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Made me smile big time today.
Mr Whipple, PLEASE don’t squeeze the Charmin!!!
George Whipple
The car that thinks it’s a house.
… vs. today — where a car IS a house for many folks …
What is the problem with wooden spoons?
I would think they are concerned about bacterial growth but as it said we survived it…matter of fact I think that is why so many people have immune system problems because not enough bacteria and dirt in their systems
I still use them and you can still buy them.
Actually, wooden cutting boards, just like wooden spoons, naturally destroy bacteria. Far better than the plastic cutting boards…although bleach is definitely safer to use on the plastic than the wood.
Often used by mom to hit us with
Lucky You, I got a yardstick across my ass so hard that several were broken that way. Also a glass bowl smashed over my head. Discipline in the 70’s. Fun Times.
I was about 4 or so … spending the day with my grandmother while my folks worked (this was in 1951).
Grandpa and dad and my uncle had painted the garage the previous weekend — white with a green trim — and some of the green trim paint was in the garage in a container that I was able to open.
I took that green paint to the double doors of the garage — painting basically a green bull’s eye on both doors … and, knowing grandma had a wooden spoon in the kitchen drawer, took it down the basement and threw it into the coal furnace.
When I got back upstairs, grandma was staring out the kitchen window at my handiwork … and she opened the drawer to fetch her wooden spoon to throttle my behind. I said that I’d thrown it into the coal furnace — so she went into the OTHER kitchen drawer and took out another wooden spoon … and put it to good use on my backside.
I’ve never forgotten that — in more than 70 years — and what I wouldn’t give to see my grandparents again for just one moment …
Since we’re roughly the same age, I take consolation in the fact that it won’t be much longer. This is why I’m a Christian – destination guarantees!
They hurt like hell when Mom hit your hand while you were trying to sneak a bite of something good.
Racy ladies today reminding me of how I lost my cherry on a leather bench seat, thanks for the memories Mrs. Admin. I need the weekly dose of cheer, there is so much depression causing news hitting us from all side every day.
I turned 8 in 1979 – we certainly had it far better back then than we ever realized. I’m sure every generation feels the same about their days of youth but even more so today to me at least – where today right is wrong, white is bad, wokeness and liberal insanity is over the top
My first transistor radio had THREE transistors..wheee! Later I graduated to one with SEVEN, which also had AM/FM and short wave (from Radio Shack). I used to listen on short wave beep,beep,beeps of navel Morse code and occasionally get far away foreign tongues. Thought that was soo cool. The number of transistors was a big deal. I could be wrong but some really early cheap models might have had only one…. Apparently with less than 3 transistors they were classified as toys and could escape tariffs (Made in J-pan). The one pictured was the the classic model that exploded use.
That Neiman-Marcus transistor radio for over 50 (1965) dollars???
You could have bought over an ounce of gold with that. (If it were legal).
We do have to remember that these memories are mostly of childhood. The good old days probably weren’t as good for adults. My old man was out of work for two years during the first Arab oil embargo and we ate Mac and cheese 5 days a week until he came into the kitchen one day and wiped everything from the kitchen table onto the floor like Jesus throwing the moneychangers out of the temple. I don’t remember what we ate after that, but I know mom tried to sneak horse meat into our lunches and kept trying to pass off powdered milk as real milk.
As a 70’s/80’s kid I would often watch the Bob Barker episodes of The Price is Right and there was always something that was just “so right” about the ladies that would showcase the products that at the time I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I would have the same sentiment when Lynda Carter would spin around and in a flash of light become Wonder Woman. Of course now that I’m older I realize it was the outfits that had them half naked with their tits bubbling out of their tops. The Game Show network has re-runs of the Bob Barker TPIR and you would not believe the shit he got away with on TV with those chicks. He would make overtly sexist comments and ask about their love life etc. It was awesome.
Ann and Janice Pennington. Both did Playboy.
It’s been a long time since I rock and rolled
It’s been a long time since I did the Stroll
Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back
Let me get it back, baby, where I come from
And everyone reading this did it in Robert Plant’s voice…
I thought I was the only one that would sit and watch The Price is Right just to see Dianne in a bikini.
I might be a tad older than some of you here. I was a WWII war baby growing up in the latter 40s, the 50s and the early 60s. Mom was a stay-at-home mom and dad was a wage earner. We weren’t poor, but we certainly weren’t rich. We had a 12-party line telephone without a rotary dial. No TV and only a radio next to the supper table where we (dad, mom, little sister and me) would listen to the tales of Sergeant Preston of the Yukon, Boston Blackie, Sky King, Tonto and the Lone Ranger and the Shadow.
After supper sis and I would clear the table and we’d take turns washing and drying the dishes (by hand as electric dishwashers had not yet been invented). We had an Ice Box, not a refrigerator. The ice man came once a week and the milk man came about every 3rd day and placed bottled milk on the front porch. The quart bottles had a cardboard tab insert in the neck and there were always several inches of cream in the bottle neck, and sis and I would fight over that tasty pure cream for our morning rice crispy cereal.
We never tasted real butter. We ate Oleo smeared on our bread and toast – it came as a white chunk of fat with a packet of yellow powder that mom would mix with the lard which made the spread yellow. Mom washed everyone’s clothes in a wash tub with a ribbed metal scrub rack. The water and soap were squeezed out in a wringer operated manually by a crank handle.
There was no kindergarten then. We all just started 1st grade. Miss Olsen was my 1st grade teacher, and oh my was she young and beautiful. I fell in love with her and even at 6-years-old I fanitized having sex with her. I had her again in 3rd grade … she drove me nuts. I can still see her face and her beauty to this day. We all walked to school. Kidnapping only happened in the big cities and to the Lindbergs. When I was 8-years old I got a one speed Schwinn bicycle for Christmas which I rode to school and threw newspapers into yards on my afternoon and Sunday paper route. Nobody locked up their bikes in those days, and man, if you had empty paper route bags slung and wrapped up around your bicycle handle bars you were King, a working man.
When I was 10 my appendix ruptured and I almost died, but mom and dad rushed me to the hospital just in time. In those days anesthesia was Ether and administered by way of a face and nose mask which the anesthesiologist held and crammed against your face. That my friends is a horrible way to get sedated – will never forget it.
At age 12 I lost my cherry to the neighbor girl who was 11. Well she certainly wasn’t Miss Olsen, but she seduced me while we were playing Doctor and Nurse … I had nothing to do with it. Mom somehow got wind of it and boy was I scolded and promised I’d never do it again. Mom never told dad because she knew that he would have beat the living snot out of me. But, then again, maybe he would have shook my hand instead.
Just a glimpse of my Good Old Days. Sure do enjoy this post Keep it up Admin.
That first picture could have been me and my buddies. My uncle worked at the Nocona boot factory and one year for Christmas, he made me chaps, vest, belt with my name on it and 2 holsters. I was the best dressed cowboy in the neighborhood. Still have the belt and one holster and have no idea what happened to the chaps or vest.