Just remembering the good ole days....
 

I used to love going out barefoot.... rolling up my pants ..turning on the radio....washing & waxing the car :dreaming: ...I guess some things are best being memories...I stepped on what felt like a bottle cap, but just turned out to be a TINY pebble..it almost brought me to my knees, then a string of expletives followed...I can remember as a youth having feet as tough as elephants skin, I could run over glass & keep on going...I could jump out of a tree & sprint away..Now if I jumped, it would feel like I fractured both ankles...Stinks getting older :rolleyes:.. Now all I can say is, "WHERE IN THE HECK ARE MY SHOES!"..

HAHA poor thing....My good ol days were spent wearing wicked high heels....now after 30 minutes... off they go and I limp....they're much better carried then worn these days

big sigh :( :( ...what a waste as I have about 20 pair in my closet

You bring back good memories! I remember buying coca cola in short green bottles for a nickel from a huge cooler filled with ice and having every kid in the neighborhood in my backyard on the "jumpboard". (A long plank with a cement block under the middle of it. A kid got on each end of the plank and took turns jumping)

:lol tears ...I never thought about it before but my days are my grandkids "good ole days" stories...I have an old phone w/ the rotary dial & a cloth cord that doesn't stretch in my living room & my granddaughter asked me what it was & how does it work ( she was 10 at the time). lol

being 21 i really didnt remeber the good ole days but i am and grew up really really old fashioned.

i think you should be approached and not yelled at, you should speak to someone by thier name not hey dog wassup

i think you be very respectful of a person and their body

i hate being outside and you have other kids riding their bikes through your front yard and bam hitting your car that you work for, or they take my kids stuff and then mykids are crying

or you cant wash your car any more cause people always want to stare you down or look you down or however you say it

i was out washing the other day and i do not wear any revealing clothes and such and some car honkned and slowed down and it was hilarious cause i called myhusband out of the garage and he waslked out and bye bye they took off and its like uhh jerks i find that wrong and disresepctfl and then i see people always critizing others and its like i think some one who always talks down on others is unhappy with them selves.

plain and simple, now we can gossip it isnt right but you can jibber jabber but when you are rude and down right disrepesctful you need a slap across your face i think, i did get it when i was little

but the good ole days seems to have come and gone, its so sad

i always think why, why did things get so bad, why did things change so much and are they ever going to stop

i mean we cant even go to the beach without thinking is our house ok

is someone going to vandal break in and steal from us and i constantly call our neighbors and stuff and to make sure they check it out

its sad i have a friend who says she used to go on vacation and she would only lock her front door so people would know she was gone, thats all. if not they would think she was home and come on in, and now she said she locks and double locks everything, and i think how asd what happened to make people change?

i dont even want to think of it any more i feel sick
but i hear and get where you are coming from

I remember walking to the corner store and buying penny candy and putting it in this really cute small brown bag. :) I remember my Aunt had what they called a "party" line on her telephone. She shared a phone line with another person and had to just hope when she made a phone call that she couldn't hear the other person's conversation, cause she couldn't make her call then. About 12 years ago, we still had a rotary dial phone. My daughter's friend came over and asked how to use it, cause her family allready had the pushbuttom ones. :D

OMG! I had completely forgotten about that candy...we also went to a carry out & w/ a quarter we could fill this little brown sack ...we would rush home clutching that sack like it was gold, we would sit around the rest of the day chewing on all that stuff.lol Some of that stuff could rip a filling out...The party line was a hoot, we would pick it up soooo slow & quiet, then sit & listen..it's finny, the kids today don't have a clue what we're talking about. lol

Remember when...
 

I was 23 before I saw "Wizzard of Oz" in color. I almost fainted.
Stamps were .06 and gas was $.16 a gallon. Bread was .30, pop was .12 and we played outside from dawn till dusk. There were only 3 stations on the TV (It had a round screen B&W) and we could only get the 3rd one if there was a clear sky and the aerial was pointed toward Detroit, there was no such thing as a rerun. Most of the few shows that we watched were live. The radio stations AM went off the air at dusk and back on at dawn. If I was lucky I could get the Detroit (motown) station at night on my 9V transistor radio that was about the size of Mr Spock's tricorder. The turntable played 78's, 33 1/3 & 45's. In the summer the only "air" that we had was the window open at night. We were in the city so we had 5 digit phone numbers & i still remember grandma's number. The ride on the city bus downtown was .10 & the movie was .50 at the Michigan Theater complete with bats flying around the balcony. I used to take that trip when I was 10. Grandma worked downtown so I had someone to report in with.
Thanks, I needed that tonight.;)

whats a party line?

It's when more than one house shares one phone line. My grandmother had this years ago, and it was so annoying. If you picked up her phone to make a call, you had to first see if anyone else was talking on it. People down the road somewhere shared her line with her. Sometimes their teens would be on and wouldn't want to free up the line.:rolleyes:

My grandmother was nosey, she used to listen in on people's conversations, so she knew everything going on.:rolleyes:

so what you had to beg the other person to hang up?

In the olden days.....you would "ring up" the central operator to connect you with whoever you wanted to speak to. There could be up to 5 families on the party line and each one had it's own distinct ring. 3 shorts, 3 longs, 2 shorts & 1 long....and so on. You had to know what ring was yours so that you could answer your own call. (my mom was a central operator). Then they moderized, gave everyone phone numbers and there were private lines (like we have now) and 2 party lines like we had at home. We were on the line with our neighbors and if you picked up the phone you had to make sure that there was a dial tone before you started to dial. If you heard someone talking that meant that the neighbors were on a call and you checked back later to use the line. Then Bell Telephone upgraded enough to let everyone have private lines.

Boy, when you think of those part lines now it sounds so bizarre...but then it was so normal....it reminds me of The Andy Griffith Show when they would pickup the phone & say,"Sarah, get me Mrs. Crump!" & she would know who it was & connect them!.lol

Hey V, are you old enough (or have you read it in history books) to remember: garter's and hose, rollers, toni perms, pincurls, those undergarments that felt like armor (the underwire was invented the same year as valium for a reason), those sweaters that were made out of some kind of animal hair that was itchy but fit so good????

What a great thread :) Hummmmm let me put my thinkin cap on :rolleyes: I remember getting your bread/doughnuts from the Helm's Bakery Man....Milk being delivered to your front porch with the glass bottles that had the cardboard stoppers in them. The Fuller Brush Man coming door to door to sell you cleaning items...Grandma had a party line and her phone # was something like Ex1234. It was a dime to use a public phone.... TV was Black n White and rabbit ears were a must if you wanted any reception. My housekeeper always had a snack for us when we got home from school so that we wouldn't bother her so that she could watch her show "Queen for A Day"....Clothes were hung outside on a clothes line and dishwashers were the kids washing the dishes by hand and putting them in a strainer to dry.... 93 KHJ and KRLA were the hot radio stations on our transistor radios...wow am I ever aging myself :eek: :eek: