Maybe, If you remember the Hudson, Fraiser, Packard autos, 5 cent pepsi and 5 cent candy bars that were even bigger back then, cracker jacks that had a pretty good toy in the box, Johnny Mac Brown, Rex Alan, Cisco Kid and Poncho. I think I can remember when General Electric was just a private. Okay old guys anti up
You forgot; "Sitting in the 'rumble seat' while your father was driving on the way to the beaches at Far Rockaway."
AuntiE
Loc: 45th Least Free State
jetson wrote:
Maybe, If you remember the Hudson, Fraiser, Packard autos, 5 cent pepsi and 5 cent candy bars that were even bigger back then, cracker jacks that had a pretty good toy in the box, Johnny Mac Brown, Rex Alan, Cisco Kid and Poncho. I think I can remember when General Electric was just a private. Okay old guys anti up
The female gender may not participate? I will anyway.
"Party line telephones"
jetson wrote:
Maybe, If you remember the Hudson, Fraiser, Packard autos, 5 cent pepsi and 5 cent candy bars that were even bigger back then, cracker jacks that had a pretty good toy in the box, Johnny Mac Brown, Rex Alan, Cisco Kid and Poncho. I think I can remember when General Electric was just a private. Okay old guys anti up
don't forget blackjack gum , comics for 10 cents and 15 cents for the special editions and those wonderful five and dime stores
Thanks Auntie: That reminded me of the people on the party lines. I use to remember when I hung up I'd pick the phone up and could here several other phones clicking, when they laid the receivers down. Funny now to think of it
Not that I am near as far along as you old farts, but I remember walking away from a coke machine, located in front of a gasoline station, with my hands shoved down in my pocket, while swearing I would never, never pay the ridiculous price of 10cents for a bottle of coke. Even if it was delivered from a coke machine where the bottles were hanging in ice cold water.
My first real job was working in a local grocery store as a bag boy. I had just graduated from 9th grade and it was summertime. By the time winter came and it was time to return to high school I had moved up through stock boy and was now working in the butcher department. I remember as if it was yesterday.. Standing behind this huge glass counter, filled with ice and letting the little old ladies select their 99cent whole chickens before I wrapped them up. (after cutting them into pieces with my ever handy paring knife) -- After a couple of days, I swear some of those old women began to look like those stupid chickens.
Snip, snip, and I had that chicken cut up into nine pieces in less than 15 seconds and was already showing the next girl her family dinner.
The owners (Two brothers) were WWII veterans (about 35 years old) and they played big band music through the ceiling speakers, music from the forties, all day long. You know, I still like hearing swing, even today.
Ah yes, memories. Most good, some bad. Especially little Miss Mary Higgenbottom, cracking the fiberglass trunk on my 56 Vet. (I really considered killing that girl - just as soon as I got my pants pulled back up)...
My favorite memories of growing up during the 50's included (all in the city)being able to catch fish and crawdads in the neighborhood creeks, helping my grandmother pick greens and peas, trying to pick off lizards with slingshots, dipping girls pigtails into inkwells, watching shows like "Red Ryder"w/Little Beaver, collecting and selling "coke" bottles at .03 each to make spending money, and making enough to have a good time. And, yes, there was a little redheaded girl that I worshiped from afar, yet never talked to her in the few years we went to school together. She never really seemed to appreciate the fact that I never approached her...or maybe she did!?!
Boy, did I ever want a Red Ryder BB gun!
AuntiE
Loc: 45th Least Free State
slatten49 wrote:
My favorite memories of growing up during the 50's included (all in the city)being able to catch fish and crawdads in the neighborhood creeks, helping my grandmother pick greens and peas, trying to pick off lizards with slingshots, dipping girls pigtails into inkwells, watching shows like "Red Ryder"w/Little Beaver, collecting and selling "coke" bottles at .03 each to make spending money, and making enough to have a good time. And, yes, there was a little redheaded girl that I worshiped from afar, yet never talked to her in the few years we went to school together. She never really seemed to appreciate the fact that I never approached her...or maybe she did!?!
My favorite memories of growing up during the 50's... (
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What time is it, it is ......?
Who's the leader of the gang.....?
The neighborhood belonged to whom?
AuntiE wrote:
What time is it, it is ......?
Who's the leader of the gang.....?
The neighborhood belonged to whom?
Are we talking radio or TV, young lady?
winnhere wrote:
You forgot; "Sitting in the 'rumble seat' while your father was driving on the way to the beaches at Far Rockaway."
Nah, it was riding in an open Model T on the way to Lido Beach.
AuntiE wrote:
The female gender may not participate? I will anyway.
"Party line telephones"
Party line 'phones AuntiE? You are a youngster. How about the old 'phones mounted on the wall where one had to turn the 'crank' and ask for 'Central' to connect you with your party?
AuntiE
Loc: 45th Least Free State
Old_Gringo wrote:
Party line 'phones AuntiE? You are a youngster. How about the old 'phones mounted on the wall where one had to turn the 'crank' and ask for 'Central' to connect you with your party?
Still in Pampers here. :lol:
TheCracker wrote:
Not that I am near as far along as you old farts, but I remember walking away from a coke machine, located in front of a gasoline station, with my hands shoved down in my pocket, while swearing I would never, never pay the ridiculous price of 10cents for a bottle of coke. Even if it was delivered from a coke machine where the bottles were hanging in ice cold water.
My first real job was working in a local grocery store as a bag boy. I had just graduated from 9th grade and it was summertime. By the time winter came and it was time to return to high school I had moved up through stock boy and was now working in the butcher department. I remember as if it was yesterday.. Standing behind this huge glass counter, filled with ice and letting the little old ladies select their 99cent whole chickens before I wrapped them up. (after cutting them into pieces with my ever handy paring knife) -- After a couple of days, I swear some of those old women began to look like those stupid chickens.
Snip, snip, and I had that chicken cut up into nine pieces in less than 15 seconds and was already showing the next girl her family dinner.
The owners (Two brothers) were WWII veterans (about 35 years old) and they played big band music through the ceiling speakers, music from the forties, all day long. You know, I still like hearing swing, even today.
Ah yes, memories. Most good, some bad. Especially little Miss Mary Higgenbottom, cracking the fiberglass trunk on my 56 Vet. (I really considered killing that girl - just as soon as I got my pants pulled back up)...
Not that I am near as far along as you old farts, ... (
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You must have been a gentleman, in addition to being a lover. All I had to do was button up. This was before zippers replaced buttons.) :lol:
Sorry about that. I didn't intend to embarrass the fairer sex.
My immediate guesses would be Howdy Doody, Mickey Mouse, and Mr. Rogers.
I hesitated because, What time is it, it's Howdy Doody Time, not it is Howdy Doody Time.
Who's the leader of the band, that's made for you and me, Mickey Mouse, Mickey Mouse. Band, not gang.
I just had to assume Mr. Rogers, but somehow uneasy.
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