...when six bucks would pay for a date: Four gals. premium gas, $1.50 2 drive-in movie tickets, $1.50 Junk food at movie, $1.50 Hamburgers & cokes after movie, $1.50
Damn Kid, Remember Film Strip projectors? You would play a record at the same time, and advance the picture when a special tone sounded. How about Mimeograph machines? Mmmm, the smell of fresh mimeographed copies!
Remember when you were the best behaived kid in your class and the following week you got to me the milk monitor?
I remember that when I was a student at Tualatin View school in the 50s. It was a 2 room school with 4 grades and being milk monitor made you King Rat!
You both beat me to it. Snorting the mimeographs.................. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ........ And when after the National Anthem you got a TV test pattern until 0600 the following morning ..... on all 3, the ONLY 3, networks?
I remember getting hurricane supplies: water, batteries, all that stuff. On each one of the paper bags, there was a chart. You'd listen to the radio and get the coordinates and chart it out every 30 minutes and get an idea of where the eye was, and where it was headed. Ahhh, fun times. Now, things are easy. http://www.stormpulse.com/hurricane-ike-2008 This is a neat site, but it took the fun and mystery out of the whole hurricane game.
Or the 'honor' of the clapping of the chalk erasers after school? Hmm, maybe that's why I got asthma......
Before they kicked me out, while in 4th and 5th grade at a Catholic school, getting the opportunity to be one of the kids that got to clean the chalk board on Friday afternoons was a big deal. We got to go to the janitors office for big sponges and rags. Yah, that was better than being a Milk Monitor!
The luxury and manliness of the 'TV remote'. When you pushed the button to change channels the dial on the TV would 'clunk' to the next channel. Reading the Archies comic books where he would put 10 cents of gas in his car............ Rodney Alan Rippy (Jack in the Box commercials) The original Walkman. $200 & sound quality went poof if you shook it too hard. When 'All in the Family' was controversial. My dad's ham radio. dit dit dat dat dit dat dat....... When passenger jets had at LEAST 4 engines. I know reliability is better now, but it is still conforting knowing if one goes, you still got three left! When EVERYTHING shut down by 9:00pm, and some places closed on Sun (I think some places are like this still, the ol' blue laws).
9 or 10. Ran my car out of gas and there it sat, until the next morning ,LOL. Was kind of amazed at this open all night thing....walked in, bought a candy bar and left, that was like at 2 AM. From that point on it was nice to actually be a human. Milk for cereal at 2 AM! Or something for munchies...no one ever thought. Or when you could get off-hour food for next to nothing..back then a fiver was a pack of smokes, some gas and food for the night. Now a kid needs a line of credit for just screwing around.
I feel really old now... reading all of this... It really is the cycle of life, though. Have many of you in this thread grasped the fact that you have lived more than 50% of your life already? For many of you/us, probably more than 60-70% of your life has passed... Age wise, we are on the downhill slope now... More fond memories: Whiffle balls and bats... The Green Machine The game Trouble Playing Risk, and Monopoly The cool kid that had hundreds of Star Wars action figures... Matchbox cars, and that funky orange track... Evil Knieval wind up motorcycles, that shot down the block and into traffic Spandex pants... White mesh t-shirts Girls wearing their bra's on the outside... When rubicks cube first came out... Begging my parents for an ATARI at the local store. I still remember it was $189. Holy Krap... what is that, like $1200 with inflation?! I would stroke out if my kids wanted a $1200 toy now... The TIMEX sinclair... Who remember recess??? Playing dodge ball... standing at the far end of the parking lot playing the first hand held football game with little blips/bleeps . My Scooby Doo lunch box... Ah... memories