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Jun 11, 2019 21:50:32   #
Don G. Dinsdale
 
Lost Words From Our Childhood:


Murgatroyd! Do you remember that word? Would you believe the spell-checker did not recognize the word, Murgatroyd? Heavens to Murgatroyd!

The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy; and he looked at her quizzically and said, "What the heck is a Jalopy?"

Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle.

About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology These phrases included: Don't touch that dial, Carbon copy, You sound like a broken record, and Hung out to dry.

Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley!

We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley; and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!

Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.;

Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn't anymore.

Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It's your nickel Don't forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty I'll see you in the funny papers. Don't take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses.

It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff! (Carter's Little Liver Pills are gone too!)

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It's one of the greatest advantages of aging.

Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth...

See ya later, alligator! Okidoki.

WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50'S ... NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN ... WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS: LIVING IN THE PEACEFUL AND COMFORTABLE TIMES, CREATED FOR US BY THE “GREATEST GENERATION!”

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Jun 11, 2019 22:11:20   #
no propaganda please (a regular here)
 
Don G. Dinsdale wrote:
Lost Words From Our Childhood:


Murgatroyd! Do you remember that word? Would you believe the spell-checker did not recognize the word, Murgatroyd? Heavens to Murgatroyd!

The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy; and he looked at her quizzically and said, "What the heck is a Jalopy?"

Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle.

About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology These phrases included: Don't touch that dial, Carbon copy, You sound like a broken record, and Hung out to dry.

Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley!

We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley; and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!

Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.;

Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn't anymore.

Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It's your nickel Don't forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty I'll see you in the funny papers. Don't take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses.

It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff! (Carter's Little Liver Pills are gone too!)

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It's one of the greatest advantages of aging.

Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth...

See ya later, alligator! Okidoki.

WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50'S ... NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN ... WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS: LIVING IN THE PEACEFUL AND COMFORTABLE TIMES, CREATED FOR US BY THE “GREATEST GENERATION!”
Lost Words From Our Childhood: br br br Murga... (show quote)


That takes me back-in my personal way back machine. Superman will not need a phone book because there will be no Superman. That would be judgemental, and saying that one person is better than another is so very hateful. Can't have that can we? But we can thank the greatest generation for their honor, caring and willingness to sacrifice to make a better and safer world, even if the next generation or two did everything to destroy that dream.

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Jun 11, 2019 22:47:26   #
Gatsby (a regular here)
 
Don G. Dinsdale wrote:
Lost Words From Our Childhood:


Murgatroyd! Do you remember that word? Would you believe the spell-checker did not recognize the word, Murgatroyd? Heavens to Murgatroyd!

The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy; and he looked at her quizzically and said, "What the heck is a Jalopy?"

Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle.

About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology These phrases included: Don't touch that dial, Carbon copy, You sound like a broken record, and Hung out to dry.

Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley!

We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley; and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!

Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.;

Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn't anymore.

Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It's your nickel Don't forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty I'll see you in the funny papers. Don't take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses.

It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff! (Carter's Little Liver Pills are gone too!)

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It's one of the greatest advantages of aging.

Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth...

See ya later, alligator! Okidoki.

WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50'S ... NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN ... WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS: LIVING IN THE PEACEFUL AND COMFORTABLE TIMES, CREATED FOR US BY THE “GREATEST GENERATION!”
Lost Words From Our Childhood: br br br Murga... (show quote)


Well, No Sh"t Sherlock?

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Jun 11, 2019 22:59:27   #
DaWg44
 
I am of that age. What bothers me now is I have no clue what all the new words liberals are using mean, signaling, micro aggression, ..... I think it is part of a conspiracy to put one over on us. I knew I was getting left behind when I opened a door for a young lady & she turned around in the middle of the doorway & said, “Let’s get one damn thing perfectly straight. I am capable of opening doors for myself!” The devil on my shoulder almost convinced me to let go of the door.

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Jun 11, 2019 23:02:10   #
grace scott
 
I grew up in the 40's. Yep. I'm older than dirt.

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Jun 11, 2019 23:18:31   #
Carol Kelly (a regular here)
 
DaWg44 wrote:
I am of that age. What bothers me now is I have no clue what all the new words liberals are using mean, signaling, micro aggression, ..... I think it is part of a conspiracy to put one over on us. I knew I was getting left behind when I opened a door for a young lady & she turned around in the middle of the doorway & said, “Let’s get one damn thing perfectly straight. I am capable of opening doors for myself!” The devil on my shoulder almost convinced me to let go of the door.


And, I hate to mention this one, but we were gay when the party was hopping.

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Jun 11, 2019 23:18:41   #
DaWg44
 
I grew up on a small farm, digging in the dirt to make a living. I am back digging in the same dirt, trying to stay healthy & sane, can certainly buy what we raise much cheaper. I take the same salt & pepper shakers to the garden I did when I was 6-7 years old, pick a tomato, ear of sweet corn, or cucumber rub it on my shirt & eat it. I eat more strawberries in the field than I bring in the house.

We never had a tv before I left home. We haven’t had one now in 14 years, don’t miss it. It gets dark at night where we live so we can see the stars. It is quiet so we can hear nature.

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Jun 11, 2019 23:38:27   #
Carol Kelly (a regular here)
 
DaWg44 wrote:
I grew up on a small farm, digging in the dirt to make a living. I am back digging in the same dirt, trying to stay healthy & sane, can certainly buy what we raise much cheaper. I take the same salt & pepper shakers to the garden I did when I was 6-7 years old, pick a tomato, ear of sweet corn, or cucumber rub it on my shirt & eat it. I eat more strawberries in the field than I bring in the house.

We never had a tv before I left home. We haven’t had one now in 14 years, don’t miss it. It gets dark at night where we live so we can see the stars. It is quiet so we can hear nature.
I grew up on a small farm, digging in the dirt to ... (show quote)


I wish we could grow tomatoes. From the store, they just don’t compare. Lucky you.

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Jun 12, 2019 01:52:08   #
sisboombaa
 
Carol Kelly wrote:
I wish we could grow tomatoes. From the store, they just don’t compare. Lucky you.


Ah yes, store bought tomatoes. They are picked green for safer shipping but should ripen on the vine. Back 30-35 years ago I raised chickens and would swap eggs for home grown tomatoes with a young lady that was a "sexy tomato" herself.

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Jun 12, 2019 06:52:20   #
billy a
 
I was born in '55, and am "kid" to some of you,
but agree we were Blessed to live in the time we were given.
Love and Light...

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Jun 12, 2019 08:32:17   #
Carol Kelly (a regular here)
 
sisboombaa wrote:
Ah yes, store bought tomatoes. They are picked green for safer shipping but should ripen on the vine. Back 30-35 years ago I raised chickens and would swap eggs for home grown tomatoes with a young lady that was a "sexy tomato" herself.


Happy memories. I remember sitting in my Granny’s garden on a hot summer day picking the forbidden fruit (tomatoes) off the vine and eating them right there. Even better when you know you’re not supposed to do it.

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Jun 12, 2019 09:03:58   #
crazylibertarian (a regular here)
 
Don G. Dinsdale wrote:
Lost Words From Our Childhood:


Murgatroyd! Do you remember that word? Would you believe the spell-checker did not recognize the word, Murgatroyd? Heavens to Murgatroyd!

The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy; and he looked at her quizzically and said, "What the heck is a Jalopy?"

Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle.

About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology These phrases included: Don't touch that dial, Carbon copy, You sound like a broken record, and Hung out to dry.

Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley!

We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley; and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!

Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.;

Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn't anymore.

Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It's your nickel Don't forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty I'll see you in the funny papers. Don't take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses.

It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff! (Carter's Little Liver Pills are gone too!)

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It's one of the greatest advantages of aging.

Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth...

See ya later, alligator! Okidoki.

WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50'S ... NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN ... WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS: LIVING IN THE PEACEFUL AND COMFORTABLE TIMES, CREATED FOR US BY THE “GREATEST GENERATION!”
Lost Words From Our Childhood: br br br Murga... (show quote)




I turn 75 on June 30.

How about, "You sound like a broken record?"

FYI, there is a sound museum somewhere in the US of A. You can listen to things such as the dialing sounds of the rotary telephones, typewriters along with their warning bells. There are many others.

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Jun 12, 2019 09:34:39   #
Don G. Dinsdale
 
crazylibertarian wrote:
I turn 75 on June 30.

How about, "You sound like a broken record?"

FYI, there is a sound museum somewhere in the US of A. You can listen to things such as the dialing sounds of the rotary telephones, typewriters along with their warning bells. There are many others.

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76 Last April 17th... Don D.

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Jun 12, 2019 11:31:55   #
Wonttakeitanymore (a regular here)
 
DaWg44 wrote:
I am of that age. What bothers me now is I have no clue what all the new words liberals are using mean, signaling, micro aggression, ..... I think it is part of a conspiracy to put one over on us. I knew I was getting left behind when I opened a door for a young lady & she turned around in the middle of the doorway & said, “Let’s get one damn thing perfectly straight. I am capable of opening doors for myself!” The devil on my shoulder almost convinced me to let go of the door.


A young guy at work told me I spiked your water! I quit drinking 26 years ago, so I was alarmed! He meant he took a drink! Wow!!

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Jun 12, 2019 12:35:35   #
F.D.R. (a regular here)
 
I was born in '42 so the 50's was my 'coming of age' time and it couldn't have been a better time to grow up. Some in the neighborhood still raised chickens & pigeons. One neighbor even had a few pigs. We swam in the polluted waters of the Hudson river and Newark bay pushing aside the oil and sewage. We had a weekly fight with kids from the adjacent neighborhood just about every Saturday. We'd fight until someone got hurt and cried then we'd stop, nobody died. Boy how times have changed and they call it 'progress'. I don't think so.

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