Do You Remember?

AAH...the good ole days! A friend sent this to me. My classmates discussed quite a few of these things from our younger days; on the site we used to have. I believe I remembered them all but, maybe. one. How many can you remember?

Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?' 'We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,' I informed him. 'All the food was slow.' 'C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?' 'It was a place called 'at home,'' I explained. 'Mom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.' By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table. But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it : Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis , set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card. In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card. The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears & Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died. My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow). We didn't have a television in our house until I was 19. It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people. I was 21 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called 'pizza pie. When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had. I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line. Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was. All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers --my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which he got to keep 2 cents. He had to get up at 6AM every morning. On Saturday, he had to collect the 42 cents from his customers. His favorite customers were the ones who gave him 50 cents and told him to keep the change. His least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day. Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive. If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing. Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?
MEMORIES from a friend : My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it.. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to 'sprinkle' clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.
How many do you remember?
Head light dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
Real ice boxes.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards..
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.
Older Than Dirt Quiz : Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about. Ratings at the bottom..
1. Blackjack chewing gum & Teaberry also
2.Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
5. Coffee shops or diners with tableside juke boxes
6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines on the telephone
8. Newsreels before the movie
9. P.F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11. TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (there were only 3 channels [if you were fortunate])
12. Peashooters
13.. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S& H greenstamps
16. Hi-fi's
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19. Blue flashbulb
20. Packards
21. Roller skate keys
22. Cork popguns
23. Drive-ins
24. Studebakers
25. Wash tub wringers
If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older
If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age
If you remembered 16-25 = You're older than dirt!

I might be older than dirt, but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.

Decisions and Changes

I have been doing some thinking the past few days and I have made some decisions that will change things in my life. For the last 12 years, I had worked for a public school system; monitoring special needs children on buses. I loved it and it was very fulfilling to me. My co-workers were awesome. The best you could ever find anywhere. When I had to leave my job, it was one of the hardest things I've done. Everyone was sad, lots of tears and promises to stay in touch, much like you would expect when you graduate from school. I did get several addresses, phone and cell numbers; along with email addresses. But, sad to say, it hasn't worked out that way. I have tried to call and send pictures but I have, only 2 friends that stay in touch. One writes because she doesn't like to text; the other calls. It isn't that I find fault. They have busy lives and as I've learned through life, the best made promises 'fall to the wayside'. We all meant well at the time but things happen. I love them, they were my family. Many of them always will be. But now it's time we are let off the hook of those promises. It was good for then. They have left a mark in my life and on my heart forever. So, I say farewell to another wonderful chapter in my life, ready to get on to the next.
The next decision I made was to let my Facebook and Myspace go. It isn't that exciting to me. I go on myspace now, only to mess with the music and facebook, well, to me; it's boring. If I put more of myself into it, I surely would get more out of it. But, I need more. I need things that challenge me, teach me something or snap up my interest. Even my journal has not interested me in the way it did. Sometimes you can have so much going on that it takes away from other things. I find myself flittering from one site to another. I intend to write but I will be taking some idle time to refocus. While I do that, I'm staying in my family sites that my BN worked up.
When I come back to my journal, I hope I will be able to extract a few comments from people besides my sister and niece. My objective was to have a journal that we could all share. I just want to write a thought or memory but spur others on to share their thoughts and memories , as well. That's what would make this journal more exciting.
This is a bit of what I have going on in my thoughts and a bit of what's in my heart.