Under 40 ..... Don't Read .... Memories.

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  1. Under 40 ..... Don't Read .... Memories.

    Black and White
    (Under age 40? You won't understand.)

    You could hardly see for all the snow,
    Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.
    Pull a chair up to the TV set,
    'Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet.'

    My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs
    and spread mayo on the same cutting
    board with the same knife and no
    bleach, but we didn't seem to get food

    My Mom used to defrost hamburger on
    the counter AND I used to eat it raw
    sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches
    were wrapped in wax paper in a brown
    paper bag, not in ice-pack coolers, but I
    can't remember getting e.coli.

    Almost all of us would have rather gone
    swimming in the lake instead of a
    pristine pool (talk about boring), no
    beach closures then.

    The term cell phone would have
    conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a
    pager was the school PA system.

    We all took gym, not PE .. and risked
    permanent injury with a pair of high top
    Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of
    having cross-training athletic shoes with
    air cushion soles and built in light
    reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but
    they must have happened because they
    tell us how much safer we are now.

    Flunking gym was not an option even for
    stupid kids! I guess PE must be much
    harder than gym.

    Speaking of school, we all said prayers
    and sang the national anthem, and
    staying in detention after school caught
    all sorts of negative attention.

    We must have had horribly damaged
    psyches. What an archaic health system
    we had then. Remember school nurses?
    Ours wore a hat and everything.

    I thought that I was supposed to
    accomplish something before I was
    allowed to be proud of myself.

    I just can't recall how bored we were
    without computers, Play Station,
    Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV
    cable stations.

    Oh yeah ... and where was the Benadryl
    and sterilization kit when I got that bee
    sting? I could have been killed!

    We played 'king of the hill' on piles of
    gravel left on vacant construction sites,
    and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out
    the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome
    (kids liked it better because it didn't
    sting like iodine did) and then we got
    our butt spanked.

    Now it's a trip to the emergency room,
    followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle
    of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the
    attorney to sue the contractor for
    leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel
    where it was such a threat.

    We didn't act up at the neighbor's house
    either because if we did, we got our butt
    spanked there and then we got butt
    spanked again when we got home.

    I recall Donny Reynolds from next door
    coming over and doing his tricks on the
    front stoop, just before he fell off. Little
    did his Mom know that she could have
    owned our house. Instead, she picked
    him up and swatted him for being such a
    goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.

    To top it off, not a single person I knew
    had ever been told that they were from a
    dysfunctional family. How could we
    possibly have known that?

    We needed to get into group therapy and
    anger management classes? We were
    obviously so duped by so many societal
    ills that we didn't even notice that the
    entire country wasn't taking Prozac!
    How did we ever survive?


  2. Dusty - Did you happen to Get Alexander Graham Bell's autograph, or were you more of a Thomas Edison 'groupie' ? LOL...:D
  3. Memories. That brings them back.

    In answer to the question from Pastor Gary I believe Dusty tried to get an autograph but this older boy kept pushing her out the way. I understand his name was Gary.
  4. Hey Pastor .... I'm not telling on the grounds it might incriminate me .... LOL :D:D
  5. Oh good one Ray.... :D:D.... I like that better than my answer. LOL:D
  6. Okay, I didn't follow the rules and I read it anyway.

    MAN I wish I was born in this time period. I always hear stories like these from my grandparents.

    My grandfather, as a teenager, cut up a diner seat with some blade he had in his pocket. Instead of the owner calling the police or suing his mother, he made him work there to pay for the damage.

  7. Okay - I broke the rules too - Not quite 40 - BUT this makes sense to me!!
    All but the black and white tele - though I still remember the days when we had - wait for it - 2 channels - yep TWO! I still remember how exciting it was to go on holiday to the beach where they had 5!!! And caramel flavoured icecream - we didn't get that in the country either.

    I spent the majority of my childhood painted red on either my knees, elbows or often both! - good ole mercurochrome!

    One of the memories I find amusing was that at Christmas we would get a mixed case of softdrink (soda, pop) delivered to our door - this was such a treat - we didn't have this any other time of year, not like now, when half the population has it with every meal. No wonder we were so healthy!
  8. Man, I came around during the "transition era." As in I played my Atari amd NES on black-and-whites. :D I had THREE channels (Yup, movin' on up!) and remotes were still an oddity. I remember throwing stuff at my little brother so he'd get up to change the channel (Yup. No push buttons. Dials baby!) Cell phones? I laughed when I saw the first ones. They were as big a bread loaves, and needed a car battery-sized battery pack to hold enough charge for a five minute conversation. I also remember knocking on neighbors' doors at 7:00 in the morning on a Saturday so my friends and I could go ride our bikes. Remember Cioke bottles that were made of glass and cost 50 cents? Gas cost, what, 89 cents when I was commin' up? I remember seeing electronic fuel injection for the first time and nearly cried. I was seven when I saw a Mac fior the first time.

    And to think, I'll be 30 in a few months!
  9. Well, now - where ta start, where ta start.

    I was born in a log cabin on February 12, 1809... :eek: AH - wait a minute; I'm readin' the wrong bio... that's fer Abraham LIncoln... I'm a gonna start again, now that I got my readin' glasses back from Wal-Mart.

    I was born very young. In fact, until my sister was born, I was the youngest kid that my folks had... except fer my twin brother. I still think that they got us mixed up at birth. Not that it makes too much difference - I think I know who I am. :rolleyes:

    Anyways, when I was a youngin', I had ta walk 8 miles ta school each day and it wuz uphill both ways; snow and ice, rain or 'shine. And that 'shine' kept me nice and warm, although bein' drunk all the time at age 7 wuz a little rough on tryin' ta do homework.

    I can remember Saturday mornin' serial movies at the Bijou Threater for 10 cents, gasoline wuz 25 cents a gallon, and once a month my mom would buy me an ice cream cone for 5 cents over at the soda fountain inside the Woolworth Department Store.

    We'd listen ta the AM radio every nite and use our imaginations in our noggin ta see what was goin' on in some of them ghost stories and westerns. Randolph Scott and Roy Rogers wuz our favrites. We ain't had no TV until the 1960's and that one was a used black and white DuMont.

    I had ta help my daddy carry wood for the stove in the house and carry wood out ta his moonshine still. He made some of the best 'shine' in the county.

    I growed up happy and went ta school until I wuz 17. My daddy and I graduated the same year. I done went into a trade school and come out with an engineering degree. I retired back in the mid 1990's and have been enjoyin' some time fer me and the missus since then.

    But I'll never fergit them childhood days in the woods, learnin' the ways of the animals and fishin' and huntin' on Saturday afternoons with my folks ta have enough food fer the next week. We come a long way from them simpler days and sometimes I just git ta thinkin' that dealin' with some rough times and hardships might have been the best part of growin' up. It made me appreciate how tough things really were in the backwoods hill country and it made me in ta the stong, self sufficient man I became with a love fer God and country.
  10. Yes , I can relate to all that . And the cell phone .... well I still have the bread loaf and keep it to show and make people laugh.

    But I am double your age el pollo so you are making memories already ..... Hmmm .... I am really ancient.:D:D

  11. Rolling over laughing . I love your humour Paddy.

  12. Luv'n it. Born just prior to the US entering WWII, I remember lots of things coming about. However, I really don't remember anything about the war. Mom showed me the ration stamps that she still had and shared stories and Dad showed me a German Lugar (sp) gun my uncle brought back. I lost an uncle in the war and 2 other uncles fought in Europe. Great G'dad, G'dad, and Dad were all shoe repairmen until Dad went into sales in order to put food on the table.

    Remember running all over the neighborhood, playing with other kids, doors unlocked day & night, ice cream cones as a special treat at the corner drug store, five cent cokes in a bottle, five cent ice cream cones. Yes, we had a Bijou but it was in the wrong end of town so I couldn't go. I did go to other movies. I remember when Technicolor came to the "silver screen." No, I don't remember silent films. That was prior to my time. We walked to town and back carrying what we bought. Mom walked to and from the grocer and carried two arm loads of groceries home. If we rode the bus, it was five cents. I remember getting the seafood market deliver our fish on Fridays. The boy came on a bicycle and the fish was wrapped in newspaper and tied with a string. It was caught that a.m. just off the coast of our city in NC. So good! I remember a local milk company delivering milk to our home - in fact I remember farther back - a local farmer delivered his own cow's milk to our home. Whole milk and it was so good - cream floating on the top.

    I remember an old black lady coming to our back door fairly regularly and asking Mom if she had any work she could do. Mom would sometimes let her "damp mop" the kitchen for a little pay; but no matter what, she would always make a plate of food for Dot so she could have a decent meal - whether or not there was any work to be done - and give her a quarter (it went a long way then) for whatever. Keep in mind, that quarters were scarce in our home. Dot would show up at the shoe repair shop, too. Dad would make sure her shoes were wearable. We were poor. But Dot was poorer.

    I can remember being a teenager and TV came to town. We couldn't afford one at the time and anyway, the reception was very poor. You had to get the station that was 150 miles away. You had to have an antenna on top your home that was big and several feet tall. My brother got married and moved into our upstairs apartment. He and his wife got a TV! Wow! I can remember being invited to some watch some of the programs. There was snow - but not so much we couldn't enjoy it. Later when our town got a station, Dad found the money for a TV! We had arrived.

    My wedding pictures were in black and white. Our escape vehicle was a Ford Fairlaine 500 '57. (I think that is how it was referred to.) Of course, it was my brother's. Our vehicle was a '54 Chevy that was bought used.

    Most of all I remember a childhood of ring-around-the-roses, birthday cakes, chasing each other all over the neighborhood, falling from my bike onto the brick paved street, swinging from a tree-rope in the neighbor's year, riding my bike good distances from home and not having to worry about anything, China-berry (tree berries) pee-shooter fights, merthyolate on cuts, alcohol poured over scrapes, walks to the parks and swinging from the very high swings and sliding down the big slides, chasing fireflies in front of the house while my parents and grandparents sat rocking on the front porch. I remember happiness.
  13. Granny .... Thanks for the memories .... So many of those I can relate to like the milk being delivered to the door , the ice box ... did you have one of those ? and the ice man coming every day to give us a new block of ice for the ice box. The bread man still came with a horse drawn cart and we would all run out to pet the horse.

    The good old days ... Kids nowadays say they ae are bored but we never were . There was lots to do and chores to do as well

    My brother ,when he was 13 worked for the drug store and delivered the perscriptions to people on his bycicle. I worked after school in Woolworth's for pocket money as mom did not have any to give.

    We skated outdoors in the winter as there were so many ice rinks.

    In the summer time we would play monopoly for hours with our friends. also pickup sticks and marbels. Good times .

    We had no Tv and when we did it was black and white and only two channels. We used to listen to stories on the radio.

    Years later my mom got an old volkswagon bug and we thought we were the cat's meow... riding around.

    Ah, the good old days
  14. No, no ice box, but I remember the ice truck. So some in the neighborhood must have had ice boxes. We had a refrigerator! Mom bought sliced bread. She baked biscuits and corn bread daily. She did not make yeast bread except for rolls on special occasions. Monopoly, and several other board games :). The Green Hornet The Lone Ranger (I remember it coming on TV when we finally got one.), and other radio programs. We sat in my Grand Dad's bedroom around his radio to listen. Of course, we had to have already finished our homework. Sitting on the front porch in the summer after "supper." G'mama visiting from SC and her giving me the "dimes" to go across the street to the corner store to get cups of chocolate ice cream. The "dime" cups were bigger than the "nickle" cups. :) Major treat!
  15. How about another trip down memory lane with the words from the Statler Brothers tune, "Do You Remember These."

  16. Woa!!!!!!!:D:D:cool:.... That's good Pastor Gary . Now I am really dating myself .... Oh well we all have to get to our senior years sooner or later but it is what we do with those years that counts.

    Mom would give us a penny and we would go to the corner store and get those what we called ,black balls and they would have different colours as you tasted them. Mmmmm.

    Granny .... how about the wash board ? We had to scrub our socks with yellow soap.

    We had a pet cat and she got all the scraps .... not cat food and she drank milk and nothing was wrong with her and we never took her to the vet. She died of old age.

    We had no heat in the upstairs and in the winter the floor was so cold . You didn't wnat to get out from those wonderful down comforters.

    Yes in those days moms knew how to cook and passed it on but now how many young people can cook from scratch ... It's all frozen stuff. She canned all the fruits and veg for the winter.
  17. Boogy Man, ..Pastor ..... " from the song " .... We would not go in the closet cause we were afraid of the Boogy Man ... LOL

    Oh, and did you have the Sheeny Man ?....( I have no idea where that name came from even to this day ) He came and collected all the junk that we put out into the alley . He also had a cart with a horse .

    Hmmmm ..... I am really old ....:D:D

  18. [SIZE=+1]"Generation gap" [/SIZE]​

    A very self-important college freshman attending a recent football game, took it upon himself to explain to a senior citizen sitting next to him why it was impossible for the older generation to understand his generation.
    "You grew up in a different world, actually an almost primitive one," the student said, loud enough for many of those nearby to hear. "The young people of today grew up with television, jet planes, space travel, man walking on the moon, our space ships have visited Mars. We have nuclear energy, electric and hydrogen cars, computers with light-speed processing and...," pausing to take another drink of pop.
    The older man took advantage of the break in the student's litany and said, "You're right, son. We didn't have those things when we were young... so we invented them. Now, what are YOU and your bunch doing for the next generation?"
    The applause was resounding. ​
  19. :D:amen:
  20. And do you remember adding the little yellow food coloring packet to the white Oleo, which was a substitute for butter back then. Do you remember back when Coca Cola had real cocaine in it. That was the original or "Classic" Coke.

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