Remember when...

[Brewenstein]

Speaking of cats, who can forget Fritz?

Quite a disturbing movie...

 

[Dan]

I️ remember joining my big brother’s club which was held in the top of a barn. Initiating fee was bubble gum and I️ bought 100 bazooka joes for a dollar from the corner Tastee Freeze

 

[Dan]

Everybody has their own private phone now, cell phone. When I️ was a kid there was one phone on the wall in the laundry room with a long spiraled cord that stretched long enough to let you sneak into the bathroom close by. All the privacy you wanted....unless somebody on the party line picked up and secretly listened in. Hahaha. And remember when you picked up the phone to make a call and your neighbor was already talking on the party line...ya just had to wait. My goodness how did we survive

 

[MaxStout]

We never had party lines where I lived, but I had a girlfriend who lived in the country and they did. Three or four families sharing the party line, IIRC. Each household's phone had its own unique ring, so they knew who the call was for. One of her neighbors, creepy old Mrs. Moulton, would sometimes try to listen in on other people's phone conversations. We'd hear the tell-tale "click" and we knew we had company. I'd say "good evening, Mrs. Moulton, glad you could join us!" Click. She hung up and never bothered us again. Sometimes, someone would get on the line and ask us to wrap up our conversation so they could use the phone. We knew not to talk more than 10-15 minutes.

Good times.

 

[vanishingpint]

As I recall our ring was two shorts and along.

 

[flars]

Everybody has their own private phone now, cell phone. When I️ was a kid there was one phone on the wall in the laundry room with a long spiraled cord that stretched long enough to let you sneak into the bathroom close by. All the privacy you wanted....unless somebody on the party line picked up and secretly listened in. Hahaha. And remember when you picked up the phone to make a call and your neighbor was already talking on the party line...ya just had to wait. My goodness how did we survive

It is like brewing beer. It takes patience.

 

[MaxStout]

Remember when...people HAD patience?

 

[Kirkwooder]

Remember when...people HAD patience?

No, and I'm old.

 

[smurfjuice]

Patience AND common sense ...

 

[MrNatural]

Ahh, you were lucky! (that's one too) I had a 144 cuin Falcon wagon with a 2 speed fordomatic (??) trans, vacuum wipers and a tube AM radio. The wipers would stop dead until you were at a constant speed, or going down hill. I had to let off on the gas every so often to clear the window. Drove that 100k miles before I put it down (already had almost that on it when I got it), and halfway through put a 3 speed automatic in it. The wipers still sucked.

Hahaha... Man, I was right there. Grandma gave me her '63 Falcon Futura convertible. I thought it was 170CI, but a turd either way, two speed tranny made it a double deuce. Still wish I had it now though.....
And how about those radio "presets"? Tune to station, pull out button, push button back in to store "preset". Of course the suckers always shifted a little and you had to figure out which direction they were off and compensate original tuning to offset the shift when you pushed button in to "save" station.

 

[MrNatural]

Ouch, took me 3 times reading to get that one. I can be a bit dense. She was pretty sweet too!
And, she would rather have hot needles in the eye than read about beer. No worries about her drinking mine is a bonus.

How about Two Guys Dept store? Or maybe Pomeroys?
Or, Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers, Mickey Rat and Dizzy Ratstein comics? For those in the know, uh, its just comics....nothing to infer here.

And of course:

 

[ba-brewer]

I remember buying gum for a penny and reading Bazooka Joe.View attachment 546188

Me too, I would buy mine at the corner tavern on the way to elementary school. Would leave loaded every morning. Bazooka joe in one pocket and rootbeer barrels in the other.

 

[MaxStout]

Me too, I would buy mine at the corner tavern on the way to elementary school. Would leave loaded every morning. Bazooka joe in one pocket and rootbeer barrels in the other.

Bazooka, and if I wanted an all-day supply, Bub's Daddy.

 

[ba-brewer]

Don't remember Bub's daddy, but I recall a brick of gum about the size of baseball card and twice as thick as bazooka for a dime. I searched what I thought was the name but found porn pics.

 

[grampamark]

And of course:

And MAD Magazine.

My Dad went to school at the Art Institute of Pittaburgh after the war. One of his classmates was Kelly Freas who became one of the early cartoonists/illustrators for MAD. Dad started bringing MAD home to follow his friend's career sometime in the mid 50s.

Reading MAD at an early age had a lot to do with the way I am today. Thanks, Dad.

 

[MaxStout]

And MAD Magazine.

My Dad went to school at the Art Institute of Pittaburgh after the war. One of his classmates was Kelly Freas who became one of the early cartoonists/illustrators for MAD. Dad started bringing MAD home to follow his friend's career sometime in the mid 50s.

Reading MAD at an early age had a lot to do with the way I am today. Thanks, Dad.

I learned political and social satire from MAD as a kid. And Spy vs Spy, the Mad Fold-in...what, me worry?

 

[Zuljin]

Candy cigarettes.

 

[MaxStout]

Candy cigarettes.

The packs even looked authentic, from a distance. I recall some teachers giving a double-take when I pulled those out in the lunchroom.

 

[gratus fermentatio]

Remember when you could shovel snow without your back hurting the next day? Remember when you could walk up stairs without your knees & ankles crunching & popping?

 

[smurfjuice]

Remember when you could shovel snow without your back hurting the next day? Remember when you could walk up stairs without your knees & ankles crunching & popping?

Vaguely

 

[mirthfuldragon]

I've owned a '56 F100 Panel Truck, a '60 T-Bird, and a '67 Goat. A high school drop-out with basic manual skills could keep any of them running.

Your memories of tuning tri-power carbs are a bit different than my experience, and the irony of using a wide-band O2 sensor to tune 50-year old technology is not lost on me. Of course, I'm probably one of the only people in the universe under 35 who knows what "dwell" is or how to adjust it (and by "adjust", I mean"adjust", while wondering why I don't replace it with HEI).

 

[Kharnynb]

Remember when you could shovel snow without your back hurting the next day? Remember when you could walk up stairs without your knees & ankles crunching & popping?

It goes well with my memory of waking up well rested....sigh.

 

[smurfjuice]

Points and condenser when i was working on them ...

 

[vanishingpint]

Used to charge a condenser on a spark plug wire then slip it into someones coat pocket. Fun times.

 

[jleiii]

...Remember when you could walk up stairs without your knees & ankles crunching & popping?

I wish! In my teen days they gave me away on more than occasion.

 

[smurfjuice]

It is said " its tuff getting old" no, its very easy, just tuff dealing with it ...

 

[DoctorMemory]

Your memories of tuning tri-power carbs are a bit different than my experience, and the irony of using a wide-band O2 sensor to tune 50-year old technology is not lost on me. Of course, I'm probably one of the only people in the universe under 35 who knows what "dwell" is or how to adjust it (and by "adjust", I mean"adjust", while wondering why I don't replace it with HEI).

LOL, I remember having to replace the driveshaft twice on my old Camaro after I installed a 327 with a tri-power carb set-up on it. The combination of the secondaries kicking in coupled with the kickdown shift was just a bit more power than the stock drivetrain was comfortable with. The first time I figured it was just due to old parts, after the second one I disconnected the kickdown cable.

 

[HOPME]

Early 80's.......Fat shoelaces.

 

[MaxStout]

Early 80's.......Fat shoelaces.

And walking around with your sneakers untied.

 

[SEndorf]

1970's... jeans jackets....everywhere