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Published: Jun 9, 2006
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Post Date: 2006-06-09 13:05:30 by Jethro Tull
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Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't get food poisoning. My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat a bite raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper, in a brown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember anybody getting e.coli. Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then. The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system. We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of hightop Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built-in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened, because they tell us how much safer we are now.... Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything, and she could even give you an aspirin for a headache or fever. I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself. Oh yeah..and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed! We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked! Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat. We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either, because if we did, we got our butt spanked there, and then we got butt spanked again when we got home. I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a "dysfunctional family". How could we possibly have known that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?
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#1. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
Yes to all! Nitre' and Paragoric cured everything....hmmm.....no wonder it's off the market. We walked or rode our bicycles. We didn't need a mini-van to get us two blocks down the street. You could go to the corner store and get a real "Ring Ding." not those puny things with the waxy chocalate they sell now.
I'll second that! What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything, and she could even give you an aspirin for a headache or fever. This particular "change" in our super expensive public schools really irritates me. I remember the dismay I felt, as a parent, when I realized the "school nurse" I was talking to was a volunteer parent, w/o any medical education whatsoever. No nation could preserve its freedom in the midst of continual warfare. – James Madison
Mom sent me to the pharmacy with a note to buy paragoric. Gee, if I only knew, I'd have kept that note and hit every pharmacy for miles!
I went through all that and the paregoric too. No wonder I'm a delusional paranoid conspiracy theorist. ;)
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
LOL, Grumble..........was that before or after Cod Liver Oil was the be all/end all? Gawd, I can remember that being the required morning ritual right after brushing ones teeth!
I remember walking with two other girls 3 miles to school each day. Even the day I graduated high school, I got to walk a little later than usual. Had to be there by 10 am for final instructions for the afternoon ceremonies out on the bleachers. Then walked home. At the appropriate time, rode with parents back to school to don the cap and gown and do the pomp and circumstance thang. I was grateful I didn't have to walk 6 miles or ride the 6 miles on a horse like my Dad did!
Cod liver oil actually is fantastic stuff. Very healthy. What I used to hate was........prune juice. My family being mainly Scottish and English, we didn't have much idea of what fruits and vegetables were other than peas and carrots and grapes if we were feeling really exotic, thus necessitating the dreaded....prune juice.
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
We also did various jumps and stunts with our bikes off such piles. No bike helmets or padding required. I musta left a couple of pounds of skin behind on those gravel piles. I was not aware that I shouldn't have survived... Our school playground had monkey bars. I understand that isn't allowed anymore; too dangerous. Doesn't matter anyway, many schools have just plain outlawed recess or even worse, "organized" it. Can't have them younguns thinkin' for themselves, not even for a minute! We also played a game we called "blackman" (why it was called that I don't know). It was basically a gauntlet type game that had the kids in the middle trying to tackle (sans 40 pounds of protective equipment) the other kids running the gauntlet. We played "smear the queer"; I bet that would go over like a fart in a spacesuit nowadays!
GREAT EMAIL! Thanks for sharing.
The mind once expanded by a new idea never returns to its' original size
And wash it down with a sugar laced Coke :)
nor would i! we have great memories of a culture that is now extinct.
Me too on the conspiracy theory. How else to explain these enormous changes to America we've witnessed (g)
You just gave my bouts of melancholy validity.
Y/W, Itisa1mosttoolate.
In an illustrated lunchbox.
Been there too, robin. Our "school nurse" was a stay at home Mom who wanted something to do.
LOL. These were prime targets for the soon to be juvenile delinquents, so we never carried them. The sandwich was jammed in our front pocket.
and i rode my bike without some gay helmet, too. but, i'm not yet 40.
'We shall no longer hang on to the tails of public opinion, or to a non-existent authority, on matters utterly unknown and strange. We shall gradually become experts ourselves in the mastery of the knowledge of the future.' ~ Wilhelm Reich
It might have been when penny candy when to a nickel. I think it hardened me somehow.
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
hey, and i was on the handlebars of boyfriend's bikes many a time...try that nowadays!
Helmets? We didn't have them even for football. Or was that helmets with no face masks? Maybe we had single bar face masks??? Yeah...that's it.
But those nickle bars were huge! And nobody was fat !!!!
You'd go back-to-school shopping for pencil holders and notebooks and stuff, but the most colorful thing was the new lunchboxes and what TV shows they were embossed with. They were metal with a rounded lid to hold the thermos. My elementary school was peaceful, no problems with lunchboxes or anything else.
we spent lots of time on the "sand dunes" at local construction sites and our swimming took place at the creek "in the woods." no one had built in swimming pools and few families in our suburban neighborhood had the money to belong to private clubs with pools back then.
JT went to catholic school. :P
FannerFifty cap pistols, RedRyder BB rifles, pellet guns, .22 rifles, shotguns, driver license at 14, Nehi grape soda, nickel hamburgers, three black & white TV channels (if you were lucky), running behind the mosquito-spraying truck sucking up whatever chemicals, never locking your house or car - good times.
LOL! They must've had all the tough anti-lunchbox kids.
I went to Catholic school too. The nuns were great. They were so tough and burly. I liked them because I was skinny when I was small and they were always feeding me. I used to follow them around like a little bird.
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
mosquito spraying trucks?
I know, that caught my eye too :) We used to hunt for dead bodies in the alleys. Ah, childhood memories!
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
Between 1959 and 1965 my world consisted of Sam’s candy store on Flatbush Ave.
Most of my waking hours were spent in there either buying candy, learning how
to play pinball (2 games a quarter, 5 balls a game!) or scouring the tin can
that was nailed to the wall underneath the bottle opener for bottle caps so I
can fill them with melted wax for a game of "skelzs." When I wasn't buying
candy, "spaldines" or "pimple balls" I was usually found at the soda fountain
spinning on the chrome and naugahyde stool impatiently waiting for one of
Sam's famous eggcreams. They were the best. A shot of syrup, a dollop of milk,
and a steady stream of seltzer. While all that was going on, I would usually
get my forearms dirty and sticky from the counter (the pattern in the counter
camouflaged the stains really well). Sam was the master of eggcreams. The foam
would rise to the rim of the glass and NEVER overflow (some eggcream
aficionados will argue that the sloppy overflowing kind are the best). For 15
cents I got a show, a treat and a little bit of attitude from Sam (especially
if you asked for water or extra syrup) who had about three teeth in his mouth
and wore a black merchant marine wool cap—even in the summers.
During the summer months our town had trucks driving around at night fogging the 'hoods for mosquitoes using DDT...
Nowadays you'd have Sam's gay grandson peddling grande mocha lattechinos in Starbucks.....
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
The boys got the treat of having Marist Brothers after the 4th grade. Talk about a walk into hell. Egad...
We had the Jesuits. I remember one in particular who used to like to wrestle with the boys. Took about 30 years before they brought him up on charges. I always wondered why he never paid much attention to the girls.
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
Really. Sam's had no coffee, Just candy, soda, eggcreams and heavily buttered English muffins. I always thought the place made him rich, but I later learned he was taking the neighhood book....
Yep, they left a wake of misery for sure. Who they didn't blow, they beat. Does this explain my survivors syndrome?
We had places like that too. THere was one where the neighborhood kids used to stop in after school, and another one my father used to take me too. His bookie was at that one. He'd get me a couple of comic books and talk to the bookie. Ocassionally some pro wrestlers would come in as well. The bookie was an ex-wrestler.
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
great story! eggcreams? i've never heard of them. have you ever tried to make one yourself?
Well, if you were a typical Catholic school boy, it does. If the nuns weren't beating on you, the fathers were going for the other end ;)
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
I don't think that eggcreams made it this far west: our Woolworth store had a fountain with the marble counter and all other types of teeth-rotting products to offer their patrons. My mother, the home ec teacher, was not much on letting us have too many sweets; so it was a real treat whenever we snagged some. Thanks for the pinball recall - we got 3 games for a quarter: I can still hear the ball slapping off the glass when you got a really good whack going on...careful you don't tilt! Sneaking off to the pool hall where the morally suspect folks hung out was always a treat; checking out the racy mags sold in the basement of the PostOffice...always something to be done in small town America.
I always wondered what eggcreams were and what all went into them, I assumed they had egg in them!
I still miss Woolworths. We used to go there for ice cream sodas and sundaes, and they had all kinds of little odds and ends and knick knacks it's hard to find nowadays. The Dollar Stores has replaced some of it, but nothing will replace that Woolworth soda fountain.
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
Yeah, us too. We'd ride our bikes behind them running through the clouds of chemicals. It didn't bother me/bother me/bother me...
Ya know, it's amazing how much things have changed and we're really not THAT old. I have to wonder what today's kids will feel nostalgic about. I often wonder when they're 50 and celebrating their wedding anniversaries what they'll play as "their" song. "slap yo ho some mo" by Fifty cent?
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
Phew...I never had to take Cod Liver Oil..(thank god). My grandmother was the paragoric and nitre' queen.
Yep....I can remember that unique smell when I opened a bottle of Coke. The cross between the smell of the Coke and the cork lined caps...ahhhh. It tastes like crap now that they replaced the sugar with corn syryp.
Yes! that was common. Also, we sat across that other bar on the front half too.
LOL.........CLO might be 'ok' nowadays, especially with a grown up attitude, but it was worse than crap as a kid! LOL......
You were ripped off!! At "Dirty Charlies's" they were always 5 cents a game or 6 for a quarter. 5 balls too! I could buy a pint of chocolate milk and a Tasty-Cake Pie for a quarter. ^ candy bars for a quarter and they was actually penny candy. Kites...nobody flies kites anymore. They were a big deal when I was kid.
sling shots, anyone? Especially homemade ones......get an old used tire tube and cut it up for straps.........and find the perfect piece of wood to use or tree branch to whittle down for the stock....
Oh you just reminded me of something else, dee. When we got sick, my mother would give me something called Father John's Medicine. (get your mind out of the gutter, JT ;) It was this thick syrupy old time patent medicine - the active ingredient was....cod liver oil. So I guess I got it when I was sick. It was an old fashioned cold/cough remedy.
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
Remember the chest-type refrigeration units where GLASS bottles of soda pop, various flavors were sold? And there was a place on the side or front of it where you'd pop the cap off the top. Damn, but those were mighty cold pops! Could make your teeth chatter at times.
Yes!! ,and homemade bows and arrows. We used to find Indian arrow heads all the time and we tried to make real arrows with them. I remember putting baseball cards or ballons in the bike spokes so it sounded like a motorcycle. What great times it was;pure Americana. Kids nowdays haven't a clue what they're missing.
I remember the upright kind too where you opened the door and pulled the bottle out. You could pull itout just enough to get a bottle opener on it. We would open the bottle and hold a cup under it...lol...free soda
There's lots of 'neat' memories to bring back. There was some sort of horse salve [sorry, having one of those sometimers moments here] that my parents thought cured most everything on the exterior. The least cut, and out it came. Chapped? Bring it on....... Only thing is........dang, it burned. One time my Dad's beloved hunting dog got its paw sliced open on a broken jar. Out came the salve.............the dog disappeared yowling down the highway; gone for a couple of days! But we survived.....even ol Duke did!
Ah, yes - I still have the one that my Granddad made for me - though, back then, we called them another name. Good catch. Remember clothespinning playing cards on your bike's fork for the neat effect?
My parents were great believers in salves, but I think most of their salves are still around - Vicks Vaporub (God, I hated that but it works) and Musterole. My father was a big Musterole fan. You always knew when he was coming.
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
Oh yeah.........the homemade bows and arrows! That was a big deal with my oldest brother, especially. He was patient teaching me and my kid brother how. We used to pretend there were alligators or crocodiles in the irrigation ditch that went around our house and yard area (small ditch for row crop irrigation). We also made our own kites. There was a big old field across the highway from where we lived that we used to go over and run like crazy trying to get them all aloft. Oh.......and did you ever take tin cans and tap them onto the heels of your shoes so that you could make 'clomping' horse hooves sounds playing cowboys and injuns? That was a biggie with us, too. Tin cans were a rare treasure because my Mom CANNED so much!
Cloverine was my parent's biggie.
Our family used vet supplies as much or more than they did human stuff: same product, just a bunch cheaper. I've started buying penicillin from vet supply websites, for whatever that's worth.
Truly, todays' kids haven't a clue as to how good it used to be. Perfect? Hell no--not by a long shot. But we used our minds. I get so upset when I hear kids whine, 'there's nothing to do'--unless there are big bucks to spend, or the latest gidget or gadget. And frazzled/dazed parents scurrrying around trying to give their kids everything they never had!!
Hey, remember when Michael Jackson was a black boy? Now THAT'S old.
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
Yep!....and playing 'kick the can.' It was amazing what a little imagination could do with a can. aaahhh the good old days!
Yep...you can still buy tetracycline at almost any pet shop.
Shame on you! LOL My grandpa had a garage and service station and had one of those chest type refrigeration units. The bottles sat on their base. Some units they were in long slots which were open at one end. Put your money in and the slots would open to where you could get a coke. Others, you could get the coke and pay the station attendant....the bottles were just stuffed in the refrigeration case as many as could be stuffed in it. Being the only granddaughter for ll years, I never lacked for a 'sodie pop' as my grandpa called it.
ROTFLMAO! I remember..........I remember! Geeze, I'd totally forgotten about that 'other' name. :) And yes, we used to get old playing cards and use clothespins to put them on the wheels.......that was a neat sound.....a poor man's 'speed machine'!!!!
Oh, yeah............good ol Vicks Rub or Ben Gay. My Gram really, really, really believed in Vicks for everything! Stub your toe- -grab the Vicks! Headache? Grab the Vicks--smell it long enough, you don't remember the headache I think was her rationalizing about it. She was even known to swallow it.
Can people use tetracycline? What would you use it for? I've always thought of it for fish, etc.
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
My parents used to do that, but I had to draw the line somewhere.
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
I learned about Bag Balm when I had my milk cow. Am a firm believer in that stuff. Most of the time it worked great on cracked 'irrigation' hands. And I know what ya mean about veterinary penicillin. Over at the ranch I had some great vets, as well as a couple of doctor friends. One of the vets told me that he had been through a pharma company that manufactured Combiotic. He told me that they were just as stringent with that penicillin manufacturing as they were with humans. Further, he said there was some that merely 'switched' labels and bottles in the process. I used penicillin on my animals well beyond just giving an injection. I have had animals with an eye condition where I squirted penicillin directly onto the eyeball. I've squirted it directly into wounds or open cuts and sores after cleaning them. I saw a vet do this one time with a c-section on one our our cows and talked to him about it.
Yes...It's gram-negative antibiotic.
You can still see functioning ones at the Mast General stores throughout North Carolina. I don't drink soda anymore, but it is still great to see kids rummaging through them, looking for their favorite brand.
LOL........i never paid attention to these music 'icons' or idiots.
Yep, yep, yep.
I also drew the line........myself and gram wasn't allowed to do it to my kids, though she could make a 'plaster' to put in their chest when they had a cold or were congested.
Au contraire...there are actually KITE STORES here and there around America. Of course, they are those 'prissy' ones...the long, flowing multi-colored tails instead of the tails we made out of old sheets.
I don't drink them either. HOWEVER,if I thought I could get a glass-bottled RC Royal Crown Cola, the real thing, I'd do it in a heartbeat. Well.....I'd probably have to have 2 cause one I'd have to stick some peanuts in the bottle for old times sake! :)
That's great to know, thanks! The medical "professionals" try to keep us from any kind of self care. Don't know how people survived this long without Harvard Medical School.
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
Well.............back to reality! Gotta run (drive) to the store (grocery store) and get some dog food else Luv will think I don't love her anymore! Later........
LOL...no wonder those are gone...just like those vending machines where the goodies hung from hooks front to back, so when you put a quarter in; the hooks would rotate forward and drop the item into the drawer below. Screw that...rock the machine back and forth, and goodies would fall like a hail during a thunderstorm into the drawer. Free candy...now we're talking.
One thing that never changes....puppy love!!!
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
Yeah...great for picking up girls. Unfortunately; I used baseball cards. I ruined an ass-load of $1000 'rookie cards'.
Still considered a nutrious breakfast in the Southern Appalachians; if served with a moon-pie.
If you're a rats ass over 40, or lived away from urban areas, you could find coinage circulating from all the way back to the 1800's, because the composition was consistent. Since you were young and oblivious at the time though, you might spend the buffalo and V nickels, the Indian Cents, and the Barber and Mercury dimes on penny candy and $0.15-0.25 comics :-) Not only did "Co' Cola" (Coke) and other sodas come in super thick bottles that often showed the wear on the high points of being refilled dozens of times, but you could get a whole nickel or dime for them at the supermarket and the deposit wasn't a government mandate, it was because the company wanted them back for re-use. At the general store I worked at while a young teen, old people would ask me to put their purchases in a "poke", and were surprised when I pulled out a paper bag knowing the phrase. The hitching posts still were used there too! Grandparents (and I am blessed with having all of mine still) possessed doorways to alternative universes called "The Atttic" or "The Shop" or "Garage" where gadgets, tools and clothing existed from times so far back people didn't use the stuff anymore (which often puzzles said grandparents too). Parts got washed in gasoline. On farms and in the country, that gasoline frequently also ran air cooled 4 stroke engines made of cast iron which were majorly heavy, but never seemed to wear out and if they started using oil you could replaces the rings or pistons after having honed out the cylinder with a cut coffee can wrapped with emory cloth attached to a drill. If you spun a crank bearing, even on cars, you could drop the oil pan, pull the rod end cap and push the upper part off the crank, polish the surface and put new babbit bearings in and be on your way. Even I got to work at a gas station where you weren't charged more for full service, and the full service included windshield and window cleaning, fluid check, and tire pressure check. Fresca was made with real sugar, and Grandma always had those big returnable bottles of it on hot summer days. I-66 did not exist to connect to I-81 in the Shenandoah valley. In order to go to the grandparents cabin in the mountains you had to take a circuitous route over two sets of mountains on State Route 29 and 211. While the specific place will mean little to most, the connection resulted in the decline and dissappearance of a host of Mom and Pop restaurants, highway stands and curio shops. There was always something odd, new or noteworthy about that route. Afterwards it just became a ribbon of concrete and interstate traffic with the only thought being "can I do this any faster than the last time" whereas before if it took you 4.5 hours your only thought was "That was THAT long?!?!"
"To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
I actually grew up in an old neighborhood in inner city Boston - we still had hitching rings on the street. They were simple iron rings, but they used to fascinate me when I was a kid thinking about the horses that used to be tied up there. We still had horse drawn carts with fruit and vegetable peddlers too, and a real ice box until I was a toddler.
"I woke up in the CRAZY HOUSE."
BWAHHAHAHA!!! I did that too when Dad was stationed in Alabama and Georgia!
"To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
Let this thread never end...
"To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
Only thing is........dang, it burned. "To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
Yes, the simple, and often simple-minded, things that we did and enjoyed back in the day, I fear may be forever lost; except in our memories.
My parents have one of the ice boxes as a phone stand. My mom has been real retentive about having the grandparents record their memories and also of gathering up items from the extended family to preserve. Back at their place they have stuf like an 1890's tredle [sp?] Singer sewing machine and a hand crank phone from the turn of the century. We lost some spectacular stuff when the will was contested at my great grandfathers death (by a distant aunt, he'd outlived 5 of 6 wives so he had some progeny scattered around). Saw an axe made by a 7 generations back father (It had his initials and 1723 burned into the home made handle) go to the witch, and saw my great grandfathers surveying set go to a museum in Elkton. I wanted that set so damn bad...
"To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
Though, for hope, one can always keep the ember kindled by taking time to chat up the neighbors on a warm evening, turn off the TV, find an old reel style mower to cut the grass (or a "Big Wheel" style gas powered one with the cast iron Clinton engine...) "To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
It did! :-D
*sigh* great post, Ax.
Funny how we thought nothing of buying Coke in those chipped up used bottles. I
can personally attest to the indestructibility of them. As hard as we tried,
they’d rarely shatter. But if they did, the chunks became little land minds
capable of blowing out any size car tire.
yeah, but i dont got no boyfriend.....got a lot of admirers, tho... dang...if i wuz gay, i could be a player.... funny, im at this seminar in denver, and like, damn near all the hotel front desk guys are gay.... i approach the counter, and theres always at least one chick back there...i get to like ten feet out and the guys are all...'can i help you sir?' uh yeah, i need help with my sense of style and design.
'We shall no longer hang on to the tails of public opinion, or to a non-existent authority, on matters utterly unknown and strange. We shall gradually become experts ourselves in the mastery of the knowledge of the future.' ~ Wilhelm Reich
Used to be used alot. It sometimes turns your teeth orange I think.
Mumbly peg! I don't miss that one.
and we didn't have no cell phones with GPS Big Brother tracking either, just 2cans and a string.
The mind once expanded by a new idea never returns to its' original size
I always wanted one of these
Funny Grumble. I really should comb the back woods of Centre County...
Had they tried this Big Brother crap back then it would have met some resistance, for sure. Now it's been eased in over the past 30 years and the sheeple simply bend over.
Right and the Title on FR s/b "You have to be under 40 (IQ)"
The mind once expanded by a new idea never returns to its' original size
Puppy love.........and first loves. *sigh*
Dang it all....I may have to reconsider the Carolinas! LOL.
Hey, yeah.......I remember that coke bottle deposit stuff. Remember the name Fresca, too, though I never drank it. And I remember full service ALL the time at service stations. I used to work for Atlantic Richfield, ARCO. I can remember gas wars when gas that was usually selling for 15 or 16 cents a gallon would get all the way down to something like 8 or 9 cents a gallon. Diesel was a 'waste' product, normally selling for well below gas (like maybe 8 or 9 cents) and how, I think it is higher than gas.
Regarding that spraying.....it's really been a very long time ago, but I think the crop dusting planes used in the San Joaquin Valley in Californicate also spray for 'skeeters' with DDT.
Something sort of rings a bell.......don't know if it's the name, or the green color. I can remember it being kept on a shelf in the bathroom--not a medicine cabinet shelf, but a linen shelf where other stuff like that was kept.
This thread is sooooo neat. I learned to sew on my Mom's old, ancient treadle Singer machine. In fact, she wishes she still had it because these new fangled ones just aren't as dependable or reliable as the old treadle ones were. I had a boss at Atlantic Richfield who inherited one of those; Bob wound up taking the guts out of the machine and making the cabinet a table for house plants. It was a beautiful piece. At the ranch in Montana, I 'inherited' a couple of old treadles. My husband had done a lot of woodworking and he tried to restore--but they were simply too far gone. I was lucky that he was able to finish a replica old-fashioned ice box for me out of oak before he died.
. Oh yeah...........you, too!!!!
me too(late) you row(dee) aka me Tarzan you jane
The mind once expanded by a new idea never returns to its' original size
That one is from about the late '60s -early '70s then they stopped making them. The earlier ones are better. The painting is more Rockwell-like and the back is a Coke bottle. I haven't seen one in almost 40 years.
Funny - thanks. (Sadly, true)
Yep. It should be 25-35% below gasoline prices...in a honest market.
LOL.
Dad sent me to the drugstore to buy the raw materials for gunpowder.
No, I'm from Iowa. I only work in outer space.
Dad sent me to the drugstore to buy the raw materials for gunpowder. Somehow it seems that it was easier to get consent then from Mom or Dad than it is now from your Uncle Sam.
I guess I shouldn't mention monitoring the Russian nuclear fallout with a geiger counter, in the 7th grade science class.
A quote from my fathers mom at a gas station. They'd just paid ~14 cents a gallon... Mimi (the grandma name for her): Where's my S&H green stamps? Attendant: Lady, there ain't no green stamps today, we're having a gas war... I used to colect Green Stamps. Got a tackle box and lures with them. That was the "hottest thing since sliced bread" :-)
"To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
It is, but using it deny's the state tax revenue so it's dyed for motor fuel and called "#2 fuel oil" for home heating oil...
"To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
you're so astute. ;)
LOL!
Ha !!! My mother's books were the size of a phone book. I remember tagging along to the supermarket with the stamps falling out all over. Didn't they get steak knives or something??
Two Million got you steak knives, three billion a nine dollar toaster. Most got lost, what a scam.
Used to be a parent could send a kid to the store with a note to buy cigarettes and I think beer. Cigarettes, for sure......
Oh gawd............yes! S&H Green Stamps!!! LOL................and weren't there some called Blue and Gold, or maybe that was a 'local' thang! I can remember wetting the backs of the stamps and filling in the books! And the catalog with the 'good stuff' you could redeem them for.
I ain't over 40 and I know some of this stuff. =0)
I bought cigarettes when I was 14 or so, and looked it. They didn't care. I acted old enough to be trusted with a lighter... We're not better off now that they're forced to care at threat of fine/imprisonment, or ruinous lawsuit. That just leaves the path clear for freaks with an agenda.
Quit bogarting that peace, Herbert!
"To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
Had to laugh at the back and forth conversation grandma and the attendant had. Reminded me of a conversation I overheard my parents having....conversation being the key word. They had just been to the grocery store and came home. Had gone with my dad's old white pickup truck. The bed was full of brown paper bags. Us kids were helping haul the 'loot' in and I overheard my Mom talking about highway robbery and this mess costing $15!! We never lived high on the hog, but my Mom could cook a pigs ear and you'd think you were eating filet mignon! Give her the ingredients and she could cook with the best. Good home-style cooking, and lots of it. Even in bad times we never knew it because what she cooked was always so filling and seemed so rewarding. I look back on so many of those growing up years now and see that we were dirt poor many of those years. But we never knew it! I can remember one year at the annual canned good drive at our elementary school Mom insisting we each take a can of food to the school harvest basket. There weren't many choices--a can of this soup or a can of that veggie--but we did our part to help the poorer among us have a nice Thanksgiving dinner. One evening, there was a knock at the door. My dad opened the door. There was a basket of food with a small turkey sitting on the top with a Happy Thanksgiving card from the school harvest basket! To this day, none of us can figure out 'how' they knew times were rough. Coulda been observant teachers....or Gods angels looking out for us.
S & H bought up all their competitors...with savings stamps. Economists stumped, film at eleven.
Quit bogarting that peace, Herbert!
What a neat picture! A visual treasure!
LOLOL.
Wow!!! What a neat pic. Nice gene pool you got going (g)
awwww..that's so neat.
St Thomas Aquinas, Brooklyn, NY
I'm putting together one of them old- timey mini bikes that used to be $129 in the Montgomey Wards catalog. Probably considered a WMD now.
Nice looking old building, JT>............is it still there, or has it given way to 'progress'?
TAlking about building from kits............ Did you know you could buy house kits from Sears back a good many years ago? The folks who bought my ranch had (quite a while ago) bought a ranch in Oregon that the home had been built from one such kit. IIRC, it was something like 900 sq. ft., and they raised their 3 kids there!
Is that limp or imp?
That's still there Dee. My HS, a short distance away, was a victim of cultural diversity the year after I graduated in '67.
Sheesh, who can afford to heat a 900 sq. ft. house nowadays? ;)
What's next...one of those Sears catalog houses?
um..you tell me :P
Is that um or hum?
See #147.
That strikes another memory chord. Family reunion time... Pickled eggs, pan fried chicken, barbeque, home brewed wines and liquor (actually, "likker" from the side of the family that it came from!), and PIE CASES! Aunt Nettie would bring up a case with an ornately decorated door that held about 5 or 6 pies. In that case resided heaven. Rhubarb, wild blueberry, wild cherry, peach, mincemeat, and other pies. The highlight of the days eatin' along with some ice cream churned right then and there. And the sitting around in the front yard of the cabin as the sun set, the rumble of thunder in the distance with attendant heat lightning, and setting off some fireworks ('cause it happens around the 4th), and watching the fireflies come out, and hearing the whiporwil [sp?] (Whip-poor-will) chirp out it's lone call and the horned owl hoot... Yea, we really move up in the world when we give up the local modest job and strike out for far away lands and riches...
"To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
I remember Dee. More than a few still standing in PA. IIRC, the total cost was in the area of $500 or so.
I was seriously thinking about hitting swap meets or ebay to find a servicable Schwinn Manta Ray. That was the dragster style bike built on frame designed for 24" wheels. I had a new cheapie bicycle for a while, scared the hell out of me riding it, not enough castor. They'd sell a million of them easy if they brought back the Orange Crate
Quit bogarting that peace, Herbert!
One evening, there was a knock at the door. My dad opened the door. There was a basket of food with a small turkey sitting on the top with a Happy Thanksgiving card from the school harvest basket! To this day, none of us can figure out 'how' they knew times were rough. Coulda been observant teachers....or Gods angels looking out for us. Beautiful. Same here.
That's a beauty! I had a 16" Schwinn, the smallest bike on the block. I painted it coral pink with silver flames, but it had only normal handlebars.
No nation could preserve its freedom in the midst of continual warfare. – James Madison
Oh for those family picnics and family reunions. Back in *hmmm, er, cough cough* 1952, we all met in OK at my dad's parents place for a family reunion. Once all the sets of families were there (Dad had 9 bros and sisters) were there, we planned a day to go to Lake Texhoma to fish and play in the water. Once we made it back to one of the aunts and uncles places, we had the big back yard--and I mean big--chow down. We had something like 5 ice cream freezers going, and the chicken house had to have been denuded, and the tater patch done likewise!! Whew! We ate til it ouched, and then in no time at all, it was time for that home made ice cream. I remember strawberry and peach and chocklate and vanilla--don't recall the other one. The farm ladies sure knew how to make a breakfast. Biscuits to kill for! I do remember asking if my Mom could make the milk gravy because she was the BEST at that!
When I built my house in 1980, the total cost was about $14,000. I had to hire contractors to help me with the foundation and the roof, explaining the high cost. The sticker price of the new 1980 Chevy Z28 I bought was well under $8,000. Don't remember exactly what I paid for it.
I hope you, unlike many of my friends, were smart enough to paint outside.
Quit bogarting that peace, Herbert!
I believe it was 'mobility', that wondrous thing, that did just about the most damage in breaking down families. Not the immediate family, but all the closeness of extended families like aunts and uncles, or cousins, great aunts, etc. I know for myself that I was never close to the OK and TX relatives, my Dad's side, as I was with my Mom's, who had all moved to California. And that's a shame. Two years ago I got to spend time with one of my TX aunts, and geeze how I wish we'd always lived closer. She's a dear, dear person.
Looking back - what a poor trade-off it is. Is it possible to go back?
I may be off on this, when I was seven, I believe i was brought to the lake as they made it into a damm. Would have been bout '64. I may getting this confused with a big dam in OK. At the pan termination of Arkansas,Oklahoma.
Hey guys.......I was never in on it, but do y'all remember outhouses being turned over or set out in the middle of the road at Halloween time? Harmless enough, unless of course someone happened to be sitting in it when the prank was pulled. Compare that to not even having Halloween because of the freak perverts and/or idiots that put poison or razor blades or some other horrid thing into the treat bags of little kids.
Couldn't prove it by me. I just know when we made the trip back there and that it was Texhoma.
This 89,000 acre lake on the Red River is shared by Texas and Oklahoma. It is widely recognized as a top fishing lake, and is one of the most popular recreation destinations in the Southwest. Lake Texoma was built by the Corps of Engineers in the 1940's, and was stocked with black bass and crappie along with the native white bass in the Red and Washita Rivers. The lake area includes two wildlife refuges, two state parks, fifty four U.S. Army Corps of Engineers-managed parks, twenty-six resorts, hundreds of campgrounds and a variety of excellent golf courses. Power boating, power sailing, personal watercraft, water skiers and wind surfers all consider the lake an excellent place to have fun. Lake Texoma has become a huge sailing center based on the lake's size, depth and miles of sailing shoreline.
Oh, ya, my first job, back in 1985 or so, cigs were 90 cents a pack and plenty of the locals sent their kids down with a note to buy ciggies.
No, I'm from Iowa. I only work in outer space.
Pretty much, that's an urban legend, and I've been hearing that since I was a kid (70s).
No, I'm from Iowa. I only work in outer space.
Lodwick, why are you so nice?
You can never go home again, be it that "home" is a geographic locale or a state of mind. Truth be told, the "old days" probably sucked just as much as nowadays, it's just selective memory that makes them seem better. I remember hating Reagan back in the 80s, and my mom saying that if George Bush (H.W.) ever became president, she'd ship me out of the country because he was ex-head of the CIA. Now "W" makes his daddy look like a genius. Hey, waddaya know? Times really ARE getting worse!
No, I'm from Iowa. I only work in outer space.
Looking great!
Diamonds In The Mine Lyrics By Leonard Cohen Quit bogarting that peace, Herbert!
Started laughing over this........geeze, loddy........did they even do golf back then? Power sailing? Personal watercraft? Wind surfing? From what I remember, it was a BIG body of water........I remember my Grandma sitting on a rock and sort of leaning to the side on an outstretched arm and a scorpion nearly got her! It seemed like there was a little cactus plant that one of the cousins (one of the twins boys) got into. I know us three weren't allowed any deeper than our thighs in the water! Everyone else could have swam across the dang thing and my Mom would not have let us go over our thighs. LOL....
Honestly? God told me (actually, all of us) that it would go better for me (us) to do it this way. A kind answer, turneth away wrath. That, to me is a very flattering question, and one of which I'm not deserving...I just want to be a good participant on this forum - respecting all members here.
We have a large mass. You can really lose yourself in them at times. You wish there was some sort of quantum tunneling device so that, if not to change, you could merely go back and be a bystander through it again. I was going through some of the "time portal" stuff when I was about 19 down at their place. I found a reel to reel tape player and some reels. I plugged it in and started it, and out comes my mothers voice. She's talking to my Dad, who's at that time flying helicopters in Vietnam in 1968. She's filling him in on the "wife stuff" (all the guys wives lived in the same area on base and were really tight, kinda like you see in the astronaughts wives in Apollo 13 for reference). She comments that I'm out in the driveway playing "stones and gravels" with the dog, our dachshund named Littlebit. My Dad gave the dog to my Mom as a Christmas present about 6 months before I was born. Me and that dog were thick as thieves and at the time I was listening to this, it was in the twilight of it's life. It wasn't but a few weeks later that she was put to sleep, near 20 years old. Serendipity? 20 years later, I still think about that dog. We have this trippy, nay, I should say kinda haunting, picture on the wall in our downstairs bathroom of a rural road, bordered by huge trees, shrouded by light fog and backlit. I always get this feeling that when my time comes to walk that path to the "light" and the Lord's reckoning, that it's going to be on that path, and the dog is going to be bolting and barking wildly down the road in it's dachshundy way to greet me. "Hey, where the heck have you been?!?! I've got a slobbery tennis ball with your name on it!" :-) It is kind of unusual to be my age and still have all of my known relatives living. The ones I knew that have died (4 great grandparents and a great great grandparent) were so ridiculously old it just seemed to me that, to them, it was right that they were headed off, hopefully, to be with something more familiar. The grandparents are such an insane wealth of information and arcanity. We talk about the bottles, and penny candy, but my grandparents talk about outhouses, and getting water from a spring, and using horses as the primary means of transport (Mom's side), and maybe having sulfa drugs. Hell, Mom's Mother lost 3 or 4 family members to the 1918 flu! And the most incredible, is a photo I have got to get digitized. I'll have to post it. It's the one with me, Mother, Grandfather, Great Grandfather, and Great Great Grandfather with the latter holding me. That Great great was born in 1862. I would give some years of life to have known what he thought of the state of the nation and the road we've come down. Hell, he went from a time when the country was in pitched battle with muskets and horse drawn breechless cannon over the course we'd take, to just barely missing his same homeland place some of it's citizens on the damn MOON! Hell, to close, I can only say that, the next time you see an old timer, ask them what it was like...
"To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
I hope I can Learn from your noble example. Yours Truely, Tom the 007
Probably so, but damn, it does seem simpler back then. What a difference fifty years makes. :-)
It was dumb, but fun at the time: My Dad used to keep me and my brother from fighting in the back of the car (where we spent a lot of time), with either short boxing style jabs or brutal acceleration to pin us back in our seats.
Quit bogarting that peace, Herbert!
Hell no, there was no golf back then. My grandparents place was twenty miles from there and back then Texoma was brutal...today, yes, it is spiffed up and yuppified - but years ago, it was awful.
We were too poor to afford the extra gas, so Daddy just let us duke it out.
We were blessed to have grown up with such spectacular music, mind-numbingly stupid fast cars, and the belief that some day we would have factory jobs. Except it made us lazy. We should go chain-whip Congress right now, who's with me? Let me see a sea of hands, and let me kick out the jams.
Quit bogarting that peace, Herbert!
Oh, I can make a MEAN "speckledy gravy". Bacon grease, bacon bits, pepper, salt, some whole milk... Uncle Ted used to be our camp cook at the cabin during deer hunting season. He could pack you tight enough that you weren't aching until you came off the mountain in the afternoon :-) I was his apprentice a lot. One thing I miss out west is Scrapple. Man, it's way good but don't read the ingredients! Once in a blue moon I'll find a place with grits, but grits are few and far between...
"To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
Threatening the govenment. Terrorist. Even the GAO says voting doesn't count anymore. Violation of the noise ordinance. Report to jail.
I got that from some former marxists.
Quit bogarting that peace, Herbert!
Off to Gitmo with you, commie! ;)
i'm starving now!
My 1992 Saturn SL2 was the first new car I bought, and also the second car I had bought with less than 100,000 miles on it. I delivered 'Za (Snowcrash reference) for a couple of years and had a stable before I left. They were so cheap and easy to work on, and the insurance (liability) and registration was cheap too, that I couldn't help myself. In 1990 I had 1970 1/2 RS Camaro (oh, my baby, and I sold her prior to moving!) Air shocks, Berlinetta leaves and station wagon coils, Eagle ST's, Cam, headers, shift kit (a must for any automatic performance, economy and life wise). My God, that car would cruise! NW of Bergton to Fairfax Station in an hour and ten minutes once. Phaedrus would know that ride :-) "To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
Handing the secret police ice cream cones doesn't work as well if you don't get it on secure video.
Quit bogarting that peace, Herbert!
My Mom's sister is moving up to Washington. A road trip will soon be in order. After working this thread, I do believe I'm going back for reunion time this summer too, pain in the ass of flying be damned too!
"To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
Probably, with difficulty. There is always hope, because that's part of what originally sent us on the quest. Along the way money, a house, TV, "stability", "security" etc... co-opted us. That's a heavy burden to extract from, particularly if you have the obligations of spouse and child. I've always tried to have an "out", a goal that I was working for that would be the endgame of the working and buying. I've jokingly pegged that as beating the age my Dad's Dad retired at, 48, after 33 years in the Navy (lied about age). The root goal is to have a free and clear farm property whose taxes are paid by an escrow account in perpetuity and where, if they desire, my parents can live on. We're not big on parking the elders in storage lots, even approaching the 100's, the grandparents are still on their own (though Pop's recently bought an apartment in a facility where there's on call help).
"To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
Yeah, that was my life too. I remember being chased home by kids who were my best friends again the next day, but I cut through someone's yard (this was in second grade, btw). The guy had set up a trip wire with a little slope and broken beer bottles with their sharp end up. One went right into my knee (I still have a chunk of glass there) and I pretty much ran home with it sticking out, blood everywhere. My mom took me to the doctor, where I got the dreaded tetanus shot (about three feet long, as my second-grade eyes remember it) and a bandage. No lawsuit. A month later, us little kids broke every window in that freak's house and ran away. A couple of the older kids helped. He never put up a kid trap again. And the cops asked no questions.
No FREAKIN' way. Today, there are lots of people who are literally sociopathic. They would pick your pockets if you were laid out. You can see it in their demeanor and eyes. One of the reasons you have that now is because people aren't comfortable with metting out minor punishments to other peoples kids. They fear legal action. In the "day" if you caught your kid and the Jones' kid sniping apples off the neighbors tree, you'd switch them, and tell the Jones kid to go tell his father what he did, and he'd do it! His dad would give him another! Now, his father or mother might read you the riot act... MANY areas in the past had tight communities where people would come running to aid the fallen or the misfortunate. You can track the decline merely through the destruction of the nuclear family...
"To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
Oh... I'd better not mention the Beer/teryaki/garlic/ginger and secret admixture marinade that I've been soaking some Elk steaks in along with the rubbed Elk roast and Elk burgers for a metal detecting outing in the Sierra tomorrow then...
"To wield onself -- to use oneself as a tool in one's own hand -- and so to make or break that which no one else can build or ruin -- THAT is the greatest pleasure known to man! To one who has felt the chisel in his hand and set free the angel prisoned in the marble block, or to one who has felt sword in hand and set homeless the soul that a moment before lived in the body of his mortal enemy -- to those both come alike the taste of that rare food spread only for demons or for gods." -- Gordon R. Dickson, "Soldier Ask Not"
no, you better not. i just had to settle for some M&Ms. :P
I don't have to wait for an 'old timer'........LOL.........those that know me know that my 93 year old Dad lives with me. Born in 1913. Didn't know what a car was til 1926. Laid brick in the streets of Dallas, TX, with his grandpa, when he was 15. Worked for the CCC program--I think that was in Colorado. Did a little boxing.........broke horses.........near dead ringer for Roy Rogers. Was asked if interested in doing stunt work for Roy and some other western heros. BEsides farming, he knew stone masonry and concrete work. Living in so-cal, he did masonry work for a number of stars as well as a number of wannabes. Dad actually was care taking a doctor's ranch in Montana when he was 83 years old. In his later years, I found that he was telling 'tall tales' to a bunch of the people I used to know in Montana--sort of around the old stove at a mercantile. I've got this real thing about 'lying' (reason I detest clinton and bush so very much). Lying is one of the few things I can honestly say I HATE. Anyways....... Back to the mercantile. One of the times I had went over there to check up on him, one of the folks had told me about Dad telling them about shooting coyotes from the back of his horse when he was young--and yes, doing it with the horse at a gallop or full run and him sitting backwards. I was really embarassed and was apologizing to Debbie and asking her to tell the others I really am ashamed of him for telling these whoppers. Debbie got quiet a moment and said that I should knock that shit off; that they all know this story and many others aren't true. But they appreciate the role of a story teller, a yarn spinner.......that they're truly few and far between nowadays. I felt about an inch or incha and a half high. Shortly after that, the doctor's wife sent me a copy of an essay her high school son had written as a class assignment on 'an older person who has affected your life'.or something like that. Teddy wrote about my Dad and the positive influence he had on him; that he first met my Dad when his mother had sent him out with cold water to my Dad at the tractor. Teddy was shy and wouldn't look up, so my Dad squatted down to his level and after thanking him for the water asked why he wouldn't look him in the eye, that that is the way real men are supposed to do. This essay goes on to mention a number of other things--including a lesson learned about doing a job and doing it well or not even bothering. And then the young man closed by telling how he and his older brother used to giggle and carry on about Dad's tall tales--and how they appreciated the time he spent with them; they knew these tales weren't real.....but he spent time with them. Dad's in his twilight now--acting more the child now with me the parent. I study genealogy and have had interviews with him. And the information gleaned is so neat. I really think if offered the chance he'd give a trip in a space ship a try. He's gone from horses and mules to wagons to cars to trains to airplanes to jets. And, of course, he's seen space ships. I have an uncle who tape recorded my grandfather in 1967 and my grandmother in about 1982. When I started the genealogy journey, the uncle sent me copies. You cannot image the joy--well, maybe you can--of hearing his voice again. Especially hearing him talk of his parents, especially his father, who served in the Civil War. And my grandmother.....bless her heart. She never spoke ill of others and she had the most marvelous tinkle of a laugh. Uncle captured that on the tape. I cry every time I play it........
Bacon grease is a must.........unless of course you've friend up a batch of chicken. :) My MOM was and is the best. I had to have been probably 40 years old before I finally got the hang of making gravy without lumps. I am not, never was, and don't want to be the cook that she was. I've heard the word scrapple, but couldn't tell you a thing about what it is. Right now my mind is a blank. I know minudo has tongue in it. Never tried grits.....at least not that I can recall. My husband was a southern boy, a Virginian, but he was the pickiest man alive. He didn't even like the sound of the word. And speaking of him, was it you above that spoke of putting something in a POKE? That was one of his words! LOL. I never did figure out if his LAG bolt was a LEG bolt; or if my own LEG was a LAG!
I don't think you'll regret it..........unless of course the TSA makes an example of you and strip you nekkid and check all yer internal parts before allowin ya to git on da plane! Then, I would suspect you would be damning them.
Excellent post..........and right on!
LOL..........
Outstanding post! That's exactly the way I remember it. I grew up in a small village of about 350 people. We did have an elementary school and I remember one winter my buddy and I got antsy and went to the playground and smashed all the snowmen and snow forts that the kids made during recess. We didn't think any one seen us but when I got home my parents already knew what we did. I got it from them and the school's principal when I went to school the next day. If we would have had a cop, he would have kicked my ass too. Besides that incident, it was a great place to grow up. Somebody in the village was always watching out if you had a problem. Every adult was your surrogate parent. We had two small mom and pop general stores. One is still there and the other one closed about 2 years ago. Sometimes, I go out of my way and drive through there just for all the wonderful memories. It's still pretty much the same as it was back then except for a few housing developments in some old corn and tobacco fields. We had scrapple(someone mentioned it). I loved it when I was kid, fried with pancake syryp. I can't stand the stuff now. That was one of those concoctions made from meat scraps when the locals would butcher. It was cheap and we were poor so it was a staple when it was available. I sure eat one of those 3 cent 'Lunch bars' in the green wrappers. They disappeared years ago. With three empty soda bottles, I could buy two of them!
If I had one, I had a half dozen. Did your arm feel like an elephant sat in it for a few days after? Talk about ache.
Back then they had those huge needles that were never sharpened. I can still see them suspended in that container of alcohol waiting for the next victim. They hurt like hell.
1950 Mercury 4dr (suicide type) flat-head V8, 3 speed overdrive tranny. 1964 Buick Riviera - yes! 1967 MB 230SL 1975 BMW 2002 It just became transportation thereafter.
I should have gone to my 40th HS reunion last year - from all reports, everyone had a super time...
Good luck with the folks - it can get challenging as time takes its toll. I've certainly come to grip with my own mortality after my parents had no further use for their earthly shells...someone observed that we are not our bodies, which will one day die; but we are what's inside of us - some call it our soul, that lives on forever, wherever it goes, and in the hearts and minds of those who are left behind.
I'd like to go to mine just to laugh at the jocks that got big, fat and bald. Also, those snob cheerleaders who also aquired big fat asses and turned into wrinkled prunes.
I miss my '64 Chevelle SS. That car took one hell of a beating. A 283 was a great engine.
Oral histories are an invaluable, wonderful link to our past.
My classmates that came to Dad's funeral said that everyone had had enough life experiences so that the ones that were snobs back when, were friendly and generally just happy to be there...but from the CD that I got, some of my fellows could lay off the GoldenCorral buffet and mix in the occasional garden salad.
Your high school must have been different than mine. Even though I had some good pals et al. the jock/cheerleader culture was pure elitist. They thought they were better than everyone. I went to 35th my reunion and nothing changed. I'll never go to another one.
They certainly are, Jim. I found in my genealogy researrch that back in the days of the WPA and CCC, those FDR programs, that some of the 'make work' jobs included sending people out into areas of the country where they would interview elderly people, and other specialized groups, i.e., native american indians. And then would write the interview up. One of my problems in genealogical research is that I can get side-tracked when I find something interesting. So............while I was stumped on finding any information which would relate to the dates or near places that a particular set of ancestors who went from Texas to Oklahoma, I came across these "Indian Papers".....really interesting interviews, and which apparently was widened to include other people from the area. I started reading one to sort of get an idea of what life must have been like for my great grandparents and their family even before Oklahoma begame a state-- when it was still Indian Territory. A rather exciting discovery was that one of the interviewers was also a gentleman who had notarized a number of papers for this particular set of great grandparents I was looking for. Even more exciting was to come across an interview of the wife of one of these great grandparents sons! Of course, trying to find out how couples met or fell in love or married back in that day is a lot harder than today where there are so many ways to leave this information for the world to know. But there it was--all laid out for me. She even provided dates! AND, it turns out her father was my great grandparents best friend! I had his name all over the notarized papers of my great grandfather as a witness. And he had even known him at Fort Belknap down in Texas!
Your experience sounds like mine........though I have never gone to a reunion, nor do I plan to. I went to a high school that had a lot of kids from the entertainment industry attending (movie and music). The one exception to that crowd was the girl I shared hall and gym lockers with the entire jr. high and high school years with. Her mother was an artist. While she essentially hung out with that clique, Carole was a good gal......and all lthese many years later, we stay in touch via Christmas cards and letters......and the last few years even with emails. From what she says, it seems like nothing has changed with the 'old' bunch. It sure has with me. I wouldn't be the least bit shy about telling them off or what to do and where to go. :)
Hell, we may be relatives - I remember my mother's parents telling us about the days when they lived in the Indian Territory before crossing the Red River to settle in Fannin county, TX. There's still scads of Rays and Dentons and their descendants living there today.
Were we ever snookered. Thanks for sharing that nice photo too.
No nation could preserve its freedom in the midst of continual warfare. – James Madison
My beloved Grandpa Taylor was born in Bonham, Fannin Co.! But he wasn't the family I was searching for at the time. Grandpa Taylor's daddy was the pow in the civil war. I am sure, somewhere along the way, that I have seen the Denton name though! Now the great grandparents I was looking for may well have gone thru there. I found land records for them in Atascosa County. And census records and some of their private writings indicate they also were in Clay County, and Denton County (or was that the city/town of Denton), but they moved to Oklahoma, or Indian Territory as it was at that time. This great grandpa has such an interesting story (as much as I've found thus far).
Goosebumps here. The Taylor's are still going strong in Fannin county: my brother married a Taylor lass from a little town named Ector, just west of Bonham.
Does the name McKay ring any bells? Or Coleman?
No, but I'll ask my brother - his MIL, now in her mid-eighties, is still doing well in Ector, and they may have some information for you.
Off topic - morning, Loddy!
:)
The McKays are direct line. Colemans are not, though they figure into some of the family story. When the greatgrandfather Taylor moved to Texas after the death of his first wife, he settled near Fannin County. Met and married a Jenkins. They had 5 kids, IIRC, and she died when the youngest was a wee baby. The Jenkins and Colemans (apparently related) took the kids to raise. GG Taylor at some point moved to Fannin County where he met his 3rd wife, who was a McKay, and is my line of descent. They had a slew of kids. Some of the time, some of the others came to live with them, though they went back and forth, it seems. Small worlds happened even back then. GG Taylor was in the civil war. One of the soldiers he met up with in those days was a T. McKay. GG Taylor was from Arkansas; I think McKay was Mississippi. GG Taylor was one of the last exchanges of prisoners. He kept fighting though til the end of the war. Then married, and his wife died while pregnant with their first baby. He apparently was beside himself with grief and moved away to Texas to start fresh. As I said above, the second marriage occurred. And then the third marriage. Turns out in this last marriage that T. McKay and his new wife are brother and sister! They had not kept in touch after the military experience. But the McKays had moved 'west' as did so many of the Southerners after the way; that they went to Texas, and then found each other was quite a find. In their latter years, they settled in and died in and around Rains County.
ha! the last one i went to was my 25th. the turnout was so disappointing. most of those who showed up i barely knew in HS and so many i wanted to see didn't come. it sure wasn't worth the expense i went to see and be seen. i shopped in Beverly Hills and bought a red leather miniskirt with matching cropped jacket for that reunion! what a waste.
Good morning, Christine :)
I'd forgotten about the Jenkins in Fannin county: there was a family who had a farm about half a mile from my grandparents place - Merle & Elmer, they are somehow related to us by marriage; distant marriage, thank goodness and RIP.
good morning..nice to see you again.
Thank you :) Nice to be with friends, sporadic as I am about checking in. Every time I see the ribbon you sent me, though, I think of you.
This, of course, requires pictures. :-)
Loss for words here........ Keep thinking something about eyeteeth whatever that means. #;o)
Amen!
Sweet, just keep an eye out for republicans.
Quit bogarting that peace, Herbert!
I can still see them suspended in that container of alcohol waiting for the next victim. They hurt like hell. To make things worse, the doctor had the needle in his hand and decided to chat with the nurse about something, and that needle is about a foot from my eyes. My veins still roll and dive when a needle comes out, because of that one shot.
Are you aware that they had street gangs in the American colonies? How 'bout Al Capone, you've heard of him, I take it. The Manson family? The Eugenics movement? Forced lobotomies? I can think of lots of bad shit/bad people that happened in the 20th century, from the lynchings of German/American farmers during WWI to Japanese internment camps to the Red Scare/McCarthy era to the Black Panthers. Hell, our darker skinned bretheren practically burned about a dozen of our major cities to the ground during the 60s. The KKK ran most of the South, at one point. When I was a kid, our 6th grade teacher told us that he was in charge of the fallout shelter over at the armory, and if he was the first one to get there, he'd slam the door and lock us out. I don't miss growing up under the nuclear threat... I see your point, Axe, about the breakup of the nuclear family, and I want to believe it, but I'd make an ignorant bet that crime rates nowadays really aren't any different than in 1906, except perhaps for things that weren't crimes back then, like smoking the reefer.
No, I'm from Iowa. I only work in outer space.
#2. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T---- SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING
#3. To: Grumble Jones (#1)
#4. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
#5. To: Grumble Jones (#1)
Nitre' and Paragoric cured everything....
#6. To: Grumble Jones (#1)
We walked or rode our bicycles. We didn't need a mini-van to get us two blocks down the street.
#7. To: rowdee (#5)
#8. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites
#9. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
#10. To: Grumble Jones (#1)
You could go to the corner store and get a real "Ring Ding."
#11. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING
#12. To: mehitable (#4)
#13. To: christine (#11)
we have great memories of a culture that is now extinct.
#14. To: Itisa1mosttoolate (#9)
#15. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper, in a brown paper bag
I've already said too much.
#16. To: robin (#2)
I remember the dismay I felt, as a parent, when I realized the "school nurse" I was talking to was a volunteer parent, w/o any medical education whatsoever.
#17. To: MUDDOG (#15)
lunchbox
#18. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
#19. To: Jethro Tull (#12)
#20. To: gengis gandhi (#18)
#21. To: gengis gandhi (#18)
#22. To: mehitable (#19)
#23. To: Jethro Tull (#17)
I've already said too much.
#24. To: alpowolf (#8)
#25. To: MUDDOG (#23)
#26. To: Jethro Tull. boomers here (#17)
#27. To: christine (#25)
I've already said too much.
#28. To: christine (#25)
#29. To: lodwick (#26)
running behind the mosquito-spraying truck sucking up whatever chemicals,
#30. To: christine (#29)
#31. To: lodwick (#26)
#32. To: christine (#29)
#33. To: Jethro Tull (#31)
#34. To: mehitable (#28)
#35. To: Jethro Tull (#34)
#36. To: mehitable (#33)
#37. To: mehitable (#35)
Took about 30 years before they brought him up on charges
#38. To: Jethro Tull (#36)
#39. To: Jethro Tull (#31)
#40. To: Jethro Tull (#37)
#41. To: Jethro Tull (#31)
#42. To: Jethro Tull (#31)
I was usually found at the soda fountain spinning on the chrome and naugahyde stool impatiently waiting for one of Sam's famous eggcreams. They were the best. A shot of syrup, a dollop of milk, and a steady stream of seltzer.
#43. To: lodwick (#41)
#44. To: lodwick (#32)
During the summer months our town had trucks driving around at night fogging the 'hoods for mosquitoes using DDT...
#45. To: All (#43)
#46. To: rowdee (#5)
was that before or after Cod Liver Oil was the be all/end all?
#47. To: Jethro Tull (#10)
And wash it down with a sugar laced Coke :)
#48. To: christine (#20)
hey, and i was on the handlebars of......bikes
#49. To: mehitable (#7)
#50. To: Jethro Tull (#31)
learning how to play pinball (2 games a quarter, 5 balls a game!)
#51. To: lodwick (#26)
#52. To: rowdee (#49)
#53. To: lodwick (#41)
#54. To: rowdee (#51)
sling shots, anyone? Especially homemade ones......get an old used tire tube and cut it up for straps.........and find the perfect piece of wood to use or tree branch to whittle down for the stock....
#55. To: rowdee (#53)
Remember the chest-type refrigeration units where GLASS bottles of soda pop, various flavors were sold?
#56. To: mehitable (#52)
#57. To: rowdee (#51)
sling shots, anyone? Especially homemade ones...
#58. To: rowdee (#56)
#59. To: Grumble Jones (#54)
#60. To: mehitable (#58)
My parents were great believers in salves, but I think most of their salves are still around
#61. To: rowdee (#56)
Bag Balm?
#62. To: Grumble Jones (#54)
#63. To: rowdee, all (#62)
#64. To: rowdee (#59)
Oh.......and did you ever take tin cans and tap them onto the heels of your shoes so that you could make 'clomping' horse hooves sounds playing cowboys and injuns
#65. To: lodwick (#61)
I've started buying penicillin from vet supply websites, for whatever that's worth.
#66. To: Grumble Jones (#55)
#67. To: lodwick (#57)
though, back then, we called them another name.
#68. To: mehitable (#58)
#69. To: Grumble Jones (#65)
#70. To: rowdee (#68)
She was even known to swallow it.
#71. To: lodwick (#61)
#72. To: mehitable (#69)
Can people use tetracycline? What would you use it for?
#73. To: rowdee (#53)
Remember the chest-type refrigeration units where GLASS bottles of soda pop, various flavors were sold? And there was a place on the side or front of it where you'd pop the cap off the top.
#74. To: mehitable (#63)
#75. To: Grumble Jones (#64)
#76. To: mehitable (#70)
#77. To: Grumble Jones (#50)
Kites...nobody flies kites anymore.
#78. To: who knows what evil (#73)
#79. To: Grumble Jones (#72)
#80. To: All (#78)
#81. To: Grumble Jones (#55)
We would open the bottle and hold a cup under it...lol...free soda
#82. To: rowdee (#80)
#83. To: lodwick (#57)
Remember clothespinning playing cards on your bike's fork for the neat effect?
#84. To: rowdee (#78)
HOWEVER,if I thought I could get a glass-bottled RC Royal Crown Cola, the real thing, I'd do it in a heartbeat.
#85. To: all (#84)
#86. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
#87. To: Axenolith (#86)
The hitching posts still were used there too!
#88. To: lodwick (#26)
running behind the mosquito-spraying truck sucking up whatever chemicals...
#89. To: Grumble Jones (#47)
Yep....I can remember that unique smell when I opened a bottle of Coke. The cross between the smell of the Coke and the cork lined caps...ahhhh.
#90. To: rowdee (#56)
There was some sort of horse salve [sorry, having one of those sometimers moments here] that my parents thought cured most everything on the exterior. The least cut, and out it came. Chapped? Bring it on.......
#91. To: Axenolith (#89)
Let this thread never end...
#92. To: mehitable (#87)
and a real ice box until I was a toddler.
#93. To: All (#91)
#94. To: Grumble Jones (#93)
Damn - that stuff should cure whatever ails you.
#95. To: lodwick (#91)
Yes, the simple, and often simple-minded, things that we did and enjoyed back in the day, I fear may be forever lost; except in our memories.
#96. To: lodwick (#94)
#97. To: Axenolith (#86)
While the specific place will mean little to most, the connection resulted in the decline and dissappearance of a host of Mom and Pop restaurants, highway stands and curio shops. There was always something odd, new or noteworthy about that route. Afterwards it just became a ribbon of concrete and interstate traffic with the only thought being "can I do this any faster than the last time" whereas before if it took you 4.5 hours your only thought was "That was THAT long?!?!"
#98. To: Axenolith (#86)
Not only did "Co' Cola" (Coke) and other sodas come in super
thick bottles that often showed the wear on the high points of being refilled
dozens of times, but you could get a whole nickel or dime for them at the
supermarket and the deposit wasn't a government mandate, it was because the
company wanted them back for re-use.
#99. To: christine (#20)
hey, and i was on the handlebars of boyfriend's bikes many a time...try that nowadays!
#100. To: mehitable (#69)
Can people use tetracycline?
#101. To: lodwick (#91)
Yes, the simple, and often simple-minded, things that we did and enjoyed back in the day, I fear may be forever lost; except in our memories.
#102. To: Jethro Tull (#98)
#103. To: Itisa1mosttoolate (#102)
#104. To: Grumble Jones (#103)
#105. To: Itisa1mosttoolate (#102)
#106. To: Jethro Tull (#105)
#107. To: mehitable (#82)
#108. To: who knows what evil (#84)
#109. To: Axenolith (#86)
#110. To: Axenolith, lodwick (#88)
#111. To: Axenolith (#90)
#112. To: Axenolith (#92)
#113. To: Itisa1mosttoolate (#102)
just 2cans and a string.
#114. To: rowdee (#113)
#115. To: Jethro Tull (#104)
#116. To: Itisa1mosttoolate (#106)
Right and the Title on FR s/b "You have to be under 40 (IQ)"
#117. To: rowdee (#109)
Diesel was a 'waste' product, normally selling for well below gas (like maybe 8 or 9 cents) and how, I think it is higher than gas.
#118. To: Itisa1mosttoolate (#114)
#119. To: HOUNDDAWG (#3)
Mom sent me to the pharmacy with a note to buy paragoric.
#120. To: Indrid Cold (#119)
Mom sent me to the pharmacy with a note to buy paragoric.
#121. To: Jethro Tull, Christine, Zipporah, robin, Zoroaster, BTP Holdings, Arator, Brian S, A K A Stone, Steppenwolf, Bub, mugwort, bluegrass, Bill D Berger, FormerLurker, Uncle Bill, Dakmar, Flintlock, Neil McIver, tom007, aristeides, Burkeman1, Diana, (#0)
#122. To: rowdee (#109)
I can remember gas wars when gas that was usually selling for 15 or 16 cents a gallon would get all the way down to something like 8 or 9 cents a gallon.
#123. To: lodwick (#117)
Yep. It should be 25-35% below gasoline prices...in a honest market.
#124. To: Hmmmmm (#120)
Somehow it seems that it was easier to get consent then from Mom or Dad than it is now from your Uncle Sam.
#125. To: SKYDRIFTER (#121)
I guess I shouldn't mention monitoring the Russian nuclear fallout with a geiger counter
#126. To: SKYDRIFTER (#121)
#127. To: Axenolith (#122)
S&H green stamps
#128. To: Jethro Tull (#127)
Didn't they get steak knives or something??
#129. To: Indrid Cold (#119)
#130. To: Axenolith (#122)
#131. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
#132. To: rowdee (#129)
#133. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
Grandparents on Pop's side at the POW Ball in 1947...
#134. To: Axenolith (#122)
#135. To: rowdee, Axenolith (#130)
S&H Green Stamps!!! LOL................and weren't there some called Blue and Gold, or maybe that was a 'local' thang!
#136. To: Axenolith (#133)
#137. To: Dakmar (#135)
#138. To: Axenolith (#133)
#139. To: Axenolith (#133)
#140. To: christine, mehitable, Catholic school survivors (#39)
#141. To: Dakmar (#132)
between being stumbled over or being kicked.
#142. To: Jethro Tull (#140)
#143. To: Esso (#141)
#144. To: Jethro Tull (#140)
#145. To: christine (#144)
#146. To: rowdee (#142)
#147. To: rowdee (#143)
between being stumbled over or being kicked.
#148. To: Esso (#141)
I'm putting together one of them old- timey mini bikes that used to be $129 in the Montgomey Wards catalog.
#149. To: Jethro Tull (#145)
#150. To: christine (#149)
#151. To: Jethro Tull (#148)
between being stumbled over or being kicked.
#152. To: rowdee (#134)
We never lived high on the hog, but my Mom could cook a pigs ear and you'd think you were eating filet mignon!
#153. To: rowdee, Esso (#143)
#154. To: Esso (#141)
#155. To: rowdee (#134)
I look back on so many of those growing up years now and see that we were dirt poor many of those years. But we never knew it! I can remember one year at the annual canned good drive at our elementary school Mom insisting we each take a can of food to the school harvest basket. There weren't many choices--a can of this soup or a can of that veggie--but we did our part to help the poorer among us have a nice Thanksgiving dinner.
#156. To: Dakmar (#154)
#157. To: Axenolith (#152)
#158. To: Jethro Tull (#153)
IIRC, the total cost was in the area of $500 or so.
between being stumbled over or being kicked.
#159. To: robin (#156)
#160. To: Axenolith (#152)
#161. To: Axenolith (#152)
Yea, we really move up in the world when we give up the local modest job and strike out for far away lands and riches...
#162. To: rowdee (#157)
we planned a day to go to Lake Texhoma to fish and play
#163. To: lodwick. Axenolith. Jethro Tull, Grumble Jones (#155)
#164. To: tom007 (#162)
#165. To: tom007 (#162)
#166. To: rowdee (#129)
Cigarettes, for sure......
#167. To: rowdee (#163)
Compare that to not even having Halloween because of the freak perverts and/or idiots that put poison or razor blades or some other horrid thing into the treat bags of little kids.
#168. To: lodwick (#165)
#169. To: lodwick (#161)
Is it possible to go back?
#170. To: Axenolith (#133)
Grandparents on Pop's side at the POW Ball in 1947...
#171. To: rowdee (#163)
Ah, there is no comfort in the covens of the witch,
some very clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch,
and the only man of energy, yes the revolution's pride,
he trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child.
And there are no letters in the mailbox,
oh no, there are no, no grapes upon your vine,
and there are, there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore,
and there are no diamonds in your mine.
#172. To: lodwick (#165)
The lake area includes two wildlife refuges, two state parks, fifty four U.S. Army Corps of Engineers-managed parks, twenty-six resorts, hundreds of campgrounds and a variety of excellent golf courses. Power boating, power sailing, personal watercraft, water skiers and wind surfers all consider the lake an excellent place to have fun. Lake Texoma has become a huge sailing center based on the lake's size, depth and miles of sailing shoreline.
#173. To: tom007 (#168)
Lodwick, why are you so nice?
#174. To: rowdee (#136)
#175. To: lodwick (#173)
That, to me is a very flattering question, and one of which I'm not deserving...I just want to be a good participant on this forum - respecting all members here.
#176. To: Indrid Cold (#169)
Truth be told, the "old days" probably sucked just as much as nowadays, it's just selective memory that makes them seem better.
#177. To: lodwick (#176)
#178. To: rowdee (#172)
#179. To: Dakmar (#177)
...brutal acceleration to pin us back in our seats.
#180. To: lodwick (#179)
#181. To: rowdee (#157)
I do remember asking if my Mom could make the milk gravy because she was the BEST at that!
#182. To: Dakmar (#180)
We should go chain-whip Congress right now,...
...who's with me? Let me see a sea of hands,
...and let me kick out the jams.
between being stumbled over or being kicked.
#183. To: Esso (#182)
Let me see a sea of hands,
#184. To: Dakmar (#183)
between being stumbled over or being kicked.
#185. To: Axenolith (#181)
#186. To: Esso, Phaedrus (#158)
The sticker price of the new 1980 Chevy Z28 I bought was well under $8,000. Don't remember exactly what I paid for it.
1970 Plymouth Fury I (should have been the trip to Alaska for 5 of us but roached an oil pump and spun the crank and didn't have time to repair). (Free)
1972 Datsun 510 sedan, chopped and prepped to sport up ($150).
1973 Datsun 510 Wagon, chopped, Pirelli's, 2 inch custom exhaust ($300).
1976 B210 2 door ($200).
1976 B210 4 door ($100) the primary 'Za delivery machine. The ultimate in cheap transport. You can do brake pads in the field in 20 minutes on this car. I sold it to a near deaf co-worker who still had it a couple of years later battered as shit but still running and getting 35+ MPG.
1984 Trans AM ($5,000) Should have kept this one too, second year of the 4 speed automatic so the bugs were worked out. T Tops, Alpine, Eagles. Awesome long distance runner and little kids remark "You have Kit!" too :-)
#187. To: Esso (#184)
#188. To: rowdee (#160)
Your lips to Gods ears...
#189. To: lodwick (#161)
Is it possible to go back?
#190. To: Jethro Tull (#0)
#191. To: Indrid Cold (#169)
Truth be told, the "old days" probably sucked just as much as nowadays, it's just selective memory that makes them seem better.
#192. To: christine (#185)
i'm starving now!
#193. To: Axenolith (#192)
#194. To: Axenolith (#174)
#195. To: Axenolith (#181)
#196. To: Axenolith (#188)
After working this thread, I do believe I'm going back for reunion time this summer too, pain in the ass of flying be damned too!
#197. To: Axenolith (#191)
#198. To: christine (#193)
no, you better not. i just had to settle for some M&Ms. :P
#199. To: Axenolith, all (#191)
#200. To: Mekons4 (#190)
I got the dreaded tetanus shot
#201. To: Jethro Tull (#200)
I got the dreaded tetanus shot If I had one, I had a half dozen. Did your arm feel like an elephant sat in it for a few days after? Talk about ache.
#202. To: Axenolith. Drivers here (#186)
Cars I miss -
#203. To: Axenolith (#188)
I do believe I'm going back for reunion time this summer too, pain in the ass of flying be damned too!
#204. To: Axenolith (#189)
We're not big on parking the elders in storage lots, even approaching the 100's, the grandparents are still on their own (though Pop's recently bought an apartment in a facility where there's on call help).
#205. To: lodwick (#203)
I should have gone to my 40th HS reunion
#206. To: lodwick (#202)
#207. To: rowdee (#194)
I have an uncle who tape recorded my grandfather in 1967 and my grandmother in about 1982. When I started the genealogy journey, the uncle sent me copies. You cannot image the joy--well, maybe you can--of hearing his voice again. Especially hearing him talk of his parents, especially his father, who served in the Civil War. And my grandmother.....bless her heart. She never spoke ill of others and she had the most marvelous tinkle of a laugh. Uncle captured that on the tape. I cry every time I play it........
#208. To: Grumble Jones (#205)
I'd like to go to mine just to laugh at the jocks that got big, fat and bald. Also, those snob cheerleaders who also aquired big fat asses and turned into wrinkled prunes.
#209. To: lodwick (#208)
#210. To: lodwick (#207)
Oral histories are an invaluable, wonderful link to our past.
#211. To: Grumble Jones (#209)
Even though I had some good pals et al. the jock/cheerleader culture was pure elitist. They thought they were better than everyone. I went to 35th my reunion and nothing changed. I'll never go to another one.
#212. To: rowdee (#210)
I started reading one to sort of get an idea of what life must have been like for my great grandparents and their family even before Oklahoma begame a state-- when it was still Indian Territory.
#213. To: Axenolith (#152)
Yea, we really move up in the world when we give up the local modest job and strike out for far away lands and riches...
#214. To: lodwick (#212)
#215. To: rowdee (#214)
My beloved Grandpa Taylor was born in Bonham, Fannin Co.!
#216. To: lodwick (#215)
#217. To: rowdee (#216)
Does the name McKay ring any bells? Or Coleman?
#218. To: lodwick (#217)
#219. To: rattler (#218)
A happy Saturday back at'cha.
#220. To: lodwick (#219)
#221. To: lodwick (#217)
#222. To: Grumble Jones (#205)
#223. To: christine (#222)
#224. To: rowdee (#221)
#225. To: rattler (#223)
#226. To: christine (#225)
#227. To: christine (#222)
i shopped in Beverly Hills and bought a red leather miniskirt with matching cropped jacket for that reunion!
#228. To: christine (#222)
. i shopped in Beverly Hills and bought a red leather miniskirt with matching cropped jacket for that reunion! what a waste.
#229. To: lodwick, christine (#227)
This, of course, requires pictures. :-)
#230. To: christine (#222)
i shopped in Beverly Hills and bought a red leather miniskirt with matching cropped jacket for that reunion!
#231. To: Grumble Jones (#201)
Back then they had those huge needles that were never sharpened.
#232. To: Axenolith, lodwick (#191)
No FREAKIN' way. Today, there are lots of people who are literally sociopathic. They would pick your pockets if you were laid out. You can see it in their demeanor and eyes.
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