... who's Led Zeppelin... ...wow, 2 channels. One channel and test pattern all day with 1 or 2 programs at night. That was when we got TV, before that, there was only 1 TV in neighborhood and it was like going to the movie theater... ...haven't heard that since '40s. That and salt poultice... ...Beatles!? I remember the "day the music died"...
Back in 19 ticky two me Othellio, and Cletus would play stick ball with me pa's rubber ball for all the live long day. After that we would walk to the drug store 5 miles for some bubbly gum.....
I found out the hard way when I opened 3 of the windows in my "new" 1923 house. I pushed the window up too high and the cords came off and jammed in the pulleys. What a pain to fix!
No harness or child seat in my parents cars in the 1970's....... I couldn't tell you how many times I flipped over the front seat in my mom's old Galaxie... My Dad's game for me in his brand new Special order 1970 Roadunner was to hold on to the passenger seat as he jambed through the gears .......eventually I would slip off and fly into the back seat. Mom didn't like that game...she wasn't in the car for that one. AND I SURVIVED....I even drank water from a GARDEN HOSE.......And I'm still here.
My worst memory from school is getting the strap on my 2nd day there. No wonder I was a"JD." Ink pens too were bad if you were left handed. The well was always on the right side.
This is good stuff. Lol I remember lying in front of the stand up multi band radio listening to Terry and the Pirates, The Lone Ranger, Sgt. Preston of the Royal Mounties, Amus and Andy, Sky King, The Shadow, and the scariest thing on radio was The Inner Sanctum, no TV existed around us. On The Eighth Day God Created Buick
I remember riding in my parent's pickup bed camper like it was no big deal. My Dad also had a bench seat mounted behind the cab in the bed of his Mazda B2000 we kids used to ride on in the 80s.
Yeah, we used to ride everywhere in the back of the pickup. Dad had an old 55 gallon barrel with one end cut off that we would climb into if it rained (single cab truck and 7 brothers and sisters). Always a hoot when he turned corners and we would roll around inside. Now the'll arrest you for having somebody in the back.
The kids on the street would all sit on the tailgate of a 65 Falcon Wagon owned by somebody's dad and go to the Ice Cream parlour in the hot summers. I don't think we ever lost a kid on the way.
...yep, used to break often from heavy metal slats and cotton cord. Single cord, back before you had to cut them in half so toddlers couldn't hang themselves... ...always had ink and graphite on hand where rested on paper. Never mastered penmanship. Teacher wouldn't let me slant paper opposite way. But could write backwards like Michelangelo... ...way before Andy Devine's Gang on TV, we had Smilin' Ed's Gang on Saturday morning radio. "Plunk your magic twanger, Froggie"... ...uncle had red '48 Ford, every kid rode in back... We're starting to sound like the Statler Brothers here...
Any Canucks here remember 1980 ? We officially went to SI (metric). Federal government issued all pre-1980 cars a book of stickers, clear backing & white numbers to indicate speed in KPH. Overall about 3/4" diameter. Idea was to stick them to the speedo lense over the corresponding MPH numbers, an easy way to get used to the new format. Still remember peeling them off later & fighting the glue with a few different cleaners. I was 17. My wife Jane & I had just started dating. Her Grandmother had the coolest car on the street. '71 Skylark Coupe with 12K miles on it. Jane bought it that year, drove it for her 1st & 2nd year of university. Grandmother updated to the new for 1980 Skylark in front wheel drive. Little over a year later I bought the '71 & was hooked. 1st year apprentice didn't make enough coin to be running a V8 Buick 60 miles each way to work & ended up in a VW about a year after that.
I remember most of those as well. My father bought me a brand new Raleigh English 3 speed racing bike when I graduated from grade 6. It had a small chain for changing gears, which kept breaking. Rode that bike everywhere, most of the time in third gear. That really helped build my calf muscles. Try to find one of those now. A few neighbors had the old style push mower, which I tried a couple times. We used to play tackle football on our paved street! Also played street baseball, but we quickly learned to hit the ball up the middle. Being Canucks, winter always meant street hockey where we'd fantasize about emulating the top NHLer's of the day. He shoots! He SCORES!!! Every adult on our street was just another parent, with the same disciplinary rights as your own when you messed up. Hated writing in cursive, and haven't used it in decades. I have two signature styles, one for personal documents, the other for work documents. I grew up on a fairly large corner lot. My brother Ron and I would play golf around our yard, often with broken hockey sticks. Fun times indeed. Had a teacher in grade 6 who'd walk around the classroom when we were supposed to be studying or writing a test. If he caught you goofing off, you'd get either a cuff to the head, or he'd smack his yardstick on your desk. His name was Mr. Sawka, but we called him as "Sockeye Sam". He'd never get away with that stuff today. My father often tinkered with the family sedan, and I'd try to help, and learn from him. He taught me plenty of curse words. And how to stick a tool into a wall from 15 feet. Steve, I remember the switch to metric. Learned it in high school so it wasn't a problem for me.
One day when I was 18 i was walking and my neighbor was putting out an old Raleigh brown and orange 3 speed next to the trash so I asked if I can have it. Till this day that was the fastest bike I ever owned. And like all my bikes since I was 10 it was stolen.
I still got 2 old Raleigh 3speeds one called a colt. Made for people under 5 foot and a sport that is mint dont like to ride it. It made for taller than me people. Yes we played tackle Football in the local school yard. But real fun was getting the old cars to run. One of the guys in the neighbor hood was a hulk hauler.. Then we would go put the horses in the pen and use the field to have are own private demo derby. That was stupid when you thick about it not one were properly prepped for a real DD lucky no even got hurt.To this day hand writing is a mixture of cursive & print heck if I right to fast I can barely it.
