How old are ya?

And of course drinking from the garden hose, riding in the back of a pickup truck and playing baseball in the street with a wooden bat until it was too dark to see. Oh yeah, looking at the girlie pictures in the sears and roebuck catalog, man we really lived on the line didn't we! LOL
 
In a couple weeks I'll be 455 in dog years. I attended a day long seminar 30 yrs ago held by a prof. from a Univ. in Colorado (I think). It was a mandatory company sponsored deal. It was titled something like "you are what you are because of the way things were then".
The jist of it was: Your base values for the rest of your life, are formed by age 10, and your environment in those 10 yrs is what shapes those values.
I really believe that concept. If that concept is in fact true we're repopulating this country with people that do not understand how to behave or much less take care of there offspring.
Again, if that concept is true children today are learning their values from a T.V..
One of the pre vaccine rumors was "drinking out of a garden hose might give you Polio" To this day, I avoid it.
 
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When a man who supported his family by manual labor was considered normal. One of the best compliments you could give a man was " he is a hard worker".
 
I was born in '53. I remember watching American Bandstand when the guys wore Brylcreem and the girls wore bobbi socks and poodle skirts. Jimmy Dean Show, Hollywood Palace, The Rat Pack. Milton Berle, Ed Sullivan, the list goes on. Reality was what happened from the time you got up in the morning until you turned on the tv at night. The tv was not turned on during the day except Sat. & Sun.(cartoons and Billy Graham)
I don't remember any of my friends parents being divorced, I know my mom and dad got along. We would have been considered poor now, but we didn't know it. It was a good life and there is such a contrast between now and then! If it sounds like I miss it...I do.
Mike
 
HUMMMM---
We didn't have any street lights, most of the roads were gravel or sand, first five years we had no indoor plumbing or electricity. The town was so small that three blocks from the court house was outside the city limits. I am 70.
Blessings
 
Well I guess I'm really a youngster. My first gal of gas was about 1.00 I think. That should tell you how much the price has went up in the last 11years. I also remember being on the way to my work study when 9/11 happened Senior year of high school.
 
Well I guess I'm really a youngster. My first gal of gas was about 1.00 I think. That should tell you how much the price has went up in the last 11years. I also remember being on the way to my work study when 9/11 happened Senior year of high school.

Hey Batta, your here with what is generally pretty good people, your making some right choices !!!
 
It's amazing that any of us older folks survived our childhoods.

I remember rolling down the road standing up on the front seat next to my Dad in his / our 1955 Cadillac, which he bought used by the way.

I also remember playing with Mercury in school, moving it back & forth between hands. Now, if even a little bit gets spilled they evacuate the School.

Don't even get me started on eating lead paint chips & playing around in piles of asbestos while getting sprayed with DDT. :p

Don't forget playing with some mercury if you found some !
 
My dad's car was a Desoto
Our neighbor had a Kaiser
My first car was a Nash and I longed for a Studebaker Golden Hawk :)

You had to wait for the other folks on the party line to finish before you could use the phone. THE phone sat on the phone desk and had a rotary dial and was make of Bakelite - You could kill someone if you hit them with it. The first 2 numbers of a phone number was a word - Ours was Turner (coincidentally, my dad was a Roll Turner which is where the name came from). If you wanted to make a Long Distance call you went through The Operator.
Remember The Operator?
One of my first girlfriend's older sister was an Operator - The only one I've ever met.

I remember the first TV in the neighbor hood - Your notebook computer has a larger screen and much clearer picture. There were 3 stations for a long time in the Chicago Area and then suddenly there were 6 (!) (2 UHF and Ch.11), however the UHF stations were like a joke till they started doing the Sox games on channel 44....

Almost everything I see in *Antique Stores* is the stuff that was new when I was a kid.....

As a pre-school kid I could walk to the park 4 blocks away with my little sister and play all day - And NOBODY would bother us.

Oh yeah - The largest Studebaker dealer in the USA was 2 blocks from our house @ 38th and Georgia.
The largest Chevy dealer in Indiana was 2 blocks from my GrandParent's house @ 35th and Broadway.

One more:
The United States of America was THEEEEEE BEST at EVERYTHING! What happened????
 
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I'm a youngster. We had he-man and thundercats on TV when I was small kid. A gallon of gas was .95 and we could bring a pocket knife to school and not get expelled.
 
I remember when the Monolith appeared. Things just weren't the same after that.
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I don't remember any of my friends parents being divorced, I know my mom and dad got along. We would have been considered poor now, but we didn't know it. It was a good life and there is such a contrast between now and then! If it sounds like I miss it...I do.
Mike

So true. I remember that we only knew of one divorce in our neighborhood - the dry cleaner - people whispered about it. It was a great time to grow up (50's) - we didn't have a lot either but I felt like we were rich. After school, a bunch of us (being 11 or 12) would grab our 22's and head up to the dump to shoot rats - strutting down the neighborhood streets with guns over our shoulders - no one gave it a thought.
 
Old enough to have driven this rascal with 6 up.
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Not quite as old as you guys but: I picked up bottles along side ditches to take to the store for money to play pinball and get a soda. I was born 1960

I used to prowl the back alleys of Manhattan Beach with my wagon looking for bottles.

Small were .03, big were .05. And I had a better collection of Playboys than the old man! :D
 
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