Remember Andy Divine and Wild Bill Hickock....

Well,if you were in Fla in the '60s you might remember....YouTube - Broadcast Yourself.

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I grew up on Long Island.
Didn't move here until 1999.

Lincoln....

Edsel...
These were when cars were cars, not the cookie-cutter creations of today.

1955 Mercury line...



1959 Pontiac....



1963 Corvette...



The Amphicar...

Every week in the city, us kids attended the weekly Saturday Matinee at the Strand Theater.

Admission 12 cents, two movies, newsreel and cartoons galore.

Here is the guy we all went crazy over, Commando Cody, our hero.

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Flipper and Gentle Ben.

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No pix, but... We were living in Stratford, Connecticut, about 1937. I was 4 years old, taking a nap one afternoon when my father awakened me and carried me outside. He told me to look up. There was a droning noise and this big, cigar shaped thing up there. He told me it was the German Zeppelin Hindenburg. Turns out it was her next to last flight before she burned at Lakehurst. The flight pattern with the prevailing winds, led the ship over the Atlantic Coast, heading mostly south.

when i was senior in high school, dad bought a red 1960 dodge dart phoenix to replace his 1953 chevy. the dart had a 318 cid v8 and it moooooved. pop must have been feeling sporty and i even got to drive it a time or two.

i miss dad and his little red wagon.

"Space Patrol" with Commander Buzz Corry

Living in Bayside, LI, NY '59-'62, I recall the CD movies depicting the Ruskie's 'attack' on the US - and how large that He bomb's fireball would be, centered on Manhattan. 'Duck & cover' was pretty tough for a 6-8th grader. Fallout shelters! I also recall Kruschev travelled right in front of us - on the LIE - to the Russian ambassador's home - after taking his shoe off at the UN.

I also remember Steve McQueen and Richard Boone in their respective westerns, 'Wanted: Dead or Alive' and 'Have gun - Will Travel'. Plastic models for $.29 - $.98. Cap pistols. Living in NY - where did all of those switchblades come from? Beatniks. Elvis even went into the US Army!

Now, where did I leave my walker...

Stainz

Just messing with you Florida Guy.I love N.Y. My Grandfather was a New Yorker and came here to join up with Pan American Airlines.

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Rock 'n Roll,cars and Harley-Davidsons!





100 Greatest Rock 'n' Roll Songs of the '50s

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I wonder about copy rite probs from some of the previous posts...

I remember the anxiety of waiting for my piece of junk that I sent off my box tops for.

Our German Shepard *King* - He was a Dog's dog! Didn't care for the mail man though Or anyone else coming up to HIS door.

Pre-school -- I used to walk to, and play in, the park by myself (Lan Oak Park - Lansing, IL). I wonder if a kid could still do that safely in Lansing......

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I was 12 the summer of 1961. My brother and I sold boiled peanuts every day in the small town just a few miles from the farm. I bought the first gun I ever paid for with my own money. It is still one of my most prized possessions. I added the scope in the 80s when my sight started going.

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Man it smells OLD in here!

I grew up in the 50s, and I remember it as a great time...we only had a B&W TV then, in a console about the size of a refrigerator...we only got three channels, but it seemed like enough. Played sports instead of watching them. No cell phones, no computers, no internet, no video games...kids actually played outside. Played records (45s and 78s) on a record player, instead of a tiny little MP3 device.

There are so many things I remember fondly from my childhood, it's hard to list them all, and even harder to find any pictures. All in all, it just seems to be a much better, safer, happier time.

THAT'S BECAUSE IT WAS A BETTER TIME

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Have you ever told a kid recently that you used to have to get off the sofa and walk to the tv to change the channel?

And that they only came in black & white?

They'd probably think you're lying.

My dad had a remote control to change channels...ME!

My kids all groan and roll their eyes when I start on how different but better things were back then...they say "yeah, dad, we know you walked 20 miles uphill in the snow barefooted to school every day" and other disrespectful things like that!

The funny thing is, when I was in my teens and twenties, my dad was so stupid. Now, he is a genius! Maybe my kids will come around someday...(actually, they aren't bad kids at all.)

I'm sure you guys remember this.

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I have no pictures to share. But what I do remember are these things;
Your handshake was your bond, if you injured yourself with a tool, you looked around to make sure no one saw you and thought you were an idiot, you did not use curse words as it was a sign of ignorance, doors went unlocked at home, cars widows were left open, "getting by" on someone was not cute or cool, if you used illegal drugs then you were shuned, manners counted, education counted, fair play counted, respect was earned not legislated, God was prevalent in all we did, teachers taught and students paid attention, parents took responsibility for their children, policemen were respected, girls and women were treated with respect, and money was a means to an end and not the end to a means.
I can go on and on. I thank God everyday for the time I grew up in. Yes, this time has better medicine, and the world is a smaller place, but it is not better, it just is.

Uphill both ways.

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Back in the day, on the south end of the Boardwalk in Seaside Heights NJ, they had a shooting gallery with real .22's. First time I shot a handgun, a Model 18 (or Masterpiece, shooters weren't allowed to open the guns). 6 shots for a quarter (12 if you wanted the Rem auto rifles) of the "Gallery Loads", a wood composition bullet that moved very fast and left powder on the floor. I'd burn $2 in a night, knocking over the metal ducks and other critters on the "chain." Warm summer nights, pretty girls and the smell of the ocean, life was not only good it was very good. Joe

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Saturday morning TV. (after milking)
Lone Ranger
Fury
Sky King
Roy Rogers and Dale Evans ( and Nellybelle)
Rin Tin Tin ( YO Rinny!)
Good memories.

Hopalong Cassidy, Cisco Kid, Captain Video....have to dredge the memory banks some more. Memory kicked in, Boots & Saddles.

Reading the post below, watching political conventions to see who the cantidates were going to be instead of what they've become today.

Wish I still had Dad's 51 Studebaker.

Marching around the living room chanting "I like Ike!" (The Republican Convention was on TV).

Dad's yellow '49 Ford convertible (sold when we left the States).
Fishing with grandpa. Watching TV Westerns with grandpa before we left.

Dad and another guy sighting their deer rifles in a gravel pit in Washington State one fall. I sat on the trunk of the aforementioned Ford and watched.

Walking in the woods, in the snow, with dad.

Riding a horse to school. Playing cowboys and Indians with the other 3 boys that attended the school. Burying our guns in a badger hole in a dirt bank so Stalin couldn't come over and steel them during the night.

Silver bullet from the real Lone Ranger. Guess which Cowboy hero I was.

Ok, childhood memories?

Well here we go:

Living next to the railroad tracks and watching steam engines pull trains that carried troops and war materials during WWII.

The day I was at my grandfather's gas station and we all ran outside to the sound of an approaching airplane. It was an olive drab C-47 and the pilot was my uncle "J.J." who had been deployed and was on his way to New Guinea in 1943. He buzzed the gas station and made a couple of circles before disappearing over the horizon. He participated in the Nadzab airborne operation out of Port Morsbey. He was there for the duration and we didn't see him again until war's end.

Playing in the front yard on warm summer evenings...with all the kids in the neighborhood.

The smell of "white paste", finger paint, mimeograph ink, a new box of crayons, a freshly sharpened wooden pencil, a well used baseball mitt and football. The smell of an old, b&w tv that is nice and warm.

The smell of a kerosene lantern "burning" bugs at night on a river bank while fishing.

The smell of .22 rim fire ammunition.

The smell of ethylene glycol antifreeze....the smell of gasoline.

The sound of "ticking" alarm clocks, school clocks, the ring of an old telephone. The sound of an airplane flying overhead with real "round" engines.

The sound of an old a.m., tube radio on a stormy summer evening, during a thunderstorm.

The sound of walking across wooden, creaky floors in an old house.

The smell of a newly waxed hardwood floor.

The sound and smell of a nighttime rain while lying in bed with the windows open.

The taste and total experience of drinking a freshly opened, 6 oz. Coca Cola and the small green bottle.

The wonderful experience of selecting a bottle of "pop" out of the iced filled cooler, in front of the old, graveled paved gas station, with the gravity feed pumps and the oil change rack at the side of the building.

The smell and sensory experience of "front room" of my grandfather's Texaco station on the east side of Stillwater, Oklahoma....during World War II. This place smelled of gasoline, oil, tires, cigarettes, cigars, chewing tobacco and chocolate candy bars...Babe Ruth, Butter Fingers, regular Hershey and Snickers.

The excitement of hearing a military band march down the street playing a familiar Sousa march.

Burning leaves in the fall. A high school football game, played on real grass, with players wearing real leather helmets.

Taking the city bus for one dime to go to the movie "downtown" for a dime. A dime bought you a drink and a box of popcorn. You didn't care what time you arrived. You just watched the move....and then left...."where you came in."

Going to the barber to get a hair cut for twenty five cents, having the back of you neck cut with non electric clippers and best of all, the first time you got the back of your neck shaved.

Learning to swim at the YMCA swimming pool...when you were in the second grade....in a class with thirty little bare *** nekid boys! (Yuppers, that's the way they did it.)

The time the entire business district of the town got over run with crickets, ankle deep in all the streets, and the city loaded them in dump trucks with tractors and hauled them off to be burned.

The first jet aircraft I ever saw, in 1947 at a small town airshow on a country, grass strip airport. The jet didn't land, just did a low flyby....a postwar P-80.

Sitting at my grandfathers house watching him chew tobacco. He used the plug variety, cut off little pieces with a small, sharp pocket knife, and spit in an empty coffee can next to his easy chair.

The time there was a train derailment...in the street....in front of our house. My mother let me stay home from school to watch them put the cars back on the tracks.

I remember on a June day in 1950 coming home, my mother was in tears. She told me about the beginning of the Korean War.

This is just a sampling of random memories of my childhood. It is a wonderful experience just to sit here and think of things that were indelibly etched in my memory during my early years.

I could go on and on. I hope this is not "sensory overload"?

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Great stuff Charlie.
"Going to the barber to get a hair cut for twenty five cents, having the back of you neck cut with non electric clippers and best of all, the first time you got the back of your neck shaved."

I can't forget the smell of that wonderful talc they brushed on after shaving your neck.... Pinaud Clubman talc I think it was.


Thanks.

I'm not a senior citizen but my first firearm was ordered through the Sears catalog and deliverd to the house by the US Post Office. The hardware store had a little file of notes from parents allowing kids to buy ammo.

Large family Sunday dinners at granpa's small farm followed by icecream or homemade ginger snaps with milk and watching Disney's World of Color and Lassie. Then playing "ghost in the graveyard" with my cousins while the adults played cards in the dining room. Then saying good night to my grandparents, I can still see them taking their hugs and kisses from the grandkids and waving goodbye side by side underneath the lamp on their porch, then my dad carried us home - one on each shoulder - down the road with the crickets and night critters whooping it up in the shadows.

Does anybody else remember the smell of citronella or the sound of coal going down the coal scuttle into the coal locker in the basement?

I might not technically be a senior citizen, but I get the discount at most restraunts anyway without asking for it.

I remember an Ithaca 20 ga single shot hidden under my parents bed a couple of months before Christmas. Since I was the only boy and I didn't think it was for my sisters, it was all I could do to wait for Christmas that year.

Walking out in the back yard, calling "Tony" the community beagle, and going hunting right there.

Sitting on the bank of the creek, there was a natural seat right there, and catching brim, and rock bass as long as I had worms, crickets, grasshoppers, bread, or even a green leaf on a gold hook. Sometimes we used spinners or plugs. Those worked too. Or we could go up on the pond, and cast for bass or pike (Chain Pickerel, I know now).

Working on a Tomato farm for $5.00 a day, 10-12 hours a day, six days a week. Paid for the first gun I ever bought with that money. A Sears 12 ga double (Stevens 311, rebadged).

Prom night, my junior year. Tux with a white dinner jacket. Seeing Wilda in her formal gown for the first time when she walked into the room. WOW...She was the prettiest thing I had ever seen. Her dad shook my hand and told me "I trust you to have her home by 10:30. Don't let me down. Now y'all have fun. Drive careful." We did. And she was home at 10:25.

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Ah yes, I remember citronella.

When I was in the Army at Fort Jackson, South Carolina they heated all the old WWII vintage baracks with coal. That was "neat smell" early in the morning when they fired up the water heaters and furnaces all over the post. Also filled the air with a yellow/green smoke.

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Also, as an after thought, an old female friend from high school days read my above list of nostalgic things and had two to add:

Do you remember the smell of caps from your toy guns?

Do you remember the smell of entering and old fashioned drug store with a soda fountain?

Those were the two things she offered.

Also, the drug stores used to be symphony of smells, the soft drinks and ice cream from the soda fountain, candy and there was also an aroma of cosmetics. You know, perfumes, after shaves, etc. That is a similar smell that you get when you walk into a department store and they always have the cosmetic department right in front of the entrance, you know the clerks with the dyed black hair and always wearing black smocks?

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Also, as an after thought, an old female friend from high school days read my above list of nostalgic things and had two to add:

Do you remember the smell of caps from your toy guns?

Do you remember the smell of entering and old fashioned drug store with a soda fountain?

Those were the two things she offered.

Also, the drug stores used to be symphony of smells, the soft drinks and ice cream from the soda fountain, candy and there was also an aroma of cosmetics. You know, perfumes, after shaves, etc. [/QUOTE]

I remember the soda shop my friend's and I used to frequent.
I fondly remember the long (stick) pretzels, which we would always have with our egg cremes !! YUM

Four things that I remember that I haven't seen mentioned by anyone. These were maybe local things to the South in the 1940s. They are all pre-TV.
1. Communal drinking out of a garden hose in the summer when you were thirsty from playing.
2. Scoring an ice sliver from the iceman that brought blockice around on a mule-pulled wagon. He would cut a small block (
however many pounds you wanted from a large slab with an icepick) and carry up to your house on a leather pad over his shoulders and down his back. He would put it in your icebox for you. When he cut the small block off, ice chips would be broken off. You ALWAYS asked him if you could have one and he always said YES. Then, you ALWAYS said Thank You.
3. Playing 'Kick the Can' under the streetlight in the street until black dark and then, being whistled home by your Grandma or Granddad or Mother.
4. This fourth one will be remembered by many. Radio plays.
Before TV, there were 1/2 hour plays on the radio, usually Sat. or Sun. night. 'The Shadow', 'Inner Sanctum', 'Sgt. Preston of the Yukon', and many others were the exciting programs of the day. Since they used your imagination, rather than somebody else's, some of them would scare the Beejesus out of you. And you couldn't stop listening.

It was a simpler, safer time, where there was much 'black and white' in all situations, very little gray. You knew when you were wrong and you knew what the punishment was going to be. Was the risk worth the reward? Not normally.

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Do you remember the smell of caps from your toy guns?


Now there's a memory!I think this says a lot about why we all gather here.

Remember Pop Guns?

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