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Aced it again Mrs. Admin, happy days 🙂
Another homerun!
It has been said that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.
Question: Why does this not apply to the good old days?
It has also been said that the one thing we learn from history is that we learn nothing from history. (Hegel)
Lots of people talkin’ shit throughout history it would appear.
Well, we’ve always been pretty much on our own anyway. Maybe it is best to forget after all.
Ultimately, the ONLY thing you have ANY control over is the present…and even that’s debatable.
Deep subject, that…but I think Captain Jack Sparrow said it as well as anyone…
“There’s only two things that matter in this world, mate. What a man CAN do, and what he CAN’T do.”
Choice is moot without ability.
In the 70s & 80s people were lamenting how cool the 50s & 60s were…it’s part of the human condition, to recall the past through rose colored glasses.
Twenty years from now, these will be the good old days.
Betty Crocker’s Cookbook: The 2nd most valuable tome on the planet! STILL using mine!
Yeah, I learned to cook out of that same one. First thing I ever cooked was egg foo young right out of that cookbook at around 10 years old late 60s or early 70s. Hazards of being a latchkey kid, not that I had a key. Really didn’t need to lock your doors back then, especially out in the country.
Spine duct taped. Pages fallin’ out. Marinara stains all over. It’s in worse shape than my first Bible…I’m ashamed to say.
Why would you be ashamed? You don’t cook with your Bible, do you?
Mismanagement of time?
Feeding the body and starving the soul?
Much truth in that right there. Pretty sure we’re all guilty of that.
I never could find the manna recipie.
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that’s how you find the best recipes cause it falls open right to it…just flip to the stain that you want.
I knew I should have patented my process! lol!
I should know the banana bread recipe by heart, but I always pull out the old Betty Crocker cookbook. It’s about the only time I use a recipe.
Still using mine too!! Doesn’t the food taste wonderful too. A real pleasure. Also Better Homes & Garden cookbook from 1979, yes, with sauce splatters and scotch tape holding it together. 🙂
After my Mom died, I selected her BH&G cookbook as one of my mementos. Hers is a 1949 edition and the red and white plaid cover coming out always meant something good was about to happen in her kitchen.
That was another one with classic, often unbeatable recipes. The Chile Con Carne, Fudge Brownies, Bread Pudding, Old-Time Beef Stew, and Chicken With Dumplings are the best. My wife was also able to retain one of these from her Grandmother. Don’t know what year it is, but plenty of bookmarks and handwritten notes.
That also is an excellent tome that I have as well! There’s an alternate recipe for Orange Oatmeal cookies that is to die for! You should try it if you haven’t already.
My wife managed to retain a copy. Some great classic recipes. A few total world beating recipes. Too bad it has not been reprinted (to my knowledge). The Julia Child and James Beard cookbooks from that era have been. The New York Times cookbook is another essential classic.
The new bays days:
Vast Majority of Female Undergrads Want to Ban from Campus Speakers Against BLM or Transgenderism
https://www.unz.com/isteve/vast-majority-of-female-undergrads-want-to-ban-from-campus-speakers-skeptical-of-blm-or-transgenderism/
But, hey! Here’s hope:
Tech Firms Laying Off HR Ladies
https://www.unz.com/isteve/tech-firms-laying-off-hr-ladies/
https://www.unz.com/isteve/tech-firms-laying-off-hr-ladies/#comment-5792085
Shit. BAD, not “bays”. Jeebus. Sleeptyping. Hate this new, too-small keyboard.
What the hell is in the greenery in the pic following the coke bottles? Looks like messy fried chicken.
LaChoy was absolutely the nastiest Chinese food ever made.
And I saw how the three hour tour ended too. Three single guys got stuck on an island with two hotties for several years.
The “greenery” appears to be a wilted corsage…the iconic keepsake of lost virginity unless I miss my guess.
Quite appropriate if you ask me!
LaChoy is the only Chinese food I ever ate until I got out of college and moved to the city.
The horrific amount of MSG, combined with cooked bean sprouts made it disgusting. My mom loved it and I hated it. She bought an electric wok from West Bend and we both learned how to cook much better Chinese at home.
It was the only Chinese type food I knew back then and I loved it; half the year the field was full of Chinese Cabbage, my mom was from South Carolina and could cook.
Kids don’t climb trees these days. They’re way too fat. Also, look at that classroom full of white kids. The only place like that now is Vermont – and not in Burlington.
Still pretty white here where I’m at in mid north coast Ohio. I haven’t seen a black around here, except when I get something delivered. I don’t think there are any blacks in the school system, but I could be wrong. Most the schools I went to did look exactly like that. Yeah, there was a couple blacks, but I only had ROTC that I had a class with one.
They are giving blacks those delivery jobs, now – in white areas. They have nearly all seemed decent and hard-working. I hope it stays that way . . .
Yeah, I haven’t had any trouble with them. Most the time they seem more conscientious than the whites I have dealt with. Good to see them out making / able to make an honest buck.
It never stays that way.
There is a minority of blacks who are willing to do an honest day’s work for an honest days pay. Not many. Just a few. Unfortunately, the fake news paints them as being Uncle Toms and failing to comply with the socialist agenda.
After about 1965, White males were shut out of damn near every good job in South Georgia and north Florida.
Even in our near-new lily-White suburb, there are no trees — just saplings planted in the clay that was left after the developer stripped off the topsoil and sold it before doing anything else.
It always amazes me that developers cut down all the trees, strip the top soil, build roads and houses then plant trees and lay down sod. the subdivisions would be so much nicer if they could work around those big old oak, pecan and magnolia trees.
There aren’t any trees any more. The playgrounds are sterilized and if they climb someone else’s trees they’ll get the cops called on them.
Move South.
Rural places in Wisconsin are still 100% white. Only the descendants of Northern Europeans are willing to be married to milk cows seven days a week and do that work. The threat of being put to work scares away all others.
Pretty much all of the rural Midwest is almost 100% white. Hard work has a way of keeping out the welfare recipients. Especially when everyone in the community expects the welfare recipients to work and will make their lives very miserable if they don’t. For instance, the welfare recipient doesn’t get plowed out in winter. Of course, this results in screams of racism by the welfare recipients because they are too stupid, worthless, and lazy to work.
I live in what is supposedly whiteopia but is not 100 percent. If you pay attention you will see ever-increasing numbers of white moms with brown kids, black guys who only come out at certain times or go to the gym, immigrants who all work for a certain employer, indians at the hospital or hotel, jews in a law office, etc. It spreads slow but look at the rest of the country to know your future.
I wish our rural Wisconsin county was 100 percent white.
My closest “town” is population 135.
The large dairy farms all hire Mexicans to milk.
The county seat, population 5000, has had a Mexican grocery store for several years now to cater to all the dairy workers.
Yeah, this rural Wisconsin county, in fact the whole region, is going to diversity hell.
Those guys push starting that car forgot – park on a hill. One going down. That wouldn’t work in Florida, of course.
I just figured they ran out of gas, but yeah it helps to park on a hill, but with that many young men they should have been able to get it started pushing it uphill (that is a joke of course, that is one heavy piece of work).
Not if it is an automatic.
Yes, the manual tranny would have to be baked into the equation. I took that as a given.
The old Fords used to get low on gas and you’d have to back them uphill so the engine would stay running.
Yeah, been there done that. Not the backing up part, but the running out of gas part. Started up this high level bridge in my ltd and just about got to the top and ran out of gas. Left the hazards on and walked over the bridge to the friends house we were going, and he took us to get gas, and by the time we got back there was cars stacked up behind me, where they had all run into one another. The battery ran out of juice it seems so no hazards. Must have been at least 5.
Nobody was hurt, but boy the cop on the scene was so made he could spit nails. I told him what happened, and he told me I should have turned the car around and drove back down the other lane. Yeah, that was sure good advice. Didn’t charge me though.
Still works. But only if you have a manual transmission with a clutch. Forward or reverse, it does not matter. Diesel or gasoline does not matter. A diesel just requires a steeper hill to overcome the higher resistance from higher compression.
Hey! All you old farts! See those kids in the trees? That’s what happens when you run them off your lawn!
Awesome! We still have that cookbook.
When I was a kid I made a parachute and of course wanted to know how well it would work so I tried to talk the neighbor kid into jumping off the barn roof with the parachute and he wouldn’t do it, yeah he wasn’t the type of friend you could rely on.
In the late fifties my brother built a platform on the second level of our windmill and let me test it. I went straight down through it into the hay Dad had put over the well so it wouldn’t freeze but not exactly a soft landing. My brother also let me test the swing he made with the old dog chain and a tire. Chain broke at the end of the swing out and I hit a tree on the way down. Brotherly love.
My 15 year old daughter got into the Happy Days and Laverne and Shirley shows recently and really enjoyed them. I remember them from when I was was young and I just can’t believe I liked them. All on CD with no modern TV bullshit.
Squiggy was my favorite character.
Ditto
Does anyone ever connect the consequences of the past are what makes the present?
The consequences of the past can be traced back to starting in 1968 at Woodstock and the failed Baby Boomers on illegal mind-altering drugs because their brains were too inferior to cope with reality. About 25% of the Baby Boomers are completely worthless and always have been. They became the “teachers” at the public schools, turning the schools into indoctrination camps and creating future mass quantities of socialist mentally defective sheeple and future socialist indoctrinators.
My grandparents were correct. Everything at Woodstock should have been stuck behind a team of horses and put to work doing tasks that my grandparents did when they were young. And when the Woodstock mental defects would have cried about unfairness and overwork, just work them that much harder. It is impossible to overwork a socialist mental defect.
You were up there and down here was the opposite. I never heard of Woodstock until I was grown with a family; the only Hippies here were assholes from up there; but yes now since ZOG money has taken over everything unholy , the South is getting as screwed up as the communist Carpet Bagging SOB North.
Woodstock happened in 1969.
Memories abound! Got a part time job in HS installing shelving in the “Opening Soon!” Woolworth’s at our local mall. Mall life was a thing. The nearest one to me now is a disgrace and I’ll leave it at that.
Yeah, I helped open a gray drug store in highschool. It was a blast. Loved cutting the glass for the shelves.
In ’63, Sears was preparing to open the largest of its stores east of the Mississippi … and I got hired (had to get a work permit — I was 16) at 75¢ an hour to tote refrigerators and freezers on my back with moving straps up a 3-story flight of stairs. Or loading pallets of paint onto dollies and then unloading in the paint department …
Thank God I was pretty strong in those days … and that seemed like a lot of money to me back then.
At the inflation rate since then, my 75¢ an hour would be worth about $7 an hour today … less than half of the mandatory wage scale in most places.
Unless I’m missing something, it would be more like $17, as we were still on the silver standard and spot today is $23.50.
I was going by the inflation tables … silver has nothing to do with it.
Silver and Gold have everything to do with it! The government’s inflation estimates are always way under reality. A car that you could buy new in 1967 for $2500 would cost over a quarter of a million dollars today to match the same performance.
My grandmother worked for Sears in Elyria around that time period.
My mom’s cousin worked there all her life … made a lot of money — was the first female Sears employee to sell Craftsman tools.
Mom said the guys would see her cousin and their wallets would fly open …
my aunt worked at Montgomery wards, the sears, and retired there.
Wish my grandmother had lived long enough to retire, but she died pretty young. Great lady. I wasn’t very old, but I do remember the night she died at home. All the family was there, and we have tried to make that a practice if possible for others who have since passed. My mom, aunt? and an uncle all passed surrounded by family at home. Mainly from cancer, but I think the jab got the aunt.
At the same time I was carrying stuff up stairs at the Thiokol Rocket Engine Plant in Brunswick Ga ; later in a bldg in Gainesville Fl; then shingles up to roofs in Jacksonville fl; etc. I think I was making union top dollar $1.25 /hr.
Back when a dime could buy an ice cream cone.
In our part of Cleveland it was ‘Uncle Marty’s’ … and you could hear the truck coming 2 blocks away …
I remember collecting pop bottles and 45 cents would fill up a lunch bag sized bag with lots of candy. We had one of those corner markets with a huge selection of candy,lunch meats and treats, and the selection of pop in a huge walk in cooler. We would take so long trying to decide which soda that the owner or one of the family would always ask “buying or just chilling?” Of course they were just funning us. It was really neat being on a personal basis with that family. I’m sure they were like that with everyone but is why they were so successful. I miss that store and those days.
I used to mow the grass at the ice house and when I was finished, the owner would hand me a coke and tell me to go sit in the ice room to drink it. I would sit on the wooden chair and watch the guys crushing 100# blocks and putting it in 10 & 25# bags.
I collected bottles as well. I had wire baskets and went everywhere in south Tampa on my bike.
Our neighborhood was so poor that the ice cream trucks never came around.
You had a neighborhood with real houses and streets?
2 BR, 1 ba, 875 sq ft for a family of 6. Most of the houses were almost identical, except for one of our neighbors only had 1 BR. We did have huge lots so lots of time spent outdoors.
And I bet they were even painted and had inside plumbing and toilets! But seriously, you knew folks with log cabin style houses (some even log cabin or had been log cabins) that had a breezeway through the middle, pitcher pumps, and outhouses.
Did not know anyone with a log cabin. At that time, I lived in OK and there were not enough big trees around to make one. I did spend the night with a friend who had an outhouse, though.
A sad truth about ‘The Good Old Days’ vs. today …
Truly sad. Our kids were mostly free ranged, but I can’t say that about the grands.
By mismanagement, are you referring to the hours , days, weeks, months or years people spend online to comment and ‘surf’ the net??? surely not. 🙂
Seems the comment I’m referring to vanished… hhmmm
It didn’t disappear. You apparently placed your reply to the wrong person. It happens.
Honestly, brian, it’s not that simple an answer. But no, I wasn’t referring to my time spent here. I consider that time well spent under the circumstances. You see, I’m currently a prisoner in my own home…caring for my 90 year old mother with balance issues and dementia/Alzheimer’s. I get 4 hours of help 5 days a week. The rest is all on me. It’s been this way for about 5 years now.
You ever try to have an intellectual discussion with someone with dementia? Let’s just say that it isn’t a profitable endeavor. It’s also how I KNOW that FJB isn’t running anything. I gotta say, for a country that hates Boomers, we sure keep electing the Hell out of them, don’t we? It’s sad that we see that as “the safer bet”.
Hope I answered your question to your satisfaction! And sorry for the FJB rant, but it seemed to fit the occasion and topic well enough for this venue.
No worries my friend and I know of what you speak of when talking abut elderly parents. Been over 13 yrs with wifes parents, her pappy died last july of the clot shot, her 98 yr old mother is fast tracking it down as well. Always falling, broke her hip the day after the pappy died, every day, more drama. So yep, I know the path, will say a few prayers for you.
99% of today’s under-40 can’t be allowed to run free because they would instantly become lost without their not-so-smart phones to tell them what to think and where to go.
Last year I was at a state park on a well-marked trail. A couple of snowflake generation failures were whining and crying because their not-so-smart phones quit working because of the lack of cell towers.
That’s true of every generation, which is why GOD gave us His Word in writing. A permanent waypoint marker of Truth in the river of Time. A Northern Star, as it were.
If you’re going to have that lovely picture of Farrah Fawcett in Cannonball Run, you have to include the luscious, incomparable Adrienne Barbeau.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082136/mediaviewer/rm2166204673?ref_=ttmi_mi_all_sf_11
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082136/mediaviewer/rm3440467200?ref_=ttmi_mi_all_sf_50
“Are you one of those volleyballers?” – Farrah
Mr. Foyt: Terrorists my dimpled ass! These people make terrorists look like the Sisters of Charity! These guys are Cannonballers!
Pamela Glover: What is that? A bowling team?
And you cannot show that scene without showing the lovely and luscious Valerie Perrine who was not impressed with Adrienne’s cleavage.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082136/mediaviewer/rm3865614081/
I read or heard that Valerie had a nude scene and to prepare herself she came out 30 min early and sat there nekkid. Naked as a j bird. Whaaaa!
ive grew up playing in some pretty “dangerous” city playgrounds in my youth but that seesaw ladder thing must’ve been really BAD cause i’ve never seen one of those…
la choy label going for the most consistent look over time award.
I swear that woodshop class making the step stools was the one I was in when I was in 8th grade. I may even be in that very picture. It certainly is the same room with the same benches.
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Man, those meatballs looked good.
Thatsa some spicey meat-a-ball.
As always, thank you Avalon.
Our first family car was one of those boxy 1920s beauties like them all parked along the curb with the men in the rather bald tree. It really was a good running machine and I studied it top to bottom.