shouldazagged
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Usually a Filipino. He'd scratch-carve little palm trees on the yo-yos. Always an event.
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Usually a Filipino. He'd scratch-carve little palm trees on the yo-yos. Always an event.
Biginge
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Usually a Filipino. He'd scratch-carve little palm trees on the yo-yos. Always an event.
Yes he did. He could walk the dog, round the world, rock the cradle, etc. It was a big deal when we were kids..when is the last time you saw a yo yo? I think they have gone the way of homemade slingshots .And rubberband guns shooting strips cut from an old innertube and a hair trigger clothespin. Do they still make innertubes? Don't get me started on spinning tops. Yessir it was a great time to be a young boy.
feralmerril
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As noted under my school picture it was 1948. A side note about those days. Our teacher used a radio several times a week for class`s. Evidently the state schooling system had special programs for us hicks in the sticks. There was a music program where we had to sing along with and another called "Ranger Mac" where this guy would tell us about the birds and bees etc.
We had no running water and had a outhouse at that school. Here is another picture of that school I took a few years ago. Just like little house on the parrie huh? Thats where I learned to spell!
We had no running water and had a outhouse at that school. Here is another picture of that school I took a few years ago. Just like little house on the parrie huh? Thats where I learned to spell!
Silver Dollar
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Usually a Filipino. He'd scratch-carve little palm trees on the yo-yos. Always an event.
I remember that guy. Yes, he was a Filipino guy by the name of Gus Somera. I learned some tricks from watching him. I found this link. Now all you yo yo guys out there like me can reminisce for a while.
http://learning2share.blogspot.com/2007/07/recollections-of-gus-somera-and-old.html
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Mule88
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Great pics of America past, a great era gone. Thanx for the great pics and great post!
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True story here: My dad had continually denied my requests for a BB gun. When I finally talked him into letting me get one with my paper route money, I was thrilled. Dad went with me and we picked out a Daisy lever action at Sears & Roebuck. You know, one of those old ones that seemed to hold like half a million BBs? I can't remember the price, but since it was the fifties (I Like Ike!), it couldn't have been more than a few bucks.
When we got back home, dad sat me down at the kitchen table and produced a sheet of paper with a set of rules typed on it. These were rules I had to follow in order to use and keep the BB gun. And I had to sign it! And though I was just a little boy, dad shook my hand. The first time I remember him ever doing that.
Dad is long gone now, but those rules have served me well for over half a century, except I apply them to "real" guns now. And except for a few major screwups, I seemed to have turned out okay.
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Yep. I remember when you could go to Sears and buy a Colt .45 semi-auto for twelve bucks.
If I'd only known then what I know now...
joeintexas
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Exactly. Many is the time I walked across town with my old 20 ga. over my shoulder going duck hunting then walked back across town with a duck and the 20 ga over my shoulder. Can't count the number of times the local sheriff would see me and stop and give me a ride home and every car that you met would wave and nod their head. Boy those days are gone. Thanks to the OP for the post.
tomtheturner
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Really enjoyed this post, and it sure brought back memories. I grew up in a small town in northern Indiana. My dad bought me a single shot Stevens when I was 7 or 8 years old. I can remember him putting me on a wooden box behind the wheel of our 1955 Chevy, and me driving it through town, past the police station, of course we waved, and out to the city dump where we shot glass jars, and rats. At dark, the rats really came out, and were huge. Learned to shoot without using the sights that way.
I can remember walking downtown with that rifle in my hands, bolt removed, and going to the family owned hardware store, and buying 10 .22 longs for ten cents. They were 89 cents for a whole box of 100, and I never had that much money.
Nobody batted an eye about a young kid "downtown" with a rifle.
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Tom
I can remember walking downtown with that rifle in my hands, bolt removed, and going to the family owned hardware store, and buying 10 .22 longs for ten cents. They were 89 cents for a whole box of 100, and I never had that much money.
Nobody batted an eye about a young kid "downtown" with a rifle.
Best Wishes,
Tom
What a great thread. It sure has brought back alot of my own memories of better days. Thanks for the wonderful photos.
I was thinking that the good old days weren't really that long ago, in some ways. For example: I spent most of my teaching career in a rural school district. On any given day as recently as the early 90's. I'd see rifles or shotguns in the students' vehicles out in the parking lot. No one gave it a second thought. I remember an incident where I saw an Ithaca 12ga in a student's pickup and telling him I had the same gun. We went to my car and opened the trunk and got mine out so we could compare. A sheriff's deputy drove into the parking lot and joined the conversation for a moment before driving on. It was nothing unusual. Skip ahead to about 2005 when a student forgot that his unloaded 22 rifle was on the back seat of his car (he'd been squirrel hunting the previous afternoon). Someone saw it and reported it. The student, a senior and a real good kid, was expelled and faced criminal charges. Zero tolerance. Pretty sad. I miss the old days.
I was thinking that the good old days weren't really that long ago, in some ways. For example: I spent most of my teaching career in a rural school district. On any given day as recently as the early 90's. I'd see rifles or shotguns in the students' vehicles out in the parking lot. No one gave it a second thought. I remember an incident where I saw an Ithaca 12ga in a student's pickup and telling him I had the same gun. We went to my car and opened the trunk and got mine out so we could compare. A sheriff's deputy drove into the parking lot and joined the conversation for a moment before driving on. It was nothing unusual. Skip ahead to about 2005 when a student forgot that his unloaded 22 rifle was on the back seat of his car (he'd been squirrel hunting the previous afternoon). Someone saw it and reported it. The student, a senior and a real good kid, was expelled and faced criminal charges. Zero tolerance. Pretty sad. I miss the old days.
I remember cuttin' my teeth big game hunting rats at the dump with Pa's single shot .22. Now, that was as fun to me then as any big game hunt today ( a heck of a lot cheaper, too! )
3 or 4 of us kids walking through town with our .22s and a dog or two in tow.
3 or 4 of us kids walking through town with our .22s and a dog or two in tow.
I posted this a couple of years ago. My Dad on the left and my Uncle Jim, Dad's childhood friend, on the right. They grew up in a small town in SE Ohio.
"Imagine a time if you were driving down this street, and saw these boys, your only thought would have been to waive."
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MOONDAWG
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I posted this a couple of years ago. My Dad on the left and my Uncle Jim, Dad's childhood friend, on the right. The grew up in a small town in SE Ohio.
"Imagine a time if you were driving down this street, and saw these boys, your only thought would have been to waive."
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I thought that scene looked familiar, my rat hunts were in Middleport, Ohio where my Dad grew up.
Your Dad looks like an armed Elvis, wearing some fancy duds there!
Thiss is me circa 1956. That was the coolest pair of shootin' irons I'd ever owned, or would ever own.
Notice the burr haircut? My Dad had a pair of squeeze handle clippers that he used to butcher my hair. He could save a whole dollar doing it himself.
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OLDFED
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.410 Pistol?
I must have missed that one. Why is it illegal now? I recall taking my Remington .22 rifle to school for a "Show and Tell". I explained it to the class and stood it in the corner for the rest of the day and carried i through town (Edinboro, PA) to home. I was about 9 years old. I got a "Gold Star" from the teacher for my S&T. Today, the staff would be horrified and I'd be labeled a criminal, arrested and sent to a detention home.
I must have missed that one. Why is it illegal now? I recall taking my Remington .22 rifle to school for a "Show and Tell". I explained it to the class and stood it in the corner for the rest of the day and carried i through town (Edinboro, PA) to home. I was about 9 years old. I got a "Gold Star" from the teacher for my S&T. Today, the staff would be horrified and I'd be labeled a criminal, arrested and sent to a detention home.
OLDFED,
google "Stevens .410 pistol shotgun" and you'll find plenty to read about it.
My dad made a holster to carry it on the left side of our saddle horn (the lariat hung on the right) and we carried the old Stevens for shooting rattlesnakes from the saddle. (You want to be sure that you are riding a "shot broke" horse or things will get exciting pretty quick! You might find yourself and a squirming snake trying to occupy the same cactus patch.) I always had more concern for the horses hooves than for the snake but everything always worked out OK.
Bob
google "Stevens .410 pistol shotgun" and you'll find plenty to read about it.
My dad made a holster to carry it on the left side of our saddle horn (the lariat hung on the right) and we carried the old Stevens for shooting rattlesnakes from the saddle. (You want to be sure that you are riding a "shot broke" horse or things will get exciting pretty quick! You might find yourself and a squirming snake trying to occupy the same cactus patch.) I always had more concern for the horses hooves than for the snake but everything always worked out OK.
Bob
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