As do I, and I will be 69 in October!
I’m 77. Sure wish I had saved my baseball cards and comic books.
Hey Sod: I remember my first confession (Catholic). Seems I said I did everything 500 times just to cover my butt.
In my day:
"grass" was mowed,
Apparently Grandpa never watched Reefer Madness
"coke" was a cold drink,
Tell that to Sherlock Holmes or the millions of ordinary citizens who got hooked on hard drugs that were in over the counter medicines
And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.
and if she didn't, which was more common than Grandpa thinks, she got sent away or the baby was raised as a "sister"
I understand how you think the good old days were something fantabulous like Ozzie and Harriet but they had drugs, crimes, murder, inflation, depression just like they do today. Grandpa is just getting too senile to remember.
So do I.
My town of about 50,000 people only had school buses for high school as grades 1-8 had "Ward Schools" that were in the various neighborhoods and the kids walked to school.
I went to a Catholic School and they had no buses back then, so while I lived a mile and a half away, we walked every day (up hill both ways:).
There were 8 public school wards and even the "slow kids" learned how to read, write and do basic math, knew The Pledge and could point out the USA on a map.
The Catholic School had Nuns with rulers and paddles with holes drilled in them for better speed in beating your butt, so there was very little or no class disruption.
If you got beaten in school, you got twice as bad a whipping at home.
The gas at 11 cent/gal reminded me that when I was in the Army, being sent to Germany in the late 50s, A Carton of Camels sold for 90 cents.
Two hundred smokes for 90 cents, that's was a lot of coffin nails {that's what we called them} for only 90 cents.
Ummm. 74 is an old man.
This administration is enough to make me wish for the good ole days of the Carter years.
And FDR was President ... I’m 79
I’m a bit younger than that, but have older siblings who talked about a lot of this, plus my own parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles. I was amused about the ball point pen. I do remember wanting to learn to write cursive with a fountain pen, and then the ink got all over my fingers. The ballpoint pen was a nice invention.
I turn 70 tomorrow. This one hits home.
I remember every bit of that. Of course I’m a bit older than the person they had in mind, so I SHOULD remember it. I’m constantly amazed by all I have seen & experienced in my lifetime so far & I plan to see a bit more before my time has ended. Some of it has been good, even VERY good, & some of it has been very bad. Based on the last several years of what I’ve observed, I’m sorry to say that the last several years have trended very badly. If you trust in the Lord, this will all turn out at some point in time for the VERY BEST.
70 last March. What a long strange trip it’s been.
I’m 66 and I remember a lot of that, but wasn’t born before television or penicillin...
Coke and candy bar were both a nickel, my grandmother would send me to the store to get her a pack of Camels, about a block away, I could get myself a Baby Ruth and I damn well better bring her the penny change.
Milk in glass bottles, either a cardboard stopper in a little indent, or a foil cap, delivered twice a week by the local milkman. When you went on vacation you had to leave him a note - no milk next week...
Tonka trucks and other toys actually made out of metal that would outlast a 4 year old boy...
Cooties...
Mr Potato head was a new thing...
Just Barbie and Ken and a couple of changes of clothes...if you wanted a doll house you had to build the thing. And you couldn’t get Barbie with anything but blonde hair.
Pledge of Allegiance every day at school, first thing, no exceptions...
GI Joe was a toy, not a movie...and a franchise...
McDonald’s and Burger King didn’t exist, nor 99% of the “fast food” places we see today, nor most of the franchise greasy spoons like Waffle House.
Burma Shave signs...
Stuckeys...