In the snow!

Much too young to feel this D --- old!

I ain't a wordsmith like most of you that have posted in this thread. So I'll just share with ya that I'm 35.

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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This...is my BOOMSTICK

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.

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Lou

Old enough to have driven this rascal with 6 up.

Now that is a "history" lesson!!!!!!
I'm 70.

If I'd known I was gonna live this long, I'd have taken better care of myself.

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Living a dream - S&WCA #2364

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!

Hell, I went to night school so my little brother could wear the uniform during the day. We hot bunked too!

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Forum consigliere

I'm 68 but after reading these posts I feel like 20. And all those aches and pains from the cold? Don't feel them much right now. I could read posts like these all day. What experiences we've (collectively) had, living in times that will never return. Thanks All.

My wife brings that one to my attention regularly.

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Incoming fire has right of way

And I have Smiths I have had way over 35 years .

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Incoming fire has right of way

Need a BS flag for that one.

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Incoming fire has right of way

Anyone remember how cold it was in Korea?

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Incoming fire has right of way

They still have one of the old coaches here in Cheyenne.
Drove it in the Cheyenne Frontier Days Parade about 50 years ago.

One of the few around at that time that knew how to handle a 6 horse hitch.

I haven't seen the parade for years but I think they may still carrying on the tradition even today.

I havent read each post, but $100s in the mid 50s would be the equivlent to $850s to $1,100s now depending on what formula you use.
Measuring Worth - Measures of worth, inflation rates, saving calculator, relative value, worth of a dollar, worth of a pound, purchasing power, gold prices, GDP, history of wages, average wage
In the mid 50s I remember working for around 50 to 65 cents a hour on my knees in the fields. In the late 50s it was a buck a hour in canning factorys with no OT premium or benneys. i960 and 1961 I got around $2s a hour in the national park service firefighting etc. 1962 I hired into the wisconsin state conservation dept for $320s a month! A $65 s&w back then would be roughly $600s now. So have those prices really changed that much considering what amount of work it took to buy the same stuff? I will say the biggest difference has to be everything to do medicaly speaking. I recently was going through old paperwork my mother kept. I found the hospital AND doctor bill for my brith in early 1941. I think she was in the hospital three days with me and the entire bill was around $47 DOLLARS!

The only people you saw with a hat on backwards were the umpire and the backcatcher.

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Milkmen.
While-you-wait tire retreads.
Engine oil dispensed in bulk into your own five-gallon container by the hardware department of your local Sears store, and then when you changed oil at home you poured from your container into a glass oil dispenser jar with a conical top.
Nashes. Packards. Crosleys. And so many more.
Standing with your feet in the X-ray machine after you bought shoes so your mother could see you had room for your toes to grow in the next six months.
My parents let my brothers and me buy our first .22 (a Winchester 67 single shot) from the owner of a toy store they knew, and we bought ammunition from him too -- 73 cents a box for long rifle.
You still got zinc pennies and Indian head cents in change, and a penny WAS change rather than an annoyance, because you could actually buy things with two or three of them.
Navajo and PIE trucks in the southwest with big "Explosives" signs on their sides.
And yes, Whiting Bros. gas at 16.9 a gallon.

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David Wilson

I'm pretty sure we started the first grade together. Larry

Did "Wild Bill" ride shotgun for you before he got in the poker game? Larry

David, I well remember those foot xray machines. Back in the 40s I was mowing down a bunch of krauts with the ringer on ma`s washing machine. When the heines was overwhelming me I got excited and my fingers, hand and forearm squeezed through the wringer. Being broke they took me to a shoe store and had me lay on my gut and put my arm in to see if the bones were broke. I carry a ugly scar to this day on my wrist where it squeezed the flesh up towards my elbow. My arm glows in the dark too!

First liar ain't got a chance. Larry

I was born in 1941 so I am old by any standard. I am like the 100 yr. old person being interviewed on their birthday. The re-porter said to the old person. You have seen a lot of changes in your life haven't you? The old person said yes and I have objected to all of them. Larry

I saw a 106 year old woman interviewed and it was near christmas. The interviewer asked her what christmas was like then. She replied," Hell, I dont know. That was a 100 years ago!"

Don't blame me for any of this stuff. I voted for Ford.

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Even older, even crankier....

I have to be old---I read the replies and can remember them as if they were yesterday--matter of fact, those memories are more clear than yesterday.
My phone number was 352G---our phone, when wemoved to town, hung on the wall---that was the first phone we had.

Hummm--what day is it anyway?
Blessings

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TEXAS, by GOD

Yep life was good back then. I was a country boy so I remember two holers, liver and lites the day a hog was killed and brains and eggs the next morning, walking down the road (after it was paved) in the summer and busting tar bubbles with my toes. I also remember a community work day hauling CD supplies into a local cave for a fallout shelter. 16 was great and I could legally drive and 18 was a mixed bag because of graduation and reg for the draft.
Ah yes I remember it all. I guess I remember it all, I don't know of a thing I have forgot.
Larry

I lived on Chicago's south side from birth 1947 until I was 17. Things of this period were not all that great, especially for my mother who worked her tail off just to keep us clean and fed. What I remember most fondly I guess was the mutual respect among families, and the complete lack of crime.

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SOS USA

Western Electric rented the telephone you used and if one "came across" another one would have to disable the ringer so one wouldn't get caught and have to pay back rent for the extra phone.
All the rich kids in town had their very own telephone number and listing in the town's telephone directory right under their parent's listing.
The telephone numbers started with the first two letters of the name of the exchange. LU9-5982 was said aloud as Luther nine five nine eight two.
And I was born in '55, so most of my earliest memories are from the '60s.

Our phone number on the barb wire network was 2 longs and a short.

Old enough to have watched Stan the Man Musial play at Sportsman's Park in St. Louis. Old enough to remember gas at $.23 a gallon and they pumped it for you and checked under the hood. Old enough to remember waiting for the day when the next year's cars were going to be introduced. Old enough to remember when "Return to Sender" came out. Old enough to remember shopping for fallout shelters when people were selling them off the street in 1962 and old enough to remember the look on my mother's face when JFK was killed.

I was born in 1954 in Memphis Tennesse and about 400 yards from where I was born Rock and Roll was also being born at a place called Sun Studios.

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LIVE FROM THE DAWGHOUSE

I consider myself very lucky. I was blessed with haveing great, if not the best parents (christian), born at the right time, (april 41), a great area, rual wisconsin. Durring the war my mom ran a large country general store in a small village, auroaville wisconsin. A mill pond was a few yards away, a Dam, mill and the willow creek ran behind the store.
I was brought up listening to the old timers spinning yarns sitting on the loafer benchs in front of the store in summer and chairs around the old stove in the store in winter. My job was to guard the cookie case and ice cream freezer when ma had to do stuff in the back. I did a bad job of it as it seems a bunch of ghosts got by me and raided it.
We knew everyone in the county and mom let me roam for maybe a mile radius everyday from 4 years old up! (She would be jailed for that now!) Good fishing was a few steps outside. I know I ranged the area with a .22 rifle from 8 or 9 years old. Across the road from the store a cripled guy would set up a movie screen in a empty lot one night a week for free shows. They would pass a hat.
One mistake. My mother sent me to school somehow at 4 years and 4 months old in first grade! I was a big kid but still in over my head with my schoolmates that were always two years older than me all the way through school. They literaly shoved me through all the grades and I do think it in ways affected my life.
Age for age, I am glad I wasnt born 30 years latter! I never knew one kid all the way through even high school that was on drugs. It didnt exist in my time frame in our area. I went to a 100% white high school. Of course I am sure that had nothing to do with not knowing what drugs, graffiti, gangs and bars over windows were.
Jobs working on truck farms in summer was available to all of us kids from about 13 years old. You could always get a job pricking strawberries, cukes, or haying etc. Most of the kids did work and had pocket money. Fist fights were common but stabbings and shootings were unheard of. Drinking and smokeing was far more common than now. In the smaller towns and outback countys police and deputys leo`s had little training and mostly no acadamys. It was common to be hired off the street and go right to work! Yet it seemed there was far more respect for the officers! For the most part they were by themselves and had no real backup. I once actualy was hired in a town of about 5,000, but never went to work as my boss promoted me to foreman when I started to quit. They were going to put me on the street without any training!
We didnt have computers, most of us didnt have tv, bathrooms or air conditioning, but I belive it was better times for most of us.

No, it wasn't. It was by Little Richard; Pat Boone did the cover.

$47. FOR THREE DAYS!! You were born in a high class hospital. I have the bill from Sept. 1941 when I was born and the bill for 12 days was $57.50. Larry

Every kid in the neighborhood was welcome at our house. I was welcome at theirs. Kids would come to our house to see us and if we were gone they would ask if the dog could come out and play. If I was at a house and we did something that was cause to get a spanking, we all got one. And if Mom found out, when we got home, might just get another. At the very least you would be banished to your room to think it over. Nothing to do but read or listen to the radio. Same was true at our house. Don't ever remember any parents being upset by the fact that someone disiplined their little darlings. Simpler way of life.

But I don't miss the two or three times when I would go to school and find out that so and so would be out for the rest of the year because they had polio. Or the summers we couldn't go to the swimming pool because of the polio scare. Or the six weeks that my mom spent in the hospital with a heart attack. (the same attack today is an overnighter to get you stablized and then home for a couple of days with a followup at a specialist.)The good old days have a way of seeming better that they really were. OK, this is going down hill, I think I will end it now. GB

Born in 33 and these posts bring back a lot of memories. Gas was 10 cents a gallon and cigarettes were 9 and 10 cents. Cost 10 cents to go to the saturday movies. To young for WWII but old enouth for Korea and Vietnam. Payed 9 cents a pack for cigarettes in 52 on Okinawa. Took a rifle to my high school class for show and tell and my first car was a 37 Ford coupe. Had indoor plumbing but the toilet flushed out into the creek in front of the house. Good thread.

Three elderly ladies are sitting around. First one says, "I'm 70
years old but (rap, rap, rap) knock on wood, I'm still sharp. But,
some times I go to the store for two items and I'll forget one of
them."
Second one says, "Well, I'm 75 years old but (rap, rap, rap) knock
on wood, I'm still sharp. But, some times I'll call someone, dial
the number, and by the time they pick up the phone I've forgotten
who I've called."
Third one says, "Well, I'm 80 years old but (rap, rap, rap)...
Come in!"

An elderly gentleman came home one night to find a homeless girl
of about seventeen ransacking the place. He grabbed her by the arm
and was just about to call the police when the girl dropped down on
her knees and pleaded, "Please don't call the police, mister, oh
please!! If you don't, I'll let you make love to me and do whatever
you want with my body!"
The old man thought for a moment and decided to give in. Soon they
were naked and in bed together. The old man tried hard and tried hard,
but he couldn't get up an erection. Finally, he rolls over, exhausted,
and embarassed.
"I'm sorry, young lady...but it's no use," he gasped. "I'm afraid...
I'm going to have to...call the police...after all."

Three old-timers are sitting on the front porch of their retirement
home, kinda' quiet when the first old fella says "You know, things
just ain't what they used to be. I used to get up in the morning,
take myself a good piss, and I'd feel great for the day. Now, I get
up and it's hardly a trickle anymore... Hurts like hell, too"
Second old timer says "Yeah, I remember waking up, and after a
cup of coffee or two I'd take a really good ****. Now I gotta
strain 'til I get dizzy, just for a couple small rabbit turds"
That third ole' boy is just sittin' there, so one of the others
asks "and what about you, you ain't said nothin"
The man answers, "Well sir, every morning I take a real good leak
at 7 o'clock, and at 7:30 I take a pretty healthy dump, too"
First guy says "man, you really got it all together, dontcha?"
"Not really", says the third, "I don't get up until 8 o'clock"

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Thirty characters. Exactly...

What a waste. She coulda at least changed his depends or something.

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SOS USA

I'd of had her paint the house!

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James L. "Jim" Rhiner

Has Michael Anthony been in anyone's neighborhood lately? I've been waiting 50+ years for him, so far he is a no show.

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Doesn't hasta call me Johnson

So.......judging by the responses, you all may not even know that I am talking about....

I am old enough to remember, and care, that almost 21 years ago a little band from Seattle, called Nirvana, had a little hit called 'Smells like Teen Spirit".....

Andrew

I remember the Ed Sullivan Show and watching a band called the Beatles. They sung about hand holding or something.

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James L. "Jim" Rhiner

So how much was your firt Smith revolver?

Seems it was a excellent 1917 for 65 bucks.

Can't be!!!

That was our ring for the first phone we had out in the country!!

Let's see, I was in the 4th grade.......so that would have been 1947.

Lordy, how time flies..........

Keep the old stories coming.

I was 18 in 1960 and it was a 4 in. .44 spec. for $40 used. I remember it had a shrouded ejector rod and magna grips. I wish I had it back. Larry

My first S&W was either a Lend-lease or Victory, I can't remember which, that had been sleeved to .22. I was around 13 or 14 at the time, so I'm pretty sure I traded for it. Didn't have much money at the time...

Another gun I remember was a German WW1 GEW98 that someone had filled the chamber and bore with lead so the kids could play with it. I was probably around 12 and thought it was really neat to have a real rifle to go with my helmet, gas mask and cartridge belt while playing "War".
I do recall that that thing was HEAVY!!!

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Dean
SWCA #680 SWHF #446

Bought a NIB Model 10 when I went to work for a PD. Paid $65.00 plus tax. Traded it for a NIB Model 58 costing $81.00 a few months later.

Combat Magnums cost $125.00 back then so I bought the cheaper .41 M&P.

Love it!

Andy




P.S. Does your forum name have anything to do with antique tractors, by chance?