If you're really old, you'll just complain about the poor attention to detail in that list:
We never had a party line but talked a lot about it. Never chewed Blackjack, only Bazooka. We threw the skate key away and took one of the skates apart and screwed it to the bottom of a piece of wood, old school skateboard.
Our first family car was a '49 Studebaker bullet-nose 2 door sedan, bought the year I was born. No seat belts and no child seats. Somehow my sisters and I all survived and are drawing Social Security. And Oh, BTW: 17 for 17!.17 for 17. I liked Black Jack gum, too, and I owned a ‘49 Studebaker pickup.
That sucks you had no shop option. I had shop (welding, engine repair) and woodworking.I have three older sisters who all took shop (& Home Ec). The shop teacher retired after the last of my sisters took class. I had no shop option. Somewhere in my house there is a giant green and white checkerboard/plaid pillow.
I guess as a senior I did take something shop-adjacent. Students brought in old, small engines to fix up. Mine was particularly bad, it was rusty, had dust caked in, hadn't been run for years, and the company had been bought out making it difficult to get replacement parts at all, much less within a semester. The instructor helped me get the flywheel off (it took a welder, special tool, and a big hammer) and ignored me besides that.That sucks you had no shop option. I had shop (welding, engine repair) and woodworking.
I wish I had someone to work with back then who knew what he was doing. We had two weeks of instruction on parts and theory before the instructor mostly stopped caring, told us to find something to bring in (not something we knew at the beginning of the semester, lucky most of us were either farm kids or had dads who didn't throw stuff away) and mostly just let us goof off. I remember leaving parts to soak in a cleaner for a week or so, making little or no progress, while I waited for gaskets, I accomplished nothing and my instructor noticed just enough that he spent two class periods alternating between heating the flywheel and pounding on the tool until it finally popped off.We had wood shop and auto shop too. I was the only one in my group who was mechanically inclined, so when we had to teardown and reassemble a small engine, I did all of the work while the skaters and dweebies stood their staring at the floor.
We had a 2-4 week period when we all switched. Boys to home-ec and the girls to shop. The boys were all pissed the that the girls didn't have to do a semester of Technical Drawing before they got to build something in shop.When I took home EC the boys took shop… sexist 70s.