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Deep Blue
12-29-05, 09:30 PM
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 poisoning.
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 icepack coolers, but I can't remember getting sick because of e.coli.
Almost all of us would have rather have gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.
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 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 significant before I was told 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 Ira Goldberg, 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?
ZENDIVA
12-29-05, 11:20 PM
OMG!!!!!! how I can apprecaite all of that! SOOOO TRUE!!!
*smile*
BlueDolphin
12-30-05, 02:08 AM
So true!
On Saturdays, after our chores around the house was done, we had the run of the whole neighborhood.
On Saturdays, we had chores. That was extra chores in addition to the regular daily, keep your room clean, taking out the trash, and washing supper dishes chores. On Saturdays it was stuff like doing the family ironing for the week. My Dad wore starched khakis to work and those things better stand in a corner by themselves! Washing the car wasn't a chore. Push mowing an acre sized yard was. Once a month I paste waxed and polished the hardwood floors. No one had heard of child labor!
Once those chores were done, we had the run of the neighborhood until dark. If we misbehaved anywhere, we got a whipping by whoever caught us at whatever we did then got another one when we got home. Funny how my parents always already knew about it when I home. We rollerskated in every parking lot in town and helped the old ladies carry their groceries to their cars. Mrs. Bilnoski always gave you a nickel.
There was no such thing as bottled water. Any waterhose would do. Grape Nehi was better. Cokes in 6oz bottles in a big metal cooler in front of the gas station was our reward for washing the windows for Mr. Bishop and if he was in a good mood, we got peanuts to put in it.
Bicycles and horses were our main mode of transportation. No such thing as Mother taking you anywhere. We climbed trees, made parachutes from bed sheets and jumped from the roof, Monkey Blood (Mercurochrome) and a Band-Aide fixed everything. Road rash on your knees was a badge of courage.
We were respectful of our elders, knew our manners, and took responsibility for our actions. It was how we were raised.
Yeah....how did we ever survive?!?
Deep Blue
12-30-05, 07:16 AM
Dee you are soooooo right, we did have ....and hope we still do ....for others, and how the hell did we ever survive.
TheSassyRabbit
12-30-05, 09:11 AM
These bring back so many memories! Remember when you called someone, got no answer -- and no answering machine -- so you just hung up and called back later? Or when you got a busy signal? Or weren't interrupted by other callers when you were talking on the phone? If it was important enough, they'd call back or just come over? Or when no one was obsessed about getting their messages right away? A cell phone wasn't even a thought much less a bartering items with kids.
Remember those old party lines? Everyone had a different ring, ours was 2 shorts and a long and there were 8 houses on our party line. There was always one or two gossipy busy bodies who kept the line tied up for hours. But you sure could hear some good gossip!
Remember those old party lines? Everyone had a different ring, ours was 2 shorts and a long and there were 8 houses on our party line. There was always one or two gossipy busy bodies who kept the line tied up for hours. But you sure could hear some good gossip!
Now to get that kind of gossip I hang around dive forums!!!roflmao
BlueDolphin
12-30-05, 02:11 PM
Remember those old party lines? Everyone had a different ring, ours was 2 shorts and a long and there were 8 houses on our party line. There was always one or two gossipy busy bodies who kept the line tied up for hours. But you sure could hear some good gossip!
I have heard of those, but we didn't have them in my area, maybe living in Los Angeles was the reason vs. a small city or town, but they did have them when I was growing up, at least for a time.
Deep Blue
12-30-05, 02:13 PM
Yes, we even had them in England
BlueDolphin
12-30-05, 02:15 PM
Yes, we even had them in England
Yes then we did it one better!
Deep Blue
12-30-05, 02:18 PM
All I better say on the matter is ...most of us are old enough to remember or not to remember what we did in the 60's and 70's and we are still alive lol
BlueDolphin
12-30-05, 02:20 PM
very early 60's is not crystal clear, I was pretty young. I do remember being sent home from school when President Kennedy was assassinated, but I was still pretty young.
I don't remember too much of the 70's either:D
BlueDolphin
12-30-05, 02:47 PM
I don't remember too much of the 70's either:D
Bob sweetie, if you don't remember much of the 70's I know for a fact it is not an "age related" condition! Perhaps it was some other condition you had at the time that is preventing you from remembering now! :blink: :pink
There were 70's? :blink: ;)
Deep Blue
12-30-05, 05:41 PM
No
There were no 60's or 70's I was born in the fifties ...the first thing I remember were the eighties lol
Steve, like you I was born in the 50's...and I started to remember things in the 80'slol
Steve, like you I was born in the 50's...and I started to remember things in the 80'slol
Whew! I'm not the only one!
BlueDolphin
12-30-05, 08:46 PM
LogSol was born in the 50's so was ZD, Marvel, Walter, Stingray, KevinPO, hmmm am I forgetting anyone?
LogSol was born in the 50's so was ZD, Marvel, Walter, Stingray, KevinPO, hmmm am I forgetting anyone?
Yes....Yourself:D
All I better say on the matter is ...most of us are old enough to remember or not to remember what we did in the 60's and 70's and we are still alive lol
Ah, the 60's and 70's...
Yes Steve, sounds like you might have had the same mispent youth I did. Trouble is I enjoyed it so much, I carried it over into the new millennium
BlueDolphin
12-31-05, 04:28 AM
Me :wavey:
Oh no Dee, I would never forget you, I just sort of considered it said since you had made the comment and Bob was included in the same comment, although your name and Bob's name were not specifically listed it was inferred.
Now have I forgotten anyone Bob? lol roflmao
Randy956
12-31-05, 08:27 AM
Coke and other "pop" in those little bottles, running the entire neighborhood till way past dark. And we kids would collect all of the pop bottles we could, take them to the store (the carry out in my town) cash them in so we could get a bottle of coke or some candy.
I also recall a soda called "Apple Beer" I don't think it lasted long, but I liked it when I was a kid. I'd probably choke on the stuff today.
Those were the days... :)
On Saturdays, after our chores around the house was done, we had the run of the whole neighborhood.
On Saturdays, we had chores. That was extra chores in addition to the regular daily, keep your room clean, taking out the trash, and washing supper dishes chores. On Saturdays it was stuff like doing the family ironing for the week. My Dad wore starched khakis to work and those things better stand in a corner by themselves! Washing the car wasn't a chore. Push mowing an acre sized yard was. Once a month I paste waxed and polished the hardwood floors. No one had heard of child labor!
Once those chores were done, we had the run of the neighborhood until dark. If we misbehaved anywhere, we got a whipping by whoever caught us at whatever we did then got another one when we got home. Funny how my parents always already knew about it when I home. We rollerskated in every parking lot in town and helped the old ladies carry their groceries to their cars. Mrs. Bilnoski always gave you a nickel.
There was no such thing as bottled water. Any waterhose would do. Grape Nehi was better. Cokes in 6oz bottles in a big metal cooler in front of the gas station was our reward for washing the windows for Mr. Bishop and if he was in a good mood, we got peanuts to put in it.
Bicycles and horses were our main mode of transportation. No such thing as Mother taking you anywhere. We climbed trees, made parachutes from bed sheets and jumped from the roof, Monkey Blood (Mercurochrome) and a Band-Aide fixed everything. Road rash on your knees was a badge of courage.
We were respectful of our elders, knew our manners, and took responsibility for our actions. It was how we were raised.
Yeah....how did we ever survive?!?
I remember building a cave system in my back yard with my brother. Climbing trees, racing around the neighborhood on bikes, getting bit by a neighbor's German Shepard (no lawsuit there), building tree forts, building a golf course in a vacant lot, playing football & baseball with the neighborhood boys- I was never into dolls. I remember the rope swing at the waterhole, making a bow & arrow (& getting shot by my brother- it narrowly missing my eye), staying outside until it got dark, going trick or treating without my parents (gasp) & yes, a few trips to the emergency room along the way. But, those memories are the best from my childhood & I cherish them dearly. I do admit that things changed radically within my family as I approached puberty & the old double standard reared it's ugly head- my parents attitude change toward me actually contributed to leaving childhood & innocence behind earlier than I might have on my own- OK, so the dysfunctional family existed back before it was labled....
Funny, I just said something to my daughter the other day about how she used to run the neighborhood & I did before her, of course. My grandchildren, ages 7 (8 in a few weeks), 5, & 2 1/2 are only allowed outside if an adult is there to keep a close eye on them & are not allowed to leave the yard. Her response was that there are several known child predators living within 5 miles of them. They existed when I was a kid too- I'm sure we all got the same lectures on never talking to strangers, etc but we just did not allow that type of fear to rule our lives. So much has been sensationalized by TV that I believe that the dangers have been magnified all out of proportion. Plus, if the old neighborhood gangs existed, children would be safe in numbers & they would be living heathier, happier lives as a result of all that wholesome activity.
Deep Blue
01-11-06, 10:19 AM
More memories
1940's, 50's, 60's and 70's!!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms...... WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live in us forever.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!
And YOU are one of them!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!
Steve.....I remember reading that a while back. So true!
outback
01-11-06, 01:19 PM
Four well-dressed men are sitting together at a vacation resort. 'Farewell to Thee' is played in the background on Hawaiian guitar.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: (M.P.) Aye, very passable, that, very passable bit of risotto.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: (G.C.) Nothing like a good glass of Ch?teau de Chasselas, eh, Josiah?
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: (T.J.) You're right there, Obadiah.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: (E.I.) Who'd have thought thirty year ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Ch?teau de Chasselas, eh?
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: In them days we was glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: A cup o' cold tea.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: Without milk or sugar.
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: Or tea.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: In a cracked cup, an' all.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: Because we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness, son".
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: Aye, 'e was right.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: Aye, 'e was.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: I was happier then and I had nothin'. We used to live in this tiny old house with great big holes in the roof.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, 'alf the floor was missing, and we were all 'uddled together in one corner for fear of falling.
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: Eh, you were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in t' corridor!
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: Oh, we used to dream of livin' in a corridor! Would ha' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: Well, when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: We were evicted from our 'ole in the ground; we 'ad to go and live in a lake.
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty of us living in t' shoebox in t' middle o' road.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: Cardboard box?
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: Aye.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.
SECOND YORKSHIREMAN: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
THIRD YORKSHIREMAN: Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.
FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN: And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.
ALL: They won't!
Deep Blue
01-11-06, 01:41 PM
Ha Ha That is very famous in England it is a sketch from a program called the Secret Policemans Ball starring a lot of the Monty Python guys and Rowan Atkinson
pennypue
01-11-06, 09:32 PM
Steve, you ate worms???
Ewwwwwww
Deep Blue
01-11-06, 09:37 PM
YES .....did't everyone? :anna3:
pennypue
01-11-06, 09:43 PM
YES .....did't everyone? :anna3:
Um, no.
Not me.
But then I was born in late '63. I was still in utero when Kennedy was assasinated..........
...........but I did chew my sisters used gum. Once.roflmao
Deep Blue
01-11-06, 09:48 PM
Ahh one big difference you were a young lady...boys are meant to do things like that
pennypue
01-13-06, 08:03 AM
Ahh one big difference you were a young lady...boys are meant to do things like that
Pue doesn't like to get dirty.
(At least that she'll admit....)::p:
Snails were my favorite, so sweet and crunchy! :D
I remember.............potato skins and chicken wings was stuff that you threw away !!
There were 2 local tv stations. I remember listening to radio shows at one grandmothers, and several years later, seeing color TV for the first time at my other grandmothers!!
Snails were my favorite, so sweet and crunchy! :D
ewwwwwwww!!!!
ew, ew, ew, ew, JUST ewwwwwwwwww!!!
...okay, that's it... enough reminiscing for you Dee!! roflmao
ewwwwwwww!!!!
ew, ew, ew, ew, JUST ewwwwwwwwww!!!
...okay, that's it... enough reminiscing for you Dee!! roflmao
Aw Man....you don't want to hear about June Bugs, Horny Toads or baby Possums? :blink: I don't have any girly memories!
Aw Man....you don't want to hear about June Bugs, Horny Toads or baby Possums? :blink: I don't have any girly memories!
BABY Possums!!! What the H*** did you DO growing up??? :D
Deep Blue
01-13-06, 06:26 PM
Dee
I can tell from the things you are posting at about 10 or 12 years old we would have been friends.
BABY Possums!!! What the H*** did you DO growing up??? :D
Hey! I was a country kid! If you must know...I was Ellie Mae Clampett on a float for the Little League parade when I was about 10. Cornsilk pigtails, red checkered shirt and blue jean cut offs and baby possums clamped to both ears as earrings! Those little buggers had sharp teeth and had to be pried loose at the end of the parade. I raised them as pets and they stayed around our place for about 5 years.
You mean all kids didn't do that?!?!
Steve...I bet we would have been big buddies! :D
Deep Blue
01-13-06, 07:40 PM
Dee
Without being rude ...you have the same warped sense of humor as me
Hey! I was a country kid! If you must know...I was Ellie Mae Clampett on a float for the Little League parade when I was about 10. Cornsilk pigtails, red checkered shirt and blue jean cut offs and baby possums clamped to both ears as earrings! Those little buggers had sharp teeth and had to be pried loose at the end of the parade. I raised them as pets and they stayed around our place for about 5 years.
You mean all kids didn't do that?!?!
Steve...I bet we would have been big buddies! :D
At least you didn't eat the possums......Did you?:ohmy:
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