Zinc fortified milk!
Posted on 12/28/2018 10:42:48 AM PST by sodpoodle
I remember visiting a relative that didn’t have a dial on the phone. You picked it up and told the operator what extension you wanted - I’m not sure how high the numbers went; the relative had a three digit number. For a long distance call, you gave the information to the operator, and she rang back when the link was set up.
They still had 5 digit dialing on some of the exchanges (I think they were the LIberty exchanges) when I was in college. One of the exchanges required 7 digits, however, so it was easier to dial 7 for all than to remember which was which.
Zinc fortified milk!
My uncle had a Willis that had the starter switch under the gas pedal. I had a Nash that had the starter switch under the clutch pedal. Later Nash put the starter switch in the gear shift.
“I remember Starter Switches on the floor...............”
Same here.
Learned to drive in a Studebaker ton truck. Starter on the floor, add on heater, add on turn signals, no power brakes and the power steering was determined by the power of your arms.
The Chevy pickup we had was the same.
We didn’t have central heat...we had 3X heat. It warmed you once when you cut it, once when you split it and again when you burned it.
The good old days. When men were men, women were ladies and the world made sense.
I remember the icebox in the apartment in Brooklyn. I was eight years old
My father never wore a pair of Levis or even sneakers. On weekends, he'd wear his regular work slacks and a work shirt always. His only concession on weekends was he'd remove the tie and open the top button on the shirt. That's how you knew he had the day off. He would be horrified to be seen in public in a pair of shorts - unless maybe if he was on the beach and he only did that very rarely.
We never went to restaurants as a family unless it was either a very special occasion or on vacation. It was my mom's cooking or nothing. And yes, we had to sit at the table for hours until all the vegetables were gone. Fortunately, I developed a surreptitious method of feeding my dog unwanted items under the table. If my father cooked in the kitchen, it was the only recipe he knew - hamburger and baked beans. He'd dump hamburger into the skillet and after it cooked, he'd add a can of baked beans, stir it up and serve. But we kids loved that dish and the dog went hungry that night. Otherwise he cooked on the grill outside and it was only hamburgers or hot dogs and always very well done.
Good thread. I'll come back to it later and add some more anecdotes of my childhood.
I miss windwings...................
My experience was in rural and small-town Kansas. I’ll be 64 in a couple of months. Ice was still available in blocks at a couple of local ice-houses and it was my dad’s preferred way to get it in his galvanized Gott (now Rubbermaid) water can. It would keep water ice-cold for nearly a week in a special rack on his pickup as he made his rounds through the oilfield.
17/25. I’m ODT!
All dead now.
Yeah. I remember those times....mostly mid-1950s for me.
With 6 of us kids and a family poor enough that there were more mealtimes than meals, you did NOT want to be late. IF grace was said before you got there, you didn’t get to eat at that meal and stood a pretty good chance of getting a azz-whooping from dad depending on why you were late.
It was “Yes Sir/No Sir” and “Yes Mam/No Mam” when addressing our parents and any other elder for that matter. There was no such thing as “attention deficit disorder” back then, if it was, it was quickly “cured” with a belt.
I was cheated out of Pizza well into my teens because mom called it tomato pie, which gave me visions of stewed tomatoes in a pie crust. Yuck!
My uncle had a TV repair shop (just the existence of a TV repair shop should actually be on that list), and he had a remote with a long cable that ran across the room to the TV. The channel knob was the standard mechanical one that thunk-thunk-thunked from channel to channel, but the remote operated a motor that worked it mechanically. Don't know if the thing was of his own making or some obscure thing you could order from Zenith or Magnavox or whoever, and he knew about it from owning the shop. And yes, I remember the squeaky little audio ones too.
We had the movie ratings, because we subscribed to a Catholic newspaper. As I remember, there was only one you weren’t supposed to see. Later, the ratings got more interesting, with different levels.
They would probably look like Howdy Doody shows now.
We had the movie ratings, because we subscribed to a Catholic newspaper. As I remember, there was only one you weren’t supposed to see. Later, the ratings got more interesting, with different levels.
They would probably look like Howdy Doody shows now.
Turns out that the previous family used to have a natural gas refrigerator. The kids got together and bought them a new electric one on their 40th anniversary in the 70’s.
Would love to have that fridge now.
At our house it was view as not very good for you, so it was one a week on Saturday (in a glass bottle), with a home made meal like every other day.
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