From Days Gone By... What DON'T You Miss?

"Outdoor plumbing" on the cold days and nights but I would endure it again if I could bring back the old family members that lived through those days with me.
 
Going to the outhouse in the cold wintertime.

Going to the outhouse in the hot summertime.
 
Getting up on a cold morning and going to the outhouse, hoeing cotton and pulling bolls.
 
Wading thru the snow drifts to get to the outhouse.
Trying to sleep with no heat upstairs
Not enough to eat

Not having a cell phone and Wii (course no one else did either).
 
Some of these replies sure bring back a lot of memories.

I don't miss the cold Sunday morning showers with lye soap before church. Grandma had no water heater and the shower was a tin room with a 1/2" pipe flattened down on the end.
Had to slick your hair down with pomade unless you wanted to look like Buckwheat. I don't miss that either.
 
I don't miss Lawrence Welk, which my mother had to see every week.

I don't miss B&W television or early color television.

I don't miss the time at Fort Ord and one individual in particular. He must have been related to the banjo kid in Deliverance. He had a club that he used to punctuate his screaming commands. I used to fantasize about where I would put that club so that he would need to see a proctologist to extract it. I don't know if he is still alive. If he is, then he's lucky that no one fragged him. I don't miss him, and if I ever meet him again, I swear I won't miss him.

I don't miss my Ford Escort.

I don't miss Fran, Sharon, my son's mother (I can't think of her name), and a few others whose names escape me.

And I sure as heck don't miss the brussels sprouts that my mother used to make. That stuff ain't fit for human consumption.
 
I don't miss galoshes, sleeping under 50 lbs of quilts, or carrying in two 5-gallon buckets of coal before walking to school in the winter.

Lye soap - my mother used to boil my dad's greasy coveralls (millwright) in a big pot on the stove using lots of homemade lye soap. It was good stuff for clothes but rough on skin. It gave you a healthy pink glow.
 
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Getting a contact smell do to alot more smokers,duraspark electronic ignition,scratchy records,sacirin on every restaurant table,radish in salads,T.V. that went out after the 11:00 pm news,bad built guns like Rohm,RG's and Arminius,DWI laws or lack of, metal garbage cans, relatives ordering christmas clothes that never fit me through the catalogs.
 
Just to name a few:

Outhouses, 8-Tracks, AM only radios, no turn signals on vehicles, 6 Volt electrical systems on cars, Retread tires, snow chains, and walking a couple of miles to and from school.
 
Lousy brakes, indifferent steering, bias-ply tires, non-synchro transmissions, fouled plugs.

Vinyl records, cassette and 8-track tapes, vacuum tubes.

Film cameras, buying film and having it developed and printed, movie cameras that gave you two minutes of footage.

Expensive long distance bills.

Burger Chef.

Mimeograph machines, typewriters, slide rules.

Lee Loaders.
 
feralmerril;135917535 working on my knees in the fields for about 50 cents a hour said:
You got money for that !!! My daddy and grandparents never said nothin about no money ??!!! What year was that ?? From my perspective, the only good thing about the "good ole days" is ; there ain't any more of'em
 
50 target, yeah we got paid. I was doing that stuff from 1953 to 1958. That was for commercial truck farmers. Of course had to do the same stuff at home for free too. Seriously, anybody could find work in wisconsin in the summertime in those days. There never was a excuse that you couldnt find work back then. Of course it all was hard, dirty and didnt pay much. Farmers were begging for help. The braserio`s were a big thing in summers. Truck loads of them would follow the harvest`s. Lots of jamacians too. They pretty much had to put us local kids to work if they were going to hire all those foreigners.
I worked alongside them in the fields. Not fun, but it kept us in spending money. Never, ever, did I ask my folks for money. All my peers were the same too!
 
Feralmerril,

I remember those days well. During summers in high school, I worked in the citrus packing sheds in Tempe, Arizona for a dollar an hour gross, not net. It was 8 hours a day of backbreaking labor in the summer heat - filling crates, stacking crates, washing fruit, loading full boxes into refrigerated boxcars, etc. I learned a lot from those days, including some choice Spanish swear words. I also learned that I'd better get an education to avoid being stuck in that kind of job for the rest of my life!

John
 
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