What do you miss these days?

Like gutpile charlie said. I had a 46 whizzer motorbike when I was 12. Use to carry a stick of belt dressing in my overalls. A number of other guys rode cushmans. Then I had a CZ or check. First car was a 42 studebaker commander, then a 46 chev followed by a 50 studebaker champion starlight coup. Then moved up to a 56 chev 210 coup. Come west in that one. Charlie, I had and crashed a 1957 piper tri-pacer PA-22. Mine was metalised! Think I had paid $5,000 for it.
Back then I had a lot of older relatives that would still speak german when they got together. In fact several churchs that we went to would hold two services. One in english and one in german.
The schools I went to (one room 8 grades, another two rooms 1-4 and 5-8) were so small that we had several radio teaching programs we had to listen to. Professer Gordon for music we had to sing with, and Ranger Mac where they taught us about nature history and conservation.
We also had some 8th graders that drove a car to school! Remember singing "Old black Joe" in school.
 
I really miss playing sandlot baseball. It seems that we did that every chance that we got. Always riding our bicycles with our baseball gloves hooked through the handlebars. The flat rock was second base, and a ball glove belonging to one of the players on the batting team was first or third base! We used black electrical tape to repair the balls that we ripped the covers off from overuse! Cracked bats got a couple of screws put into them and then got the tape treatment.

I really miss those days. We thought they would never end.


WG840
 
Hank & Casey's Casino Club in Glen Park (Gary, IN) had THE BEST Italian Beef Sandwiches ever made! Mmmmmmmm

I also miss The Pan Head Harley - Rigid Frame and all. Ahhhhhhh Sweet
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As the description reads, my wife and I moved to a much smaller town in Wisconsin. There is a lot of 'old time' things here. Nice people who wave, friendly service at stores and....in nearby Portage WI, there is a drugstore with a soda fountain! A chocolate soda sets you back$1.95.
Inflation ya know....
 
I couldn't have said it better, only that i long for the days with NO cell phones.


Products that were made to last a lifetime,Made in the U.S.A.

Everyone pretty much speaking English.

Manners and respect for others.

Running the neighborhood without a worry in the world.

Holidays like Christmas without some idiot setting off fireworks and Halloween candy by the pillowcase that you could eat and the worst that would happen was a belly ache.

Boyscouts that actually had a mission other than pestering people at the store for a hand out.

Teachers that cared.Tough coaches.Good principals.Moms lunch packed with care.Walking to school.(or at least from the bus stop)

I could go on......I'm only fifty and have seen all of these things go by the wayside.

One more,personal responsibility.

D.G.
 
They don't make cars anymore that I know how to work on.

There was something quite satisfying about changing the plugs, points, condensor, rotor and cap, or diagnosing a bad spark plug wire or coil.... and getting that V8 to run a little smoother.
 
ChattanoogaPhil;They don't make cars anymore that I know how to work on.

There was something quite satisfying about changing the plugs, points, condensor, rotor and cap, or diagnosing a bad spark plug wire or coil.... and getting that V8 to run a little smoother.

Phil, maybe you should buy an older vehicle, and restore it. I have been doing that with a 1960 Willys Jeep for the past 5 years. It is very rewarding and therapeautic. A bit of a trip down memory lane as well!


WG840
 
i have a 1950 coke machine out in the garage...still works just fine...those small cokes can be hard to find and pricey when you do but so correct...they are great!i find them on occasion in the 6 1/2 oz.rarely...more likely in the 8oz.size

The old coke machines that had the crank when it changed from nickel to a dime if you cranked it fast enough ( 2 times fast) it would get you another bottle. My older brother showed me this and we would do it there @ the old Bohacks/A&P Near the LIRR Station in Massapequa, NY back in the mid 1960's. LOL they were the small bottles.
 
Lee, I was going to say the old 6 1/2 oz. Coke. In the bottles before they had painted letters, and they had the bottler location on the bottom. If you remember these, then you remember the big nasal burp, after drinking one. What do I really miss? Mini skirts, Braless hippie chicks in halter tops, and big, air-cooled 4 cylinder Japanese motorcycles with a comfortable riding position, no fairings and an engine you can see. Hand ejectors, like they used to make. Colt revolvers, remember them? Then, lastly, as most of us would say...Dad.....I miss him most.
 
Real cigarettes, like the old non fire safe Chesterfields. Now that was a smoke, never changed from the 50s. Something like Jack Webb would have smoked.

I miss imported rolling tobacco at good prices too. Used to be that you could get real "Drum" from Holland, not the pale immitation sold today, for less than two dollars. And then there was the Javenese "Jongens" stuff that was pure black and twice as strong. Had to have someone bring me that back from Holland. Just about passed out the first time that I smoked it. Now that was tobacco.

Then there were the old Sobranie Black Russians.Can't get them any more, the tobacco used to be grown aound Sarajevo. Once the war came, they were never the same, nor was the Bosnian tobacco I suppose. I don't think that they are even imported any more.

And those French cigarettes in the little blue packs. Now those were something.

These days the only way left to get a real smoke is to roll up some Prince Albert. A shame really.
 
Growing up in the City.

Standing in line on Saturdays to enter the Strand Theater for the matinee, the line being a block long and the theater packed with all us kids.

Playing tag rush (Football), stick ball, hit the point, kick the can on our playing field, the street.

Checking the mail everyday to see if our little package of frogmen, submarines, soldiers have arrived from Kellogg's.

Selling Grit newspapers and hoping to become wealthy.
Waiting at the square for the Boston Daily Record evening edition to arrive. We were given 20 papers to sell, we made .01 for each sale plus of course any tip we may receive. I always ran into all the Bar rooms, that's where the big tips were given.

Shining shoes in front of the White Tower on Sunday morning, right on the sidewalk with my shine box which was purchased at Morgan Memorial. Had to make a buck in them days, if you wanted spending money. Allowance? Not in my family, wanted money you had to make it yourself.

Just a few things, I could probably go on forever.
Great memories, never to return. Thinking today, seems like I was much happier when I had nothing.
 
A REAL Coke.
That would be a 6-1/2 oz Coke, in a glass bottle, sweetened with SUGAR, with a crimped on cap you had to have an opener for. It cost 5 cents, unless you kept the bottle for 2 more cents.
Properly chilled, it was the embodiment of satisfaction.
Along about the late 50's, the King-sized Coke came out, and the slide to perdition and the end of the American Way of Life began.......

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The Soda Fountain in a drug store- marble topped, with stools that swiveled.

Me Too and all the other things that were made with sugar. Corn syrup just doesn't taste the same.
 
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