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God I miss the old days when NO ONE was offended over anything.
They were, they just kept it to themselves or at least they couldn’t get you fired, etc. for it.
Either that, or they WERE offended, you HAD the fistfight, and went back to being friends!
Yep, we sorted it out.
How many people ended up being best friends with someone that started with a fight?
I remember the neighbor would call the cops on any nigger in our neighborhood that wasn’t the mailman or milkman.
Just last night, I sat on the patio shelling peas with our daughter who is in from out of town. It was not a snap chat, but was a good visit.
Those woven baskets for paper plates were not for class, but to give stability to the cheap paper plates Mom bought.
Still have some…
Snapping beans, shelling peas, shucking corn…
Just like me, my boys learned how to shuck corn at quite a young age. One day a neighbor boy was passing by as we were shucking corn on the front porch. He was about 8 or 9 yo and had never seen this before. How odd! Well we got him busy right away. He enjoyed himself, ha. No problem young man, you can come by any time you’d like to have some fun shucking corn!
For the past few years, she has asked me to fedex a box of peas to her so she could shell them and I tried to explain it would be way too expensive and a good chance the peas would be moldy by the time they were delivered. I told her to come down the first 2 weeks of August and we would have plenty to shell. She now has a purple thumb and is down right ecstatic to relive her childhood.
We still have the plastic version of those. They’re even more useful now, as those cheap paper plates might as well be paper towels, given how thin they are!
We weren’t rich enough to have a fancy pool like that.
And something like this was Nirvana.
Literally my yard…well…walking distance from my yard. Keeps me from losing it…completely. ;0
Worse, they want to throw you in jail over how YOU raise YOUR children.
Yeah. You have to spank in secret and hope that no one finds out, but pedophiles get a free pass.
I had some broad lambaste me for spanking my kid when he was going ballistic in the market. I turned to her and said, good and loud, that unless she was ready to take over raising my two-year-old and get him to eighteen, she should just shut up and mind her own damned business. She sulked away as several other people in the vicinity gave me an ovation!
Salute!
When my boys were young, if they saw a 2 yo in a store having a fit they would tell me that that kid needs a spanking, LOL.
As a 50+ year old, I look back on the ass-whoopings I took (and why I got them) and say, I deserved every damn one of them and probably MANY MORE!!
Wow! What a great post. Took me waaayy back. Thanks for the Serena one. Had such a crush on that one. Good stuff! Moar please!!!
Go and buy this oldie:
Time to put away pinning for the good old days. They are distractions and injections of inertia. Awaiting our final disposition isn’t the way. Of course most here already know this. Tis a pity that even today, there are precious few who know what time it is…or refuse to read the hands on the dial.
PS: Always enjoy seeing photos of a young Valerie Bertinelli. I had a kinda of 16 yr old crush on her back in the 70’s.
I hope that never happens, remembering the good old days is a positive distraction from this insane world I live in today
I understand.
Calling myself out: After writing the above, I just finished watching (Via YT on Roku) a 1961 B and W episode of The Fugitive. Mental chaos between the rational and the emotional.
We need to remember what normal is. The young people don’t even know what’s normal, unless they are Amish.
It helps to keep me centered and remember what I want for my kids/grandkids/greats.
I think the word is “pining.” No one’s pining here. Our experiences are our reference point to compare then to now. I am both happy and dismayed that I enjoyed a freedom that my kids and those following will never know, as they are all too willing to give up irretrievable freedom for convenience and “safety…”
In my mid 20’s I wouldn’t call mine a crush, it was pure lust for her and Lisa whelchel(Blair).
Today that would have qualified as a pedo fetish.
That’s not what I heard. Tootie s/
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Huh?? Went over my thick skull..
Nice
She was never a turn on for me. Janet J. or Donna Summer, definitely.
I used to have a pack of candy cigs rolled up on my t-shirt sleeve, trying to look bad ass like good old dad. Sometime when he’d have a smoke and beer I would have a candy cig and coke with him. It’s probably why I started smoking and drinking when I was 14.
“When I was 17..it was a very good year…” and ” 20 (40+) years now…where’d they go…)
“In 2018, Utah became the first state to enact legislation which explicitly protected parents’ right to “free range” their children. This was followed by Oklahoma and Texas.”
Seriously? If our parents (born in ’47) didn’t let us roam, not sure which group would have had more bodies on the ground — the parents or the children …
The doors really flung open wide when I (we) got our first bicycles … then the Universe available to US was limited only by the strength in our legs … which we worked feverishly to increase at every opportunity.
No wonder the Nation is so FUBAR’d …
What is ‘free ranging your children’? As opposed to….?
Helicopter Moms
It’s otherwise referred to as letting the kids run, telling them they’d better be back in front of the house when the street lights came on, as opposed to helicoptering over them 24/7 to make sure their bubble of safety is maintained…
…You’re obviously the victim of the latter…
… as opposed to CPS coming after the parents for allowing their children out after dark … or more than 10 feet from home without an adult … or … FREEDOM …
I had a limit on where I could go until about 12, but it was about 1 1/2 miles square, so plenty to do and places to go.
Grandma’s remedy for almost everything
Oh, HELL NO! My grandmother’s… and my mom’s was tincture of iodine and hydrogen peroxide.
“Little bottle, little bottle, little bo-o-ttle iodine.
You do not taste good on cookies, but on boo-boos you are fine.”
Medicine for kids was campho-phenique & merthiolate, period!
I had my strep throat painted with merthiolate when I was a kid.
And castor oil and mineral oil.
Usually preceded by “will it sting?” Bactine = no sting Methiolade = burn like the fires of hell.
Bactine was an antiseptic and a mild anesthetic and was much better than Mom’s “monkey blood” (merthiolate) which stung like hell.
These pictures nearly made me cry at what we have lost.
This is the ONLY unscripted non-BS entry for reading on the platform today. At least we still have the good old days.
Mr. Wizard… Please take us back to the 50’s and 60’s. Mr. Wizard clued us in that (((they))) can make it be whatever they want it to be here on this plane. More normal times would be nice.
Shiiite…I’m watching ‘Leave It In Her Beaver,’ when I wake up for the day.
The “Bewitched” photo reminded me that guy was a fag, Perry mason surprised me after they let that cat out of the bag. Today they would be worshiped and wear a fukin dress. My God, how far we have fallen.
not to depress you falcon but did you see a a week or two back that wally died?
https://thefreethoughtproject.com/600-more-deaths-reported-in-last-19-months-than-in-entire-32-year-history-of-vaers-database/
Back in the “good old days”, far fewer dropped dead from the “cure”.
And if VAERS is significantly under-reported……….
Please you obedient conformists, get more JABS.
And don’t forget to don the Holy Rag.
The snap beans one reminded me how I still miss my grandmother after the forty years she’s been gone.
Grandparents are one of God’s great inventions … no child should go through life without having them at least for a few formative years … and great-grandparents, too.
Back in those days, a snapchat was sitting on the porch with Grandma snapping beans and listening to her sing or tell stories.
Love the Griffin microsheen ad. Nice set of hoots & a low cut top prominently displayed there,
and the Bell & Howell projector ad with
the Guns of Navaronne model doing some projecting of her own.
Ah.
What’s not to love.
Quinny, did you sneak those in when Av wasn’t looking?
Had quite the crush on Val Bertinelli. What a sweet looking babe. Eddie, you dog, you.
On the flip side, my old man used to smoke Chesterfields, as advocated by the Chairman of the Board.
In the living room.
In the dark.
With the TV on.
By 9 pm, there’d be a haze blanketing the room like the sky over L.A. at rush hour.
Can’t help but think that I inhaled a lot of that funk as a kid, and the stench must’ve been horrible.
By God’s grace, it’s amazing that I don’t have to use an inhaler, or have COPD.
I remember Pops washing the walls prior to a fresh paint job, and the water bucket with trisodium phosphate powder would turn brown, from all the tar that smoking deposited on the walls & ceiling, when he rinsed the sponge and rung it out.
Re: Razzles…I had a hard time not swallowing those powdery little discs, even when they did turn to gum, eventually. I remember them having great artificial flavor.
These trips down memory lane are fun.
Keep ’em coming.
Found it. Love it. Send a link, plz. By usual comms. Ciao.
Many of these references – as always – are more for those born in the ’60s and beyond … and really don’t register with me as something I’d have liked.
But imagine what a fucked up situation today’s youth will have … there will be no ‘good old days’ for them unless we somehow pull the iron out of the fire and start reclaiming our Nation and our National Sovereignty …
When I was a kid we didn’t have those round bales. 60lb. square bales or a scythe and 3 pronged hay fork. Anyone remember potato forks. Had to be careful not to stab a spud with one of the prongs because the farmer could hear it all the way from the south 40 and holler at you. 20 cents an hour bagging spuds was good money. The migrants had all gone south for the winter by that time of year.
How could they not put every boys heart throb on this thread.
Flea,
Check it out.
I squirmed when I saw them both…but I always felt Darlene had a wild hair (I was right)…and I know I had more of them then I knew what to do with them.
PRETTY GIRLS AND STRONG BOYS: MOUSEKETEERS AND THE COLD WAR
https://ultimatehistoryproject.com/mouseketeers-and-cold-war.html
(The article is slanted, but I still enjoyed the memory stroll).
I used to break my neck getting home from school to watch those two and never missed the end where they sang and the camera would roll past them and I got my heart throb fix for the day. Never watched much tv when we got ours in 58. I was outdoors if I wasn’t in school but I would have been glued to it if they had all day re runs like now.
BTW. Got in touch with that link. Alls good. Thanks.
I remember playing on those rusted, sharp metal playground equipment.
wasn’t that pete rose holding the aqua velva bottle?