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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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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.
 
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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...

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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.
 
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......
 
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.:rolleyes:

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Man it smells OLD in here! :p

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.
 
Man it smells OLD in here! :p

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
 
Man it smells OLD in here! :p

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.

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.
 
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! :p

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! :p

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 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.
 
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
 
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.
 
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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.
 
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