Remember When

OH, YEAH! Watch this little goodie take off, I hope. tsula

Just to clarify, Kavika, my favorite cousin is gay and is the funniest, dearest, person you could ever know. My comment was just a nod to the changes in our language definitions today.

Remember when we spoke and wrote in complete sentences?

Ahh, I thought those were pretty good Scremin, I do remember.

Remember when - 2 bits got you 3 scoops of ice cream on a sugar cone and change?

Great Article Kavika :o)

Remember when- A coke cost 6 cents a bottle?

Oh yeah, Lebowsky, and for 2 bits, at The Strand Sweet Shoppe, I go a half a cantelope filled with vanilla ice cream. YUM! Memories Memories How sweet they are, eh?

Remember when- 5 cents bought 5 pieces of candy or bubble gum or a bag of chips ?

Remember when-

Carter was underwear, Ford was a car and Reagan was a little girl possessed in a movie?

Sure do! And those nasty a$$ed SAAB 96 cars! Lolz!

Time for bed! Nite all!

When you used wax paper from your bagged lunch peanut butter sandwich to wax the sliding board on the play ground so you could FLY down that thing...

The bread man also had sticky buns...yumm

Milk was in a glass bottle with a cardboard fitted top delivered every morning...

Scooter pies... Bonomo Turkish Taffy...REAL penny candy...bubble gum cigars and candy cigarettes...

Drive in movies with those speaker things that hung on the window and that coil thing that burned to keep away the mosquitoes.

did the drive in movies actually have movies??? I don't remember ever seeing one but then i was always in the back seat.

Yeah. they had movies. I found out when I had kids.....

OMG, real taffy !! We can't get really taffy any more. I remember a candy shop here in town that had a big wonderful machine that made taffy. I was just a kid but it was wonderful to watch it pull the taffy.

Back seat at the drive in? No way, no way at all. I was such a tightwad. I paid for that movie and I was going to watch it. There were plenty of other places to park out in the mesa or in the mountains and people wouldn't be looking in the windows.

Milk was in a glass bottle with a cardboard fitted top delivered every morning...

I STILL get glass bottle milk delivered to my door... But it's not every morning. It's once a week. With my butter, sour cream, eggs, and any other dairy my heart desires... Or bread if I want too. ☺

I want to live where you live MsAubrey!!

I used to be able to pick up pop bottles and turn them in for a little spending money.

Where can you still get fresh dairy delivered to your door? I'll bet you're not on the east coast.

Southeast Michigan. We still get 10¢ on bottle/can returns.

Yeah, go Michigan. We get lots of trash laying around :-(

There's a lot more to Michigan than just Detroit.

There certainly is ombra. ☺

With all of the times that I have been in Michigan, I have never been able to get to the Upper Peninsula and there has always been a fascination with it.

58rose lives there. He puts pictures up all the time, mostly dog, deer and squirrels, but some of the area. It's a different part of Michigan, a lot more rock and waterfalls. All part of the same formation that made Niagra Falls. Very pretty.

Northern lower penninsula is mostly built on sand. If you love water, you're never far away from it.

I have tons of family throughout the UP. I LOVE Tahquamenon Falls.

I don't think I've been there for about 50 years, but I still remember it. But I don't think anyone can get near that little ledge I sat on at the top anymore. They have rules and guardrails now... LOL

When we finally make our move north, we can travel a bit. Now it's run up north, do some work and some fishing and come back south. :(

I think you're thinking of Pictured Rocks in Munising. And yes... there are guardrails now. My kids and I got in the water at Tahquamenon Falls. There were very few guardrails there.

Better yet. Remember when there were no cell phones.

And with the telephone booth was a fat telephone book with numbers which were reliable.

And you could read the names and numbers without glasses.

The telephone book was used as a booster seat for small children, and they kept sliding around!

LMAO Tzia, so true :o)

Remember When- The Charlie Chip man delivered Potato Chips to your door?

Anna, YES! Remember when you could hang out the back of the station wagon with the top half of the widow open?

Lebrowski and FIN and HOTTICKET.... My Dad used to give my sister and me a quarter a day for allowance. We were the richest kids on the block. We bought a Coke for a six cents, a popsickle for a nickle, and penny candy to share with our friends.

Fighting For Rights: Charlie Chips.. Oh, my!

Charlie chips mmmmmmmmmmm

Remember chasing that milk truck to get some ice chips on a hot day?

(We weren't REALLY the richest kids on the block we just thought we were.)

I'm so old I remember when the neighbor down the block had the very first TV and invited all the block down to watch the Lawrence Welk show. He put the TV on his porch on Saturday nights and we had a "block party" where everyone brought food and sat and watched the TV.

Anna-90776, I was that milkman back in 1936 and milk was .10 a quart and if you had your own container it was .07. I remember delivering milk to some people who had a 2 quart container which I filled for .07. Remember in the winter when the milk froze and the cream pushed the top up into the air? Most milk in those days was raw so the cream separated from the milk before it froze. The original "ice cream".

I remember when school lunches were a quarter and you could buy a pencil for 2 cents and paper was 25cents for 100 sheets.

Most milk in those days was raw so the cream separated from the milk before it froze.

The place that STILL delivers to my home has Natural Milk that will separate. I loved it. The husband and kids... Not so much.

Charles Chips, I saved one of those big old cans passed on to me by grandma.

Remember When- for 50 cents you could see a double feature movie with cartoons in the middle and have Popcorn, a Coke and Jujube's or Boston baked beans or Goobers?

Remember putting cards in your bicycle spokes to make it sound cool?

FFR - how many cards could you get on your bicycle and remember mom chasing you down wanting her clothes pins back lol I don't know about yours, but my mom was way too fast :o)

Mom wasn't as upset about the clothes pins as she was about her Canasta Cards. Boy did I get in trouble. I don't remember how many cards I used but between my brother and older sister and me and my three cousins, we used the whole two Decks.

Ombra,

Remember getting shoes repaired and those metal cleats that made you sound like a tap dancer?

Oh yea. Having those cleats raised your social status two points, even if you had holes in your shoes.

Remember Buster Brown shoes?

And the Dick Tracy wrist watch you could send away for?

Oh yeah, remember when- you got a free glass in a box of detergent?

I'm Buster Brown.

I live in a shoe.

This is my dog, Tide.

He lives in there, too.

How about Fire King dinnerware that was given out free at gas station?

Oh yeah, remember when- you got a free glass in a box of detergent?

Duz detergent. My mom had all the different sizes.

How about Fire King dinnerware that was given out free at gas station?

Remember when gas stations had service attendents that pumped your gas, checked your oil, washed your windshields and took your cash and returned with your change, without you ever leaving the comfort of your car?

I can remember my Mom scraping up a dime to go to a Wednesday afternoon matinee where she saw a double feature and got a piece of dinner ware, too.

LOL, Enoch

FFR - We had a neighborhood theatre a few blocks away, and believe it or not it was safe enough back then that at the ages of five, six, and seven, my sisters and I were allowed to walk to the movies with other local girls.

Every Saturday my parents would let us walk to the movies.My earliest memory- I think I was 5 or 6 and my older sister was three years older. They would meet us with the car if it was storming but we walked home in the rain sometimes. Sometimes they'd let us stay to see the movies again. You didn't have to pay twice back then. In the 50's and early 60's.

Our theatre had two screens and back then you could move back and forth between the two movies. I'd like to see someone try that now...lol.

And, of course, my male cousins, just for the heck of it, would try to sneak in the back to see if they could. The theatre had "ushers" who would walk around and make sure everyone was behaving themselves, and we were all known to the people who ran the threatre.

On the way out, the two ushers would stand at the end of the aisle and hold out their hand to collect the money from the local boys who had "sneaked" in the back.

I never snuck in but know people that did. The movie theater I went to had only one screen.

Remember the old Vincent Price movies? Scary back then. My little sister would cry and scream "I wanna go home". The usher would come and shine the flash light on us and tell us to keep her quiet or we'd have to leave. We'd give her candy and she would hush. Then she'd start crying again and we'd give her more candy. Pretty soon we figured out she was doing it just so she'd get all the candy. Once we figured it out and said we were gonna tell on her she stopped.

LOL.. smart girl!

Vincent Price, Bella Lugosi, Lon Cheney (+Jr.), Peter Cushing.... loved them all. But Vincent Price had a voice that could freeze the marrow of your bones.

And we must not forget the great Boris Karloff!

LOLOL @ Enoch!

Remember going to the drive in theater and sneaking little kids in in the trunk of the car?

And the playgrounds down in front of the screen?

We still have one left in Old Mines, Mo. off Hwy 21,

Remember $2.00 a carload drive in movie theaters? And when the prices went up, you'd see trunks opening up and teenagers getting out.

It's a wonder we're not dead from the mosquito coils we burned in the car.

I also remember being in about 8th grade and sneaking with a couple of friends into the Eagles Hall at one of the dances for the High School kids. I danced with one of the boys that was in our little group and we were doing The Bop, which was considered a little "nasty". We didn't stay long..lol

Al-316,

I remember when our phone number was POrter 27229. (Hubby asks why I remember unimportant stuff like that. I told him that ya never know when it might come up in conversation..lol)

I remember when I wore white buck shoes. We carried a little sachet of powder that we used on the shoes to cover skuff marks.

I remember when the "cool guys" at school had suede jackets and let their girlfriends wear them.

How sweet those memories are.

Oh yea, Elvis and Pat Boone are responsible for some of those memories!

Oh Yes!! The hair too...remember the "Ducktail" on guys??!

The waterfall in the front and the ducktail behind and the hair cemented in place.

I guess the ladies called the style a "Ducktail". The guys called it a "Duck's A$$".

We all called that hair style the initials, "D.A." Took me awhile before I got up courage to ask what Dee A meant..

Gum stuck under your chair.

I had a flat top with a ducks ass. Then my hair fell out. The flat top did it, I am sure.

I still have my flat top. In fact, my barber just leveled it this morning.

My hair is about the only thing I haven't lost. lol

Sorry, but no one, NO ONE looks good in a flat top.

That's right Al. You are sorry looking. Tina, says so.

Al aint sorry lookin, that look comes with age, he's just an old fart.

The bright side is that I can let my hair grow to cover my ugly old face. Can you?

Yup, hair aint the problem face fuzz is I cant grow a beard to cover a snatch.

There you go again, Marine. ROTFL

ha! I was going to mention the mini skirt...but decided it was not yet a memory:)

That's a good memory we should savor and encourage.

Bill Haley and the Comets ''Rock Around the Clock''..classic rock.

HeeHee, for me it was Rudy Vallee and Vagabond Lover! Or listening to KDKA over the earphones of a Stromberg Carlson battery radio the size of a small car. Figure how 5 boys fought over 4 sets of earphones! ;>))

My first transistor radio with one ear plug that I slept with.It had a 9 volt battery that you could recharge in the oven and I tested it by getting my little brother to stick his tongue to it.LOL

I tested it by getting my little brother to stick his tongue to it.LOL

Oh, now that's cruel. We got a neighbor kid to stick his tongue on a cast iron bridge railing once when the temps stood at about zero. You could hear him scream in the next county when he yanked if off and left a lot of skin there.

Fin- shame on you. LOL

I saw my cousin do that when I was 4 so I never fell for it.

My little brother used to steal pieces of my Hershey bar. We got candy only once a week so I would try to make mine last. Anyway, my baby brother kept stealing the little squares so one day I substituted Exlax in the package. Well, he ate about 6 pieces and got the runs and no one ever knew it was because of me. Of course it was his own fault cause he stole my candy.

No one asked me anything so I did not tell a lie. And I didn't dare own up to it because I would have got a spanking. I was 11 and he was four.

Remember opening up toys around 8am and by 12pm at least one of the toys would already break? til today i think about my Star Wars jet fighter. by 12pm i had broke onf of the wings. here comes mom......."well you betta wait until next Christmas". i'd be like "NEXT CHRISTMAS? THE DAY AINT EVEN OVER"! :)

A Lionel train set up around the Christmas tree.

Remember when You got One thing from Santa and little things from your parents like days of the week panties for the girls and army men or lincoln logs for the boys?

I could play for hours and hours with my Lincoln logs. I must have accumulated 5 or 6 sets and I would build castles and log homes. I used my tinker toys and Lincoln logs together to make the most wonderful things. If anybody even touched it, I would have a fit.

Thinking, thinking. Oh, crap. I haven't changed. Just don't touch something I am building. I am sure it would be ruined forever. You can touch it after I am done.

I forgot about Tinker toys. Did you play pick up sticks too?

In the 60's that's when the Righteous Brothers would be played at the end of every dance. It was the last chance to find someone for the night.

well I'm an 80's teen (the last slow dance generation....i guess). for us it was Ready For the World or New Edition. oh! don't let them play Luther Vandross A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME! only the strong can survive the long version. the weak can't take the pain in the back part of the legs too long. my leg muscle grew at least an inch per party. :)

Not to mention "Ebb Tide." It still makes me float away a little to another time.

''Unchained Melody'' by the Righteous Brothers is an absolute classic along with

Ewan MacColl's "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face"

''Unchained Melody'' by the Righteous Brothers

The best song ever Nina. :)

Loved to body rub to "Unchained Melody" couldnt call it dancin,

Marine, we always called that a dry f--k.

Never could get into the Righteous Brothers. Bobby Hatfield and Bill Medley were way better.

yeah dry f--k. done many o those on the dance floor and have been escorted out because of some.

righteous brothers....hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

High school days.... State Fair. Physcodelic room, getting some in there with the strobe lights going???????

We call it belly rubbing...

I'm a member of "The Woodstock Generation" but my favorite singer of all time is Connie Francis.

Her voice was so beautiful...

You just want to know where the boys are lol

i once got on the DJ nerve so much that he decided to try and play a slow song. by the time i went to the dance floor, everyone was GONE! the dance floor was EMPTY! i was like W in the F!

When I was young and slow dancin, I remember dancin with the hot chick with the big chee chees, and then found out they were stuffed with tissue, many a girls did that in my day just to look good for the jocks.

Remember when- Girls wore pointy bras and when you danced slow with them and the dance ended and the girl would turn away from you? That was so the girl could check to see if the point was inverted. The smart girl would put a bit of tissue in there to solve that problem.

LOLOLOL @ FIGHTING FOR RIGHTS!

I'm 6ft tall and I got tall fast. I had to hunch way over to put my arms around the girls for the slow dances because they were all so much shorter than me.

Don't feel bad, I was over 6 foot by the time I left 8th grade, the girl I had a crush on was about 4'10". I grew another 2" over the summer for grade 9, and I found a girl even taller than me, at least for a few months. Of course she was two grades ahead of me.

It was so much fun being Mr. and Mrs Jolly Green Giant.... :/

ombra, Oh, I remember the 8th grade. I was painfully shy and timid. If a girl even looked at me I would just cringe. Then I met Dorothy and she thought my shyness was so cute. We hung together all the way through high school and then went our separate ways. I am still shy and timid.

Slow dancing? Only with Dorothy. Any other girl back then would scare me to death.

Huh? Remember what? ;)

Could I get a hint maybe? I know that will help. :)

Huh? What were we talkin aboput?

Why did I come in the kitchen? (walk back into the living room)

Hey, any of you know why I went in the kitchen?

No? (walk back into the kitchen and stand there)

Hey Grump, maybe that is way some people talk to themselves. They hope that they will remember better if they can hear what they are thinking. lol

Grump, happens to me all the time.

I am not afraid it's "Old Timers" disease. I have been doing that since I was a teen.

Your 100% correct Piletre, we needed this. Thanks Kavika for the trip down memory lane :o)

Damn Piletre, I had all that on my 58 ford, 312 police intercepter and the spare on the back bumper.

Kavika if your only 29 then Im still in diapers.....not>

Marine,

Kavika if your only 29 then Im still in diapers.....not>

You are still in diapers? We need to talk to your mom about this.

you better change them first before giving me back to mom.

What? You want ME to change your diaper? No, no, little brother. Piletre will do that for you. She will arrange for manscaping while she is at it.

I can see diapers in your past and future.

To insure a secure retirement, buy diapers and stock in the company that makes diapers.

I agree. Buy stock in Depends. Also don't forget to buy stock in Boost (the vitamin shake) and Peanut butter and jelly for sandwiches when it gets harder to chew. I took care of My M-I-L and wish I had invested in these stocks long before she needed them.

so true so true, I have stock in depends as my wife used them for awhile before she was diagnoised with fibromyalgia, then the medicines seemed to control the problem. and I already eat PB&J sandwiches for lunch at work. So far I havent needed any of these, except fro a jockstrap that keeps its tied to the leg, to prevent embaressment at work if you know what I mean.

Marine, you kill me with your comments. ROTFL

Thanks AL, hows the world treatin you today?

Marine you are a wise man . (giggling)

Marine, I couldn't be better.

I am the MC at my father-in-laws 80th birthday party this Saturday. I have to think of something cute to say. lol

I trust you are doing okay.

gettin by, waiting for june so I can apply for SS. I can start drawing it in Nov.

Every little bit helps.

Yup!!!!

Don't wait till you are 65, do it at 62. If you do it at 65 it takes 11 years to come out even. So says my tax guy.

Unless I misunderstood.

I turn 62 in Nov. thats why Im doing the paper work in june. besides I may not live to see 65. then again I may live to be 65+50. who knows my g-randpa was 117 when he finally left this earth.

Besides with my Military retirement and my VA diability and then SS I will bring home over 35 a year.

excellent. Nah, you are going to last a while. I never thought I would make it this far and here I am, I think. Mostly. sometimes, kinda.

I plan on going on till I cant take care of myself anymore then its out the door and on the burn pile for me, I aint burdening anyone. but with having cancer(Semi Cured, in '85) heart attack and diabities and a worn out body from too many years in the Corps and moving big appiances around, I aint taking any chances that will give the government any more of my hard earned money.

If I a lucky, I will have a massive heart attack and be gone when I hit the floor. That's what I would like.

Now, my dear Marine♥, my long time friend and you Grump, a recent friend... You know that I have to send blessings your way that you will both be fine and healthy for many years. You're both wonderful gentlemen and we all love you both a LOT! I know that, I do! :)

I plan to go like my uncle did: he dropped dead at the counter of a liquor store.

Mrs D., thanks for the kind wishes. I have a way to go yet. Love you back. ♥♥♥

Ditto on what grump said MrsD you are a lovely lady and Im sure you would at least give me mouth to mouth ressuitation. Come here and let me give you a big ole kiss.

I'm CPR/AED certified. ☺

I think Elvis had the right idea. Sitting on the crapper eating a peanut and banana sandwich.

I had a I had a peanut butter and banana sandwich for brunch today. But not on the crapper.

Come here MsAubrey I got a big ole kiss... for you too

☺

I plan to check out at 95 at the hands of a jealous young husband of who ever I will be swing at the time.

I remember that my mother cooked on a wood burning stove in 1958. I was four years old and got mad because she would not let me me use that iron hook to lift the "burner" to put more wood in. :)

I am sure she did Mrs D I was just building a little fire under Kavika's butt! :~))

I think it worked...

Mrs D, Ever since I read your comment about the wood burning stove, I've had a memory in the back of my head that's been trying to get my attention.

FINALLY, I remember!! Our "modern" stove still had that section on the left side that had the two round covers and the REALLY fun "lifter handle". That memory is from about 1950. The heavy metal "lifter" could also be used to stir up the ashes, fire.

Mom could build a little fire in that burner section and place pots on there to keep them warm.

OK, the following riddle is not nice.. but I just remembered it from my childhood. Funny how the "naughty stuff" stays with us, huh?

OK, X-rated coming up:

What are the three main parts of a stove?

Lifter, leg, and poker. (Believe me, I didn't have a clue what it meant, only that I knew a stove had those parts..)

For you young'uns out there, a stove poker is a fire iron consisting of a metal rod with a handle; used to stir a fire.

Pil, Last sentence. Yeah, that's what she said.

I think it worked...

It sure did Nina♥! :)

Oh Pil!!! Remember a shelf on top of the stove to keep food warm? I was pretty young but, I seem to remember a place that food was kept until the rest of the food was done. My memory could be skewed though. :)

Mrs D. We just called it the Warmer.. lol

Some stoves had a "warming oven" but I don't remember us having one.. just that shelf you were talking about.

When my folks bought their first new house.. no one had lived there before.. Mom had dad paint the kitchen and eating area. One half, in the kitchen, was BRIGHT RED. The other half, where the "kitchen table" sat was painted bright CANARY YELLOW. Looked like someone had cut their throat in the kitchen and headed to the eating area "to the light"..lol

Actually, at the time, I didn't really notice the colors.. I just knew mom liked red and she liked bright things, and when she wasn't at work, then most of her time was spent cooking in that kitchen.

The door closest to the stove led to a tiny room where mom did laundry. There was a big deep sink and a wringer washer.. We moved there in about 1947-48. I hung up most of the clothes on the clothes line and when mom ironed, she always let me do the flat pieces. I LOVED ironing.. loved the smell of it and loved to make certain dad's white hankerchiefs were folded exactly with all corners matching.

OH, Oh, Oh!!! I remember doing the ironing. Everything, it seemed, required starching. My mom taught me to "sprinkle" the dried clothing after we took them off the clothes line, with water, roll them up and put in a plastic bags and place in the freezer for the next day. I hate ironing today... but, back then the smell of it was comforting, so crisp and clean... I have no better words for it. :) I was five years old and got the chore of the pillowcases, handerchiefs and napkins. Thanks goodness. What fun and loving memories! :)

Mrs D, today I caught up all the laundry. Between moving loads to dryer, folding and putting clothes away, I was ironing. I caught up ALL the laundry that I had folded previously and put in clothes baskets to await a good day to iron. Unfortunately, the "good ironing day" kept getting forgotten.. for months. There was quite a stack of clothes.. BUT, I got them all done. Every time I finished one piece, I'd sit down for a break and read newsvine.. The next thing I knew, all the laundry and ironing was finished. I even mated up all my socks that had collected.

I love the smell of ironing .. I still use starch, but it's spray starch for me, now.

We also used to sprinkle the clothes and put them away for ironing later.

Piletre:, back then during the depression and living in a house with no electricity, my Mom had a collection of small cast iron flat irons that she spread all over the heating surface of our wood fired stove. She would use them as she ironed on a big old collapsible ironing board and as one cooled she would put it on the stove and take another to keep on ironing. I love the smell of that chore of ironing. Try doing that today. Talk about frontier living?

I have a confession to make. I was an only kid until we adopted my baby sister when I was 15. Mom taught me and required me to iron my own clothes. She did my laundry, but I had to iron my stuff. I didn't like it, and being irritated that I had to do my own ironing is required of any teen

If you can iron a dress shirt, you can iron anything. I was even required to learn to iron my little sisters pleated skirts. Maybe mom had a sinister plan with that because I would follow my little sister around and make sure she didn't get her pleated skirts dirty. If they got dirty I had to iron them again after they came out of the laundry. Sneaky mom.

I too had to wash and iron my own clothes when growing up, and in the Marines back in the stone age, we had satine uniforms and they had to be starched and ironed with precise seams in front and back of the legs. and perfect seams in the "blouse" (shirt). so I did these at home instead of paying an outragious price at the cleaners.

All men should know how to cook and clean and iron and mend their own clothes. My hubby does his own laundry. No ironing though. He wears jeans and tee shirts.

With 6 men, 5 brothers and a father, in the house, we all had to learn to cook and clean too. My Mother did not let any of us do any ironing though because she used small cast iron flat irons which she kept hot on the top of the big cast iron kitchen wood burning stove. Even now all these years later it still works for us. My Bride cooks our dinner, at noon, and I cook our supper, at night. I set the table, for all meals, and she washes and I put away and it is called shared responsibilities. Words to live by.

Thats something I tell all young couples, shared responsiblities, However todays yopung men seem to think that they shouldnt have to do any of that,egos get in the way. and most young women are to preoccupied with themselves, just my observations. We share and share alike and it has worked for us for a couple centuries now, er 42 years.

Nothing smells as good as clothes that have dried on a clothes line outdoors. The wrinkles are gone too if you hang them up right.

Monday was wash day at my grandma's, and she had a wringer washer. I would help her hang the clothes on the line.

She gave me that wringer washer when she went into the nursing home and I used it for years.

Wish I still had it...

That old wringer washer created a saying one never hears any more: She got her tit in the wringer.

kav - yes life was good then. Poor wasn't a bad thing. It prepared me for later in life.

Soovie♥... I remember every Saturday night we had to polish our white shoes for Church. And, when we got home we had to wash our white gloves and to ready for next Sunday. :)

Oh yeah - I remember the hobos and how my mom would fix them a meal and they would be so thankful.
I also remember going door to door selling veggies from my mom's garden.

Ok, I'm dragging up the rear, but I remember when we had cars that the Mom would sit in the drivers seat, while Dad, took our the crank handle and started the car.....no keys in those days, I guess. Then on the way home from Church, we would stop in the cemetary and pick flowers.

Our moms didn't know where we were most of the time and we would come home for meals. We played sand lot ball, and rode our bikes every where. No TV We listen to the Green Hornet and the Lone Ranger on the radio.

Easy, I remember the Lone Ranger but not the Green Hornet.

And there is no way I remember cars that needed a crank to start them.

You will become a distinguished elder in this group.