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Who is the woman on the right in Elvis pic?
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The Elvis pic is of Karen Carpenter on the right and Petula Clark in the middle angling for a threesome. What do I win?
Wow! That was fast.
I really didn’t expect that anyone would get it so quickly.
You are absolutely right. It is in fact Karen Carpenter.
What do you win?
How about another song by her?
The presence of that flute is a total mystery to me.
Well … Petula Clark is the only one alive …
Some really good memories this week. I had that same Avon cologne bottle, hated the scent, but loved the bottle.
I loved that Saturday morning lineup. Never could figure out what Sky King was doing when he would put his hand up to the roof before making a dive, though.
Adjusting elevator trim.
My grandmother got me the same bottle, in blue, for my birthday. I didn’t like the scent, either.
Oh to be able to turn the calendar back.
These posts are about as close as we will get. It is nice to remember a time when you did not have to lock your doors, bikes never needed locks and a kid could walk into the store and buy his own shotgun.
I don’t know I care to go back thinking back on things I did, narrow escapes from death on a motorcycle and while on duck hunting excursions , mistakes, relationships…
all lifes lessons you survived and with some to marvel at. And now as you grow older with the onset of oldentimers they’ll be all new adventures to relive. Fun times
Out of all of those, I’m sure I probably saw an episode or two of Superman and definitely saw a lot of episodes of The Lone Ranger, but although I’ve heard of the others, I’ve never seen them, even today. I’m an extreme oddity and proudly so that I am one of the few people on the planet who never did see ET and never will. I’m taking that to the grave.
“never did see ET” — you didn’t miss much.
Wacky Packages are awsum. https://wackypacks.com/
Forgot about those, thanks.
When does a kid get to just sit in the yard and play with a stick anymore?
I finally got to see George Carlin in person, in Nashville but it was the same year he died. He seemed to have lost a lot. He just wasn’t all that incredibly funny anymore. I guess with all the health problems he’d had. But he did tell one insanely funny and devastatingly dirty joke. If I could remember it, I wouldn’t repeat it even on here. But I seem to recall it had something to do with his theoretical children performing oral sex on him, the dad figure. After some other equally ugly scenario. Definitely not the kind of joke you should laugh at and I’m glad I wasn’t married to the woman I am now, had she been with me. I had a date and I didn’t even bother to check her temperature after he told it. Hell, the date was definitely not a love connection on either part.
You know you are getting old when….
I take the dog to the local dog park every day and yesterday was no different. Except yesterday my dog and another mastif cross were playing, chasing each other around. They smoked me hard coming from the front but I was able to brace against the impact well enough, except my cap fell off. I laughed and bent over to get my cap, slapped it against my legs a couple times and boom… Got taken out hard from behind by the dogs. I’m laying on the ground, on my back and laughing like crazy. The mastif’s owner runs over and says, “you ok old man” Now I’m laughing harder yet…
I love these Good Old Days postings. So many memories of the younger days.
Many Thx for the work and effort in posting them
I realized today am growing old,ordered a 4’/4 light grow light for seedlings,non of which are marijuana!
“Old man”? I’d get up and kung fu that…kidding.
You know it when you go to The Feral Irishmans Femme Farrago and you realize you might be there more for the memes and cars and not so much the femmes. Lol
My Friend Flicka.
Learned from our immigrant Norwiegen family friends that ‘flicka’ means ‘little girl’.
Should change the name too: The Good Old Days before the Internet. Were to smart by half for our own good.
PEZ candy dispensers are still available for around 3 bucks.
They made good stocking stuffers for the toddlers in my sphere
this past Christmas.
Guessing, too, that if anyone stumbles across an older one or two
at a yard sale, especially if still in the package, that might fetch a
few spending shekels from collectors.
Ditto, for those old board games and toys, if in VGC and the box
is still in pretty decent shape.
At one time in my yute, I had one of these, with the high sissy bar.
Memories.
{If it doesn’t post, it was a Huffy bike ad, for $49.00|
Where have you gone, Joe Dimaggio?
I had a Sears Spyder bike. I guess the Schwinn Stingray was out of my parents budget, but I didn’t care, I loved that bike. As an adult, I’ve had numerous opportunities to buy one for the memories, but nah, I’ll just leave it in my childhood locker.
I had one of those with a steering wheel on it.
There was a kid in my 5th grade class that I could have hated with a passion. He would have been considered the cool kid in Junior or High School and probably was, but he had one with the steering wheel and some feature called a ‘drag brake’.
The Schwinn Stingray with the two-speed rear axle was awesome.
I cheated by putting one of these on my bike.
Banana seat. That bike there is a fancy one with the five gears. Mine had one gear and I’m pretty sure I recall paying $25 new. It was only 4 miles to elementary school and I knew I had to have a Stingray because I did not want to ride the bus to school.
I certainly can’t recall after all these years if mine was a 5 or a 3 speed.
What I do distinctly recall is the bus. It carried all grade levels in a rural area that is now Dallas Fort Worth International Airport. Man I could fight , just came out on the short end with kids 4-5 years older. They were always coaxing me to fight on that bus. Screw that.
I had a second hand Schwin Stingray that had a 2 sp rear hub. You pedal backwards to change speeds. Not near as cool as those chopper/ dragster bikes.
Link below is what I rode and it probably cost more than $25. It was likely a Christmas gift, ’63ish.
https://bikehistory.org/bikes/stingray/#1963-stingray
Nice find on that info. Mine was the Coppertone one from somewhere between 65 and 68 I’M thinking. We were not rich so when I needed a rear tire, my dad bought a big fat ugly Carlisle tire. I hated the way it looked. Later I needed a seat and my parents had no taste and bought me the ugliest seat they could find. in spite of that I was happy and thankful because as you know, back then, we lived on those bikes.
Mine was a true frankenstein mix with a banana seat, a smaller back wheel, with a ‘Duo-Matic’ 2 speed that worked the same way.
That little wheel beat everyone off the start and a quick back pedal shift to finish. Too fun. We lived on our bikes.
Thanks for the memories.
RIP Raquel.
Someone is growing older around here. Pen Pals. lol
I vaguely knew about that during school, but I learned quickly as an adult when I got my first computer. First, there was Alicia in Buenos Aires, whom I never did meet (too young, actually), then Andrea in Germany (whom I had carnal knowledge of many, many times.), next was Gabriele in Germany, same outcome (either her English wasn’t quite good enough, or she was not quite right or we might have ended up together). Then I came back to the homeland in search. Somewhere in there is when I had my driver helper, Tamee, then ugh, my wife. I always think of Henny Youngman. I do love her, but the affection is long gone. We both have a part to play in that, sadly.
Pen pal has not crossed my thoughts since , the pen pal days. It was prior and up to 6th grade and my one and only pen pal was a girl somewhere in Europe. Forget her name though.
That photo of kids in a classroom doing Show ‘n Tell–the calendar on the wall says 1985. Where and what kids wore suspenders in 1985?
And why black and white in 1985?
I had many different versions of these, even a two stage one! The second stage would disengage when the pressure dropped in the first stage. I was complaining to my dad, “I wish I could pump it up more…” He took me to the garage, and after cutting up a bike inner tube for the valve, and made some connections, I was able to use a hand tire pump to fill the rocket, up to 50 psi! 100 feet or more in the air!
You should have tried it with a couple of whiffs of “engine starting fluid” in it and using a lighter.
Of course, you wouldn’t get the rocket back.
Thick Canadian beer cans in the early 70s, a tennis ball, and lighter fluid would make a cannon that would fire that ball through a sheet of plywood or hundreds of yards if let fly.
All parts were easily found.
And we all kept our fingers.
Water rockets were about the most fun toys we had when I was little. When I saw the picture I wished I could go out and buy some.
Am I wrong or are a lot of us on here considerably older than to think the 1980s was way in the past? My childhood was in the 60s, personally. It makes no difference to me if someone wants to post the old days of the 80s, but maybe it could possibly be titled differently. I enjoyed the 80s too, but they were not my childhood of innocence.
I came out of the womb in ’53 and was often not innocent. A kids carpentry set at age 6 birthday. Uh, where is the wood to work on? Never mind, the saw works on the coffee table legs.
The toys they had back then would NEVER be allowed today. My wife just humors me when I say I’m tough, but the crap I survived and that others survived due to my eagerness to enjoy my life. Probably not the most dangerous to other people, but simply to be around was some device with little cubes that looked like either Starburst® or Now and Later® candies, and you put them into this device with a see-through dome and it heated the cubes and they turned into dinosaurs and you could inverse the procedure, by stuffing them into some vise-like device on the thing and make them become a cube again. The fumes and smell that came off of those were probably more dangerous than the train derailment in Ohio. Just kidding about that, but it had to be toxic.
Lawn darts
Looks like someone is going to get seriously hurt by that arrow soon!
Still have my box of old 45 RPM records. Digitized them and cleaned up the audio long ago. Also fondly remember Radio Shack and their “Battery of the Month” club. Their recording tape didn’t hold up though, even their so called “SuperTape”.
Met Nadia as an adult in Florida. The years had not been kind to her. She had turned kinda nasty in several respects.
Where was that picture of the teens standing/sitting on the car taken? Some of those people look very familiar.
I noticed that arrow too. I have two brothers 8-9 years younger than I . When I was around 11 I had a homemade bow and arrow. Thought I’d try it out with some “trick” shooting. The older brother was 3 and still in diapers so I thought it would be cool to shoot a home made arrow between his bare feet. The arrow ended up between his big toe and the next one on his right foot. It only penetrated about 1-1/2″ but mom had to take him to an emergency room to remove it.
I remember my brother told me to hold a rose picked.from my mother’s garden and he would clip it with garden shears. He chopped off the tip of my thumb and my Mom beat his ass for it.
Ah, the memories.
Ahhhh … the gold old days of real ass-beatings …. and mom ass-beatings were a picnic (even those with a Tupperware rolling pin a/k/a essentially a wiffle ball bat) compared to those administered by the Old Man.
When I joke around with my Mom in front of my kids about the ass-beatings, etc., she sometimes says that she wished she didn’t resort to it so often.
I just say … as much as we got … we actually deserved MORE :)!!!
Only little boys can really enjoy a mud puddle for all it offers.
Sweet.
Sigh and grin
Thanks
The Keith Richards children’s photo is hilarious!
Back around 1991 during the summer, I was in Venice, Italy, and was trying to decide what I was going to do next; I happened to look up just in time to see Keith Richards and perhaps his girlfriend du jour, walking along. I know if I was a celebrity, I’d get damn tired of everyone hounding me, so I left him to go on his way as if I hadn’t noticed. He looked just as awful as he does in the photos you see. I have zero doubt it was him. Zero