You realize you just caused half (if not more) of the old codgers here to spit out their dentures, laughing.

Shame. Have some consideration. :XD:

Quid pro quo; and you AntiE could put a gun to my head and might as well shoot me, as await my completing a post with good and proper grammar.

I did a little Google research and low and behold. The running board all but disappeared on the 1941 Ford.

From 1942 until the end of WWII... Ford did not manufacture automobiles for civilian use. The limited production was sent off to the war effort.

When they re-introduced the civilian after the war it was still like the 42... No running board, just a protrusion in the body..

Now we all know the 49 Ford was a big change and very streamlined for the day. (My first car)

You are not fooling me AuntiE... You are adding algebraically.

Where are they going? Being from Main, they should not be considered Republican in the first place.

Guess they are going to help Democrats or become a candidate for the (D) party?

Who was the last p**********l candidate for the pragmatist party?

Yes. You are correct about the vets. My 59 was Red with a white panel down the side.

This got me thinking again (will I never learn) and raised even more questions.

Here are two. Which, one of the other mature citizens around here may have the answer for:

What year did the automobiles switch to wrap around windshields and did all the manufacturers mysteriously all switch at the same time?

When did the running boards disappear from the American car?

Nice country, but I gotta tell you the hottest place I have ever been (and that includes the Florida Swamps) is the east coast of North Carolina.

I am thinking of Tabor City in particular..... a bit west of Wilmington and too far inland for the ocean breezes. God that town is as close to Hell as you can get in the summertime. At least it was the couple of times I was there.

You should have tried something simple like teach him to use the "C and D" scale to divide. It would have scared the heeby jeebies out of him.

Oh yes, those were the days.

Don't give up Gringo. If you follow 75 just a little south you will hit Lee county and my homeland.

On the West side of 75 out to the gulf is a wasteland full of Yankees, sirens, highrises, gunshots and all the sodomites you could ever rile against

However. Turn East and within ten minutes you are in God's country, Just cattle, mangrove, swamp and citrus galore. Population density drops way down and you can step out in your front yard and fire off your 30-30 anytime day or night.

Only problem is: We ain't selling this swamp land to the Yankees. At least I hope the young folks don't.

Same thing up here in the Smokey mountains where we keep a summer home. Just like Sarasota back in the fifties.

Have hope.

Movin cattle out of the swamp onto high ground.


Cracker in his black hat.

Your last statement about polio shots caused me to reminisce then realize those funny smallpox ? scars on our shoulders have disappeared?

Where did they go. With the wind? Sigh!

Oh, you poor thing. Y'all doin better now - can you get back home for a visit?

Citrus will be picked soon, and you could obviously use some of that liquid sunshine..(not from concentrate)

This is a good thread. Good for a number of reasons. It can be shown to grand children and will most assuredly confuse the heck out of them. It also primes the memory well, for all us, old duffers.

I am enjoying this. I hope you are also.

Now to spill out a few more goodies which have bubbled up while reading others memories.

How about:

Sticking your foot in that (what we now know was dangerous) shoe fitting, and "irradiating" x-ray machine in the shoe store?

Watching a steam locomotive pull a string of RR cars across the country and listening to the steam whistle wail it's mournful tune late at night. Maybe the spinning of drive wheels on the locomotives as they tried to get the train moving from the yard? All those really neat moving parts which (unlike today's diesel electrics) could actually be seen (if not really understood) and a thrill for little boys to watch... Like laying a penny on the track then finding it squashed after the train passed over it.

The slow ride in a farm wagon pulled by a team of horses, and how the brakes worked?

78 rpm records on a wind up Victrola.

Standing behind my dads back while he was sitting in "his chair" and listening to Amos and Andy on the Phillips radio. (No TV back then)

The first "house - wall air conditioner" which only cooled the air around the chair next to it.

This one I especially remember from a visit to a relatives house was. (a hand water pump extending from the kitchen counter - next to the kitchen sink) - and knowing what the little jar of water sitting beside it was for, and why it had to be refilled before you quit pumping.

Ah, heck. Here I go giving away my age again.

So.... How about you - did I spring a few memories worth repeating with this little missive?

Share friends, keep the well primed, and we all might be surprised with the amount of memories which flow from it!

Sigh, I never heard that one before, and I like it.

Thanks

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 h*****g 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 k*****g that girl - just as soon as I got my pants pulled back up)...