Robert Mitchum and son James Mitchum in Thunder Road in 1958
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Childhood was different when even the Protestants had at least four kids.
And mom stayed home and dad came home . . . and had no chest-feeding equipment.
The good old days back when women wore skirts and men wore pants.
Except for those faggotty fewkin’ Scots. And their bag o’ dicks pipes.
/jk
Just laughin’ away these awful times.
I think this photo might have been stolen from Alamy
Love me some bagpipes. Best with AC/DC.
I’d pay money to watch Bill Barr pummeled with his.
The good old days with the hula hoops happens daily in my living room. Wife’s a hooper.
Ring around the collar was eradicated in 1973 when Johnson and Johnson introduced a chemical vaccine that eliminated neck dirt. Everyone took it unknowingly, when you started eating green M&Ms instead of the red…
Ring around the collar was eradicated but for some reason….. Malaria & TB are making a comeback. I wonder why, where could it be coming from?
A crappy software maker…
. . . who’s expert in computer virology.
Marxine Waters exhales?
I figure that after creating Cialis, Viagra and the rest they just gave up on medicine becasue they were playing with their diks all the time.
Summer in the ’50’s was even better.
I’d have to take your word for it, but I do tend to believe it.
1950s MKULTRA:
“Don’t worry about all the “instantly vaporized” stuff we said about Japan.
A school desk is equivalent to the protection at Cheyenne Mountain.”
Lol , child of the seventies me self but yesterday went to pick up “Mrs Simplecarpenter in ” The Big City ” where she had been staying with her sis out from the east coast at their folks’s assisted living community . Anyway after I picked her up she took me out to Dicks Burgers , a famous burger joint that goes back to the fifties. So I decide we’re eating out in the parking lot ( cuz its a drive in )so we may as well listen to some fifties music . Totally awesome , kept it playin for the whole hour and a half drive back to our home out in “Podunckville” . It actually put me in a different attitude and I quite liked it . Of course we cant really unring the bell of lost innocence knowing what we do but just knowing there was such a time somehow helps . And thats comin from a serious ametuer guitar slinger who plays stuff like Jesus Just Left Chicago, I thank you , La grange , Day of The Eagle, Crossroads and on and on on my axes , Still good music is good music and it defies any particular narrow definition . Really big on the horn bands of the seventies like Chicago Transit Authority ,Blood Sweat and Tears and so on ….. What the hell happened to music ?
Same thing happened to music that happened to sports.
Blood Sweat and Tears was the first rock band to ever use a horns and reeds successfully. Their second album is my favorite.
My mother had one of those cars… As a kid, I’d swear the driver’s door was at least 5 feet long, maybe 6, when it was opened.
Tube socks and short shorts, Bay-BEE!
And that was we dudes
Woody suburban nice !!
Big block with cow catcher.
Yeah they were cool unless your dad was a Mopar man. Things could get dicey in a Ford/Chevy neighborhood if a Mopar came in. It almost always meant a trip to the street strip and titles on the line!
The Super Charger looks like a Hot Wheel 🙂
Actually I think the Hot Wheel looks like the Super Charger
Really friggin’ ugly. I remember another model with a huge wing spoiler. They used to put out 500 units of stuff like this or the Ford Talladega for example to allow a souped up race car to be considered a production unit. I remember a guy got in a fender bender at the intersection in front of our house in a Ford Talladega. It wasn’t hurt too bad but it was “totaled” because there was no support for the unique body panels since only 500 were made to meet the production requirement.
That would have been the Superbird version of the Roadrunner. A guy near my little home town had one and used to come cruise our town drag, trying to impress the girls.
The Joe Dirt!
I can’t recall what the Charger with the wing was called, maybe Charger Daytona, but there was also the cousin Superbird.
SuperBee
https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBEj2fJf9G17EYvGejrA7ffAqcBKYA6VmZYA&usqp=CAU
https://images.app.goo.gl/AyGNP8h4zCCiHXM37
The actual production model was one beautiful car.
This is one beautiful car.
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I’m sorry, but that’s one ugly POS. It may run, but it’s ugly AF.
Must’ve been before his Ravenite Social Club days.
PONG was a forerunner to PacMan.
Primitive video game, but fun.
That’s funny … we were playing pinball in the early-’60s … must have been in a time warp or something.
What we “gained” was DIEversity and we lost our wonderful country.
What’s stopping me? Good sense, good taste, eyesight…
Not wanting to look homo.
Fruit suits. L OL!!!
You’ve got some Austin Powers getups over on the right and some Mod Squad garb on the left with fags in between
LOLOLLLL!
You more or less ripped the words right out of my mouth
Look ma, no camel toe.
My Y chromosome.
Is that the Frito Bandito? smh…
missing his sombrero.
Fruits of the Loon
There was a day when I thought leisure suits were cool. I’m old.
Had a baby blue one that I wore with a white with blue paisley shirt. BIG wide collar on the shirt. White belt and white shoes made me one cool cucumber (at least in my mind). My shirt had more white in it than this one.
TN- I guess you had to be there in the time because it just does not translate well to today’s crowd. 🙂
Ah…the Ralph Furley
Yeah my Berkeley Liberal commie stepmom used to try and dress me up like that “down in Monterey”back in the day . No fucking way , it made me feel like a fag lol , 501’s and a tee shirt , which is still my choice at 60,thank you very much . I guess I was kinda a purdy boy and missed my big chance , thank God.
They don’t make cars like a 1959 Ford anymore. Thank God!
1959 FORD =Fix Or Repair Daily…………… 🙂
Found On Road Dead
You mean before the Hart-Celler act and the Great Society?
Well into my 40’s, about 20+ years ago, nostalgia started to set in, besides a bit of longing for and appreciating some of the things of the past.
Ma used to keep her stash of old photos of family in one of those old, heavy duty cardboard long neck bottle beer case boxes with the dual flaps on top. Altes, or maybe Blatz? Cheap beer was a staple in the 50’s & 60’s for the fathers in my extended family.
We’d occasionally pull the box out during holidays, to look, laugh, reminisce.
There was one photo, circa 1955 that was similar to a good old days pic shown above.
Ours showed Dad sitting near shore at a lake. My twin older brothers were about 2.
The boys were dumping small buckets of water on Dad’s head, no doubt laughing with glee.
Dad used to initiate that kind of fun, then wail about the water being too cold, knowing the boys
would find it fun and funny, producing smiles and laughs that memories are made of. Gold.
Over the 4th weekend, I was visiting dear friends in a similar lake front environment.
There were about 6 kids on the beach, all children and grandchildren of friends I know & love.
The kids didn’t know who this old dude visitor was, but it was a hot, sunny day.
I wandered down to the shallow shore, and said “Uncle ~L is hot and sweaty. Which one of you little meatballs wants to cool him off and pour some water over his head?”
-Me! “I DO!”
Once. Giggles.
Then another says “I want to do it.” I got doused again.
Howls of laughter. “Do it again.”
“My turn”…until each one of ’em got to pour.
Nobody captured those precious moments on 7/4/2023 with their cell phone video cam, to the best of my knowledge, but, that’s ok.
The memory in my mind brings a smile to my wrinkled old mug, and keeps the embers of joy in my heart glowing, while the world around us crumbles into decadence and concern for their future.
Maybe one of them will recall that incident, years later, as they watch a kid of their own at the lake.
It’s an example of interaction, to spread some good vibes.
All my peers tell me their grandkids are the greatest joy they currently experience.
Have none of my own, but am a Gruncle to many of my closest family & friends with toddlers.
At ages 1-6, kids are at their best, with curiosity, fun loving joy, and haven’t yet become mean little brats to others, or even understand the concept of prejudice.
Making them laugh is an exercise that ought be practiced by adults more often.
They need it. I need it. The world needs more of it.
Focus on the good. Find some. Create some.
Memories.
L – Every time I am around my great granddaughters, I try to spend as much time as I can playing with them, doing what they want. When they grow up and I am gone, I want them to remember the old man who would get in the floor with them and play Barbie or put a trashcan over his head and chase them around the basement. I know I cherish those moments.
Good start to an essay, ~L.
I’ll be back in a few. Running out to get a couple Hostess fruit pies!
I used to go to the Hostess “Day Old Store” and stock up on the apple and peach fruit pies to take to work in my lunch.
As teenagers in the ’70s, we used to ride our bikes about 2 miles down to the corner gas station just to get one of those fruit pies.
I get heartburn from those.
I don’t know any fruit pies so…
The bra-free 70s were outstanding…as were breasts that weren’t hormonally-enhanced by rBST and so many other chemicals in the food supply.
Agreed. Farrah’s Fawcetts always seemed to be on display.
I also am not a big fan of the silicon enhancements that so many women think they need to be attractive
For me it’s the injected lips, very gross.
Agreed, as well as the botox treatments that keep their mouth from moving properly. Saw my beautiful niece a couple of weeks ago and was shocked by how her face did not show much signs of movement. My wife agreed it was probably botox.
I miss hair on pussies, it was fun for a while and I wouldn’t turn a smooth one away but I miss the fur.
I was never coordinated enough to keep a hula hoop going. It ended up in the trash.
Btw, high waisted pants for women have been back in style for some time, now. They need to make high waist jeans for plumbers.
Duluth Trading makes something that’s helpful to plumbers.
The trick is you don’t move your hips in a circle, just side to side or front to back (easiest for most).
I posted a video earlier of a Superbird that vanished, but I’m going to attempt to post a video of today’s hula-hoop. I have three of these, altogether. I’m going to have to disagree that finger-starting is a good method for starting these, but finger-starting does have its place in other activities.
Crack kills.
I have glass button fuses in the garage. And btw, I’m still cooking on one of these and yes, it’s avocado green.
My wife was a caregiver to a wealthy LOL in LaCanada-Flintridge in 2000. She had an electric range that was hinged to flip up when not in use that must have been hella old then. Never saw one before or since.
My Dad was an electrician and loved fuses over breakers. He had seen some breakers that people had taped to keep them from tripping. The only way to bypass a fuse was a penny and that was a dangerous thing to do. Both inserting the penny and it would never blow, but continue the overload.
Poor bastard on that avocado green. Our house currently built in 1979 still has the very same color biscuit kitchen appliances and I thought we had it bad, but although we did already replace the microwave with a hard-to-find, new biscuit-colored one, that’s the only one so far we’ve had to replace. I was talking to Bindy on here the other day because he was saying when he was younger, he used to trade new cars in less than a year’s time, every year. Well when it comes to things like kitchen appliances, I’d certainly try and keep up with at least the modern era in color schemes. The last I heard, black stainless was the thing, but I’ve had the misfortune to put all that behind me. My wife doesn’t care about any of that nonsense. So she’s gonna have to go. But typically older appliances are far better, like the 60s and 70s Bell provided phones that were much better than the ones made later, and even better still when they released copyrights ) or whatever law to other manufacturers that essentially had it existed, you could buy one from Amazon.
The Frigidaire-GM upright avocado green freezer is still operational as well. New in 1970!
very same color biscuit kitchen appliances LOL, “Harvest Gold”?
Our house had one of those in gray as I recall. Eventually everything stopped working.
they are old fuse box fuses..
Lynda Carter……Perfection
“Thunder Road” was on TCM’s “Noir Alley” several months ago. Having worked in Wilkes Co., NC 40 yrs. ago, recognized many locations. BTW, everyone smoked constantly.
Bad stuff did happen in the “Good old days” but bad stuff happens still after all of the “improvements”. Kids used to be hurt or even killed in accidents that happened on swings and pickup beds. A boy in my neighborhood broke his neck and was paralyzed by such a fall. Today kids are killed by niggers shooting up their neighborhoods. Have we really made progress?
Just for the record, I’m not corresponding with anyone else who uses by intent or oversight the ‘anonymous’ user name. I’ll share my thoughts on The Good Ol Days later. But I’m pretty sick of people using Anonymous.
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So what?
Gunsmoke, The Untouchables, Combat!, The Rifleman, cap guns, assorted toy weapons, BB guns & .22’s when you got a little older etc. etc. and zero mass murders (with weapons) & school shootings. Hmmm, wonder why?
The practices of prayer, faith, and the golden rule were ditched, and then Hollywood and
video game violence fantasy exploded in popularity, with a subset of fans who thought acting it out made them admirable or respectable. Contemptable is more justified prize.
And here we are.
You forgot you mention MKUltra.
And “alt/rebel/youth” culture, totally contrived and controlled by the deep state:
Weird Scenes Inside the Canyon: Laurel Canyon, Covert Ops & the Dark Heart of the Hippie Dream, by David McGowan
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Dad beat your butt when you got out of line and you had your butt in a pew at least once a week.
We now have 3 in 4 black kids growing up without a father to teach them right from wrong and to discipline them when needed. It is no wonder 1/2 of all violent crime is committed by young black men.
Um, you said men. Men, real men don’t do those things. Most of these black kids are less than 15 years old; They think they be men because they got hold of a Glock, and some other gang-banger hooked em up with the Glock switch to make em full auto, got extended mags and now they be a killah. Real men. 😂😂😂😂😂😂. They ought to be MK Ultra’ed and sent in before the SEALs and Delta, you know just to clear the way for those boys. My Grammerly app is about to have a meltdown, trying to help fix my oopsies, which it don’t be speakin ghetto.
They are old enough to impregnate a woman, so I consider them to be men. Statistics show that 1/2 of all violent crime is committed by young black men (15-30) who make up less than 2% of the population.
America has a problem race.
Loved Combat with Vic Morrow
Smith Mundt Act was intact then.
The thing you asked about are fuses they were used in buildings before we had breaker panels.
And your everyday house.
i see
Great collection of memories. Thank you for sharing
CV-43 – USS Coral Sea. 1 tour. 79-82.
Okay, let me get started. I never remember seeing a Candy-striper in person. Phew, nearly wrote Candy=stripper which is a different thing.
My stepsister had a hula=hoop. I think I played with it once. The hula-hoop.
My stepmom used to get Spiegel catalogs. The only time I played with marbles was alone, so no marble games with other kids. I didn’t even know such a thing existed back then.
I drove before age 12 and it wasn’t no stinkin tractor. I knew I was going to be a driver when I was very little. You didn’t dare leave a key in the ignition of anything. Once when I was about 4, I was sitting in my dad’s lap at the grocery (the type that should be included in The Good Ol Days) and the key was in the ignition. Surprise to him, I turned that key, put it in drive with the column shifter and right up on the sidewalk we went, nearly into the store. Both my dad and my stepdad when I was little, would let me steer while driving, sitting on their laps. Then, when I was about 10-11, I actually drove the car sitting alone in the pilot seat. I drove all around our town (often at night for some reason 😉), then once during a trip to Florida, while in Florida. Finally, just as I was about to get my license at the age of 16, I had to first master standard shift. Just think if today’s black parents put such stipulations on their children learning to drive. They could freakin steal anything. Thanks to that, I had the confidence I could drive literally anything, be it any car, truck, boat, or airplane. ANYTHING. I have driven boats, flown a Cessna 150 or 172, maybe both, that was a looong time ago. All the motorcycles I’ve owned. I’ve had plenty of both Hostess and Little Debbie fruit pies, flavored filling pies, etc.
I recall that episode of All in the Family, but I can’t recall if I knew that was Sammy Davis Jr. or not.
Why the hell is a Kurbtrashian in here? Today;s Charo is Sofia Vergara. Both Brigette Bardot and the hottie sitting in the car above her. 🔥🔥🔥🔥.
My best friend growing up was a Farah Fawcett guy. I prefered Jacklyn Smith and still would. Before I scrolled a little further, I was sure the band in that photo was Styx, but nope, Boston. I had to pre-order their first album; it had that much push from the record company in my city. I guess all the airplay before it was released had something to do with that.
All the houses I lived in growing up had those stupid fuses. All of them.
That wraps up my long-awaited review.
Since I’m beyond time to edit; there was also a day when we were at what we used to call both the country and down at the house, which is the last house my mom lived growing up, but her parents still lived there and some of her siblings. One day someone had a car (some 60s or 70s thing) and it had one of those dashboard key slots with slots that had a protruding surround. I turned it a bit and the dash lights came on. Several people were sitting on the porch and I told em I was about to drive this car. Someone said you can’t the key isn’t in it. Ha, their faces, when I turned that thing and it started right up. I put it in reverse and backed up about 10 yards, then pulled back up and parked it. I was maybe 9. That’ll teach you to question me.
I thought every one knew those screw in thingies were for watching your electricity in the box. Just like a pilot flame, it needs to be checked at times.
That girl in the last pic started the tongue out trend.
Kim Kardashian before her body ‘sploded.
Her ever 👎.
What?
She looked….normal.
Who is the girl in the car?
I honestly didn’t know either, but if you’re talking about the young lady here (https://tineye.com/query/eabbcd99a2aab188f67198d36a82a9e8cce31b13?size=160) I hope, that’s also Brigette Bardot.
Yes it is.