Zinc fortified milk!
Posted on 12/28/2018 10:42:48 AM PST by sodpoodle
Remember Slow Food?
'Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?'
'We didn't have fast food when I was growing up, I informed him. 'All the food was slow.'
'C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?'
'It was a place called 'at Home,'' I explained. !
'Mom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.'
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.
But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it :
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, never wore Levis, or sneakers , never set foot on a golf course, never traveled out of the country or had a credit card.
In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card. The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears & Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died.
My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer.
I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow) We didn't have a television in our house until I was 11.
It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. And there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people.
I was 19 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called 'pizza pie.' When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had.
I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers -- my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which he got to keep 2 cents. He had to get up at 6 AM every morning.
On Saturday, he had to collect the 42 cents from his customers. His favorite customers were the ones who gave him 50 cents and told him to keep the change. His least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.
Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren
Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?
MEMORIES from a friend :
My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to 'sprinkle' clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.
How many do you remember?
Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
Real ice boxes.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.
Older Than Dirt Quiz :
Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about. Ratings at the bottom.
1. Blackjack chewing gum 2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water 3. Candy cigarettes 4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles 5. Coffee shops or diners with table side jukeboxes 6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers 7. Party lines on the telephone 8 Newsreels before the movie 9. P.F. Flyers 10. Butch wax (that was our hair product) 11. TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (there were only 3 channels... [if you were fortunate ) 12. Peashooters 13. Howdy Doody 14. 45 RPM records 15.S&H green stamps 16. Hi-fi's 17. Metal ice trays with lever 18. Mimeograph paper 19. Blue flashbulb 20. Packards 21. Roller skate keys 22. Cork popguns 23. Drive-ins 24. Studebakers 25. Wash tub wringers
If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age, If you remembered 16-25 = You' re older than dirt!
I might be older than dirt but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.
Don't forget to pass this along!! Especially to all your really good
O L D FRIENDS
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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