in Royals Stadium..
#8. Archie Comic Books. Yep, still have some. My favorite Comic Book was “Our Men At War” with Sgt. Rock. I could buy 2 10 cent Comic Books with a Quarter at Ben Franklin.
#9. Did not eat at Woolworths but bought many a Malt at the Rexall Drug Store on Main Street in El Dorado Springs, Missouri.
#10. Eating a box of Cough Drops and not be sick. Yep. We would eat the Cough Drops with the Brothers on the box but for the life of me I cannot remember the name of the Cough Drops.
Thanks for the trip down memory lane.
P.S. Does any body remember Tinker Toys, Lincoln Logs, and the Board Game Sorry??? Still have all three in the house.
Thank you, Mr. Liberty!!! That’s them.
From back when kids were expected to use their imagination and creativity (maybe why those kids actually have some):
Or even Lego actually demanded that you use your imagination to create (as opposed to just putting together the bricks they carefully crafted specifically for the Millennium Falcon, etc.). My only set did come with the wheel (rotating) bricks, so it allowed a bit more creativity.
For you young people the first picture is Tinkertoys. Still have my round container with them inside.
I spent my early youth in Austria. I had one toy, a German wooden erector set named “Matador”, made mostly of variously sized hickory blocks and pegs to assemble them. The instructions for various project, many quite complex, were written by actual engineers. I made my own toys, including a Daimler tow truck with working winch and steering, a tram, a ferrris wheel, a factory with moving (pretend working) machinery. It’s all I ever needed to entertain myself.
There’s a rerun of the old Carol Burnett show “The Family, Playing Sorry” on Youtube that’s hilarious. As the youngest of six kids, I can recall a whole lot of acrimony resulting from games of “SORRY!” being played, all that hair pullin’ and ass kickin’.
you left out lawn darts.
..and the infamous chemistry set.
Had the one by Gilbert … lots of bad smells and fires and stuff from adding things not in the box — like alcohol and, occasionally, kerosene or gasoline … just for giggles … and matches — lots of matches — and, as I got into high school — gun powder that reloaders use.
I still have a set of jarts. Good stuff.
From garbage piles, I got old radios, even a HP SW Transceiver, record players, telescopes, a microscope, electric trains, TVs, and fixed them. No pictures because my mom sold everything.
Cowboys vs Indians now called “rural caucasian livestock attendants vs oppressed indigenous people “
I liked the Woolworth’s one. Yes I have eaten at one, just a mile from where I grew up in Morton Grove IL. And I also ate at the first McDonalds fast food joint about another mile away.