Posted on 01/14/2005 7:55:32 PM PST by CHARLITE
I got 19 out of 20====only one I missed was the first one about where the light dimmers were on 1940s cars, and I'm too young to remember that!
Well, I got a physical last year, and the nurse told me I had the body of a 28 year old. Then she said, "If you'll let go of me sir, I'll complete the examination." (sorry, Groucho Marx joke. If you'd been on "You Bet Your Life", he would have said, "You'll pardon me sir, If I don't feel you.")
I had a '63 Chevy pickup that had that kind of dimmer. My brother had a fortysomething Dodge pickup that you turned the key in the ignition, and then stepped on a starter on the floor. My '65 Corvair had a push button transmission on the dash.
I missed three questions, CHARLITE.
#2
#5
#6
Not bad for someone born in 1954.
I remember the old Royal Crown Colas with the camel and Pyramid on the label. Though I don't remember the bottle cap having holes.
I definitely remember Butch Wax. Sticky and pink. Just right for "Flat-tops".
Good quiz.
Jack.
off topic...just watched 20/20 interview with W and Laura. I smiled the whole time! Nice way to end the night!
Heck, I remember one winter the school bus couldn't get down our rutted dirt road for a week, and we had to walk two miles up to the main intersection to catch the bus. When you're 8, that's high adventure! (Of course, when you're 39, having to park a block away from your destination is a grievance to sour your mood for an hour.)
OH yes! You can build a fine fort with bales of hay. And rotten eggs propped up on a fence post make a perfect target for a kid with a BB gun. But most magical of all are the occasional ears of ruby red Indian corn found in the corn crib, buried in three feet of regular yellow corn.
Farm folk are creative. With toothpicks, you can turn hollyhock blossoms into little dolls with hoop skirts and bonnets. And who needs paper dolls when you have the Sears catalogue? And who needs a booster seat when you have a Sears catalogue? Heck, who needs a door stop when you have a Sears catalogue? Amazing the things those catalogues can be used for. They're like old tires! Old tires can be a number of things. They're flower boxes, they're sandboxes... Tie them to a rope and throw it over a tree limb and you have a swing!
I remember a lot when I think about it. We had these two mean roosters we named Shake and Bake (oh yes) and I'd go down the hill toward the chicken coop by the barn, looking for eggs, and they'd come chasing me back up the hill again. But they'd only chase till the fence by the willow tree, then they'd stop. That was the edge of their turf, there by where Grandma threw kitchen scraps into a heap that turned into garden mulch. My goodness, I am getting very nostalgic all of a sudden... I think I may have been quite lucky to have experienced such an encapsulated version of the entire 20th century. Most kids won't. Ever.
Say, here's the feminine equivalent of Butch Wax (I think.) When I was little, my mom used to fight my (as yet unconquered) cowlick with some nasty goo called Dippety-doo. Sound familiar?
Yep, see my post #30! LOL!
What city were you near? We lived in Lansing from 1961 - 1966.
I remember "Dippety-Doo", A_perfect_lady.
It was pink. Came in a jar or bottle. Thinner than Butch Wax. Had the same sweet smell too. Very popular with girls in the "Mod" 1960s. My sister used it on big pink curlers to make her short straight hair curly.
Didn't work too well.
Jack.
My mom had a sprinkler bottle for her ironing board. It was a clear glass bottle with a mushroom head.
Nice Ode to the Crazies and Rebels on your profile, BTW.
Jack.
Wow, Lansing?? I was born and raised in Charlotte, 25 miles south! 1965 till I joined the Navy in 1985.
Yep. Dippety-Doo. I remember my mom plastering it on my head, and it was cold. I hated it.
Thanks. It's supposed to have a picture of Bush getting ready for a bike ride. Being computer challenged, I'm still working on that little bit.
Yep, we moved to Detroit later on, but my folks and younger siblings moved back to Williamston in 1977. My brother joined the Navy the same year you did, and retired last year, now living in Hawaii with his wife from Okinawa and their two kids.
I can remember being at the grandparent's farm outside Des Moines,Iowa, as a very small boy in the 50s, sneaking into the front seat of an old Nash Rambler, and pushing in a red button on the dashboard, and my heart popping into my mouth as the engine turned over.
I missed 5 and 19.
I remember milk bottles with thick foil caps but there might have been some cardboard in there.
Thanks for the brain tickler.
I'm only 43, but I missed only one. Can't say eeny-meeny-miny-mo anymore, it's "racist." </sarcasm>
Heck, our family station wagon, affectionately named "Joey," had the dimmer switch on the floor! Sometimes, I still want to reach over there with my foot...
Argh! Don't remind me that I could have retired this year if I'd just stuck with it. Congrats to your brother, though! Was he ever stationed in Norfolk, Virginia?
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