Remember the good ol' days...

[Mike S]

I remember Oleo when it came in a heavy plastic bag, looked white like lard, had a little ball of orange coloring in the center, and we had to knead it to turn into something resembling butter.

I also remember the various farm vehicles dad had on the farm. There was an old creation called a "mule" which dad pronounced "mull-lee", a homemade tractor. Then after the war he had a surplus army Jeep. And in 1960 bought an IH Scout. We kids had great fun driving those things around the hills, sometimes getting everything stuck in the mud at the same time.

 

[jasoncran]

you had a cj3?

 

[jasoncran]

kung-fu theatre. [MENTION=841]StoveBolts[/MENTION], my wife is part Seminole and so is her kids,jaci is mostly Cherokee. the Cherokee call themselves Indians, or just Cherokee.

 

[WIP]

I remember actually playing outside, using my imagination. We didn't have computers or video games...until Atari came out in my teens. I would go in the woods and hike around for hours or go fishing at the lake...all day sometimes. As long as my parents knew where I was going and I was home before dark, all was good. Being a kid was fun.

Yes, the days before pagers, cell phones, laptops, iPads, iPods, MP3 players, and portable cassette players.

Plaid polyester and leisure jackets.

 

[stovebolts]

kung-fu theatre.

Ahhhh...Bruce Lee!

[video=youtube;u6jiitD4RaE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6jiitD4RaE[/video]

 

[Mike S]

you had a cj3?

Yep, into which my uncle eventually installed a small block v8. Required some significant reconfiguration.

 

[jasoncran]

I will say mark, I know a man who has a cj3 modified for a mail truck and it had no power to it.i used to see cj3 trashed in Yakima firing center in Washington as they couldn't go where the HMMV goes easily. man the memories of that hell hole. hot or cold and windy.

 

[Jethro Bodine]

Plaid polyester and leisure jackets.

These belong to the good ol' days? How do you figure?

Me and cousin Eddie will let you know when those belong to the good ol' days.


Next thing you know you'll be saying greasy comb-overs are a thing from the good ol' days.

 

[jasoncran]

ick the 50's and the 70's styles. I don't care for bell bottoms and greasy hair.

 

[WIP]

Plaid polyester and leisure jackets.

These belong to the good ol' days? How do you figure?

Me and cousin Eddie will let you know when those belong to the good ol' days.


Next thing you know you'll be saying greasy comb-overs are a thing from the good ol' days.

Get Smart.
When television censorship rules wouldn't allow a man and woman, even depicted as married, to be viewed sleeping in the same bed.
When Barbara Eden pushed the envelope playing the role of Jeanie.
Clean comedy.

 

[Jethro Bodine]

...bell bottoms and greasy hair.

Hmm, reminds me...

Saturday...time to beat the laundry out on the rock by the creek...take my weekly bath.

 

[jasoncran]

lol. don't forget your math. ie them goesintas.

 

[Jethro Bodine]

When Barbara Eden pushed the envelope playing the role of Jeanie.
Clean comedy.

They didn't allow her navel to be seen until late in the series.

I never noticed. I hadn't reached puberty yet. Those truly were 'the good ol' days'.

 

[Jethro Bodine]

...them goesintas.

Huh?

 

[Jethro Bodine]

When Barbara Eden pushed the envelope playing the role of Jeanie.

Still does...but in a totally different way now, if you know what I mean, lol.

 

[jasoncran]

...them goesintas.

Huh?

jethro bodine of the Beverly hillbillies. lol that was the word for division . as in ie 2 goes inta 6 three times.lol

 

[Rollo Tamasi]

My mom couldn't find me one day when I was about 2 years old.
She said she finally found me in the kitchen pantry with the door closed behind me.
I was sitting on the floor eating raw onions out of the bag.

 

[WIP]

:shock

My dad enjoyed eating raw onions. He would pick them from the garden and eat them like an apple. To this day I can't eat much raw onion. I love them cooked but can't take them raw.

 

[jasoncran]

man talk about bad breathe.

 

[Eugene]

Gas (Regular was the only thing available) was 18 cents per gallon from a gravity dispensing pump; you had to first use the hand pump to fill a glass see through container with lines showing the amount of gas you wanted.

My first car was a 38 Chevy I paid $20 for but it got me to Tijuana so I could buy Tequila until the Border Guards caught me.

Cigarettes even out of a machine were 20 cents a pack.

Candy and ice cream bars were 5 cents, and much bigger.

Ration stamps to buy certain products.

Reg milk was 4 cents per quart, sour milk was two cents, and clabbered was 1 cent; my mom could make many meals using 1 cent milk, and nothing was thrown away.

I remember seeing my first indoor toilet around 9 yrs old and had to try it several times.

Even in later years while in the Air Force and married with two children my last 60 cents was spent to buy one dozen sea worms which were just 9 inch centipedes that had to be handled with gloves, but they could be torn in half as bait and catch twice as many fish, and they were sure good eating.

Later yet I would near always have two jobs; I had a $78 PITI mortgage, car, and furniture payments.

I now am retired, and when I got there I remembered how God had made Abraham and Sarah return unto to the time of life; they were made young again. I remember asking somewhat in humor; Father, please don’t do to me what you did to Abraham and Sarah by making me go through it again.

Good old days? I would never trade today for yesterday. I have heard some say if they had it to do over they would do it different this time. I have thought of that and the same lusts of life and other worldly pursuits with experience might take me down a worse road than I traveled. I thank God He brought me the way He has, though I could have saved many trials paying attention in the first place.