You Know You're 50 Something if You Remember..... #2
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I wonder why they were so strict about not talking in the bathroom???? In class, I can understand, but . . . ah, well. Maybe it's a nun thing?
#3 If a teacher had done that to MY hem, my mother would have come marching into school and made him/her sew it back up!!!! There's no excuse for that kind of vandalism.
...the dress code in Akron Ohio schools did not change until 1970..i graduated in 1969.....wore my "dresses" year round.....velvet/corduroy "jumpers" over leotard & tights..in Winter...Laura Ashley print..mid-calf dresses..in Spring.....after that i went to Antioch College...and lived in Jeans...and serious Lace Dresses year round
#4 mamzel - I was mentioning on another thread that an old boyfriend of mine used to get his hand whacked with a ruler by the nuns all the time - with the metal side down so he'd get cut. He absolutely hated Catholic school.
Pants? No way, not even in the coldest weather. If it was 3 below, and you put pants under your skirt just for the walk to school, you'd better hope you got to the girl's lavatory to change out of them before any teachers caught you. Otherwise, you'd get suspended. We used to complain that the greaser girls could get away with it easier because their stretch pants looked more like tights.
Sunglasses, the same thing, if you were caught wearing them in the building, you got suspended. One buddy of mine forgot and put his on at his locker before he got to the outside door (less than 20 feet away.) Suspended for three days.
You couldn't wear all black, either. Never got a clear explanation why, just speculation that it meant you were an anarchist or something. You could get around it by wearing a different color scarf or belt. One guy escaped suspension by revealing his white socks :-)
The next year (1970), they threw out the dress code.
One boy had the back of his hair blocked instead of shaved - suspended. Next day he came back with his entire head shaved.
Makes short skirts sound ... innocent? trivial?
We also had new-fangled Apple computers, but mostly we used the fax, teletype, and card catalogs to research and communicate. Honestly I can't remember what we used the Apples for.
How about Hawaiian Eye? Does anybody remember that show? I don't know if it was in first run or reruns when I watched it in the early 60's, but I dimly recall having my first childhood crush on one of the actors in that show.
I saw 2 or 3 episodes of "Hawaiian Eye" in bars. Never saw an episode at home. Those that I saw were in the 1950s, Iʻm sure.
When Hawaii Five -0 started, I had a vague idea that it was an improvement on "Hawaiian Eye", but not a great improvement. I didnʻt really see enough of "Hawaiian Eye" to evaluate it. I didnt think that the Tom Selleck Hawaiʻi-based show (I forge tthe name) was any better than Hawaiʻi Five-0, nor was Jake and the fat Man.
Right, justjim; I saw several episodes of it, including the closing one, in which Magnum re-entered the Navy.
(And this was a single-sex girls' school.)
Oh, and you never used the handle on your brief case; you carried it in your arms in front of you. Why?...
Hawaii five-o- gave us the perfect saying for this site ...."Book em Dan-O!"
Kookie, Kookie, lend me your comb!
Rolled my waistbands with the best of them. Did you ever use rubber bands to hold up worn out bobby socks? It's a wonder I didn't get gangrene.
Loved Hawaii Five-O. I was in Hawai'i once years ago, and asked a bus driver if the local people liked the show. He said they did. It was fun, and lots of times you got to see relatives as extras.
panama hat and
my oh my
He wore tennis shoes and pink shoelaces
.........(keep going with the verses if you'd like lol)
He wears tan shoes with pink shoelaces
A polka-dot vest, and man, oh man!
He wears tan shoes with pink shoelaces,
And a big panama with a purple hat band!
Tell the people what she wore
It was an
Itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
That she wore for the first time today
An itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
So in the locker she wanted to stay
grades 4-8 in Catholic school. They didn't need a reason to not allow you to do things... they had the nod of the pope..
my sister once slugged a nun for suggesting that my mom was a bad mother for allowing my sister to wear a too short dress ( with shorts under it ) to school on one of the rare no uniform days.
1969 a bunch of us (like most..) staged a walk out to protest girls not being allowed to wear pants to school. They decided to allow pants, no jeans. That is the year I wore all black to school....it was 1970 then. Most of my friends graduated in 69. I wore all black and carried around books about witchcraft. I also stopped going to gym, and when the gym teacher finally caught me.. I told her it was because I didn't like her.
She gave me an excuse and a c for the rest of the time I was in school. I took exra biology and english classes for no grade instead.
A year later they allowed jeans. Now they allow near nudity, from what I can see when I drive past the high school in summer.
I was a tad bit of a rebel at times.
When I decided to smoke cigaretts, I told my mom the day I brought a pack into the house.. and put them on the end table. When I decided to smoke pot.. I told her that too. LOL. I have never believed lying or sneaking to be useful. My mom and I never got along well... even when I was a very small child. I moved out while I was a senior in HS. Got a job and an apartment.
I had only three things in my apartment.. a rug, a mattress, and a book shelf. :P
Ah, the necessities of life! I guess you eventually got some books to go on the shelf ;)
For what it's worth, I went to public school -- and pants weren't allowed until the 1969-70 school year there, too.
I got out of gym due to a bad back. (My current orthopedist says there's no reason my scoliosis should have kept me from full participation, but I was delighted to be out -- I hated gym and wasn't too fond of the gym teachers, either.) The school had me do work to help out in the guidance office during gym period. When the term came for health instead of gym, I reported to class -- and the guidance office lady sent for me all nasty and bent out of shape, like "where were you?" Hey, I wouldn't have minded it at all if my back had gotten me out of health class, too. But I never really wanted to smoke anything. My Mom and her sister both died of lung cancer.
Even when I had no place to stay, I was lugging books around..
IT took me about a day to dicide that I didn't like smoking cigarettes. I kept it up for a month or so, just because.. lol.
Pot on the other hand, I am ever hopeful it will be de-criminalized. It is much better than wine, and it has been way way to long since .. well.. you know..
I am a big fan of herbs..
well, red wine does. I usually stick to Guinness or an ale of some sort.. I like gin, too..and Jamesons Irish Whiskey..
I rarely drink any of them though..
"Bottle of wine
fruit of the vine
When you gonna
let me get sober
Leave him alone
let him go home
Let him go home
and start over"
49: tymfos - Scoliosis is one of the ailments that have seen radical treatment changes. My Mom, now 82, spent some years in a body cast as a child so her back would "grow straight"!
as for scoliosis ... we had a student in a brace around her entire torso...
as well as having rods in her back. She has to have them "grown" or replaced as she grows.. until she stops growing.. looks awful to endure...
Singin' for nickels and dimes.
Times gettin' rough, I ain't got enough
To buy me a bottle of wine.
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Leave me alone, let me go home.
Let me go home and start over.
Maybe with a joint.
I wasn't trying to get buzzed, I was trying to be cool.
Now the large bag of chips, I could inhale (and frequently do!).
Love the musical interludes!
tobacco hurts to inhale... the herb however, not so...
:P ( so I remember )
I was on the commuter light-rail this morning, and a young man (grad student?) sitting across from me said, ‘excuse me, ma’am – I don’t know how old you are, but do you remember the Great Depression?’
I’m afraid I just burst out laughing, and presently managed to say – ‘my parents grew up in the Depression – I grew up in the ‘50s!’ I wasn’t so much laughing at him in particular, but the question. Right, my hair is white, and at the time, stuffed into a hat, but I thought the rest was holding up reasonably well….
Well, give him credit, he persisted (though rather pink around the edges), asking if my parents had ever mentioned a particular type of tax, which I didn’t quite catch, due to train noises. At that point, we pulled into my station, and I excused myself, wishing him luck, but unfortunately still laughing.
I guess to a 20-something person, 57 and 80-something look much the same?
There. Feel better?
Not terribly bothered (but thanks :-) and mostly still grinning.
Isn't it amazing--1960 was half a century ago!
My Mom always told me two things that I didn't believe when I was young . . . but I do now:
1. Time goes so much faster as you get older.
2. When you're old, you feel the same inside as you always did; you don't feel old. . .
ETA to add: . . . except for the aching joints, etc.
In high school we had 2 pants days a year for the girls, and they couldn't be jeans. (mckait - I graduated in '71 too, but from a public school in Southern California). Rolling up skirts after I left the house was the norm.
I had to type the mimeograph forms for professors at college (Pepperdine University, '75). When you made a mistake, you had to roll it down, scrape the imprint off the second copy, use liquid paper on the first page, roll it back into position, then re-type the correct letter. What a pain. The reward, of course, was smelling the run off sheets. They were damp and smelled wonderful. I don't remember thinking about getting high from the smell, but did inhale deeply.
I have never smoked a cigarette. Mom and Dad both smoked like chimneys and never rolled down the windows in the car, so I swore at the age of 6 to never smoke. We had huge, nasty ashtrays all over the house until my dad got a pre-cancerous lung condition when I was about 10 and they both quit. Mom stayed quit, Dad took up cigars, then went back to cigarettes until he had quintuple bypass surgery. He then quit permanently and passed away 6 years later. However, all the bronchitis I've had over the years is from the second hand smoke, I'm convinced.
In college we bought Boones Farm and Annie Green Springs wine for $1.25 a bottle. We weren't even 21 but that particular liquor store would pretty much sell to you if you could reach the counter.
"Buttons" (came on a narrow sheet of paper.....had to bite them off)
"Charms" (much like Lifesavors but square)
"Pops" (little wax bottles with liquid sugar inside.....bit off the end swallowed the sugar then chewed on the wax for a while)
Oh and Devils Food Cake cookies. My Grandma always had them. Came in a yellow and red package.
All of the above, with the exception of the cookies, came from an old dusty store that sold everything from toilet paper, canned goods to gasoline for your car. The penny candy was in front in a big display case......the owners had to chase the cats off of the candy when we came in. My mom was convinced that we were going to die of some dreaded disease and forbid us from going their. Yeah ! Like that worked !
My grandparents had a store a lot like the one you described, sans the cat. They sold gas, canned goods, TP, aspirin -- fishing gear too, and ammo for the hunting rifles -- did your store sell that? I worked there for a while when I first got out of high school. By then the candy was way past a penny -- but as a kid, oh yes, REAL penny candy.
No fishing gear or ammo. I grew up on the north edge of Milwaukee Wis. Not much fishing going on, nor hunting.
It was a dark, dusty little place. Judging from my mom's repeated instructions to NOT buy any thing in the store, I am thinking it was none too clean. Of course, we kids only had eyes for the candy.
The place was called "Lutz's" It was right on the main highway that led from the sticks right into the city. The store also had to be passed by most school kids, in the neighborhood, on their way to school. Since most kids had to walk.....it was a busy little place. Probably didn't need to sell much other than the candy !
My pink and white "record player" About the size of laptop except it was square. Had a stack of 45s that was very impressive. Lots of Everly Brother's tunes in the stack. Annette Funachello singing "Pineapple Princess"
Wore the grooves out of most of those 45s.......my poor parents.
As a kid I thought the funniest exc hange was what I heard as "Aspirin Wall" --and it almost was that: all one word, and without the -r- .
What a small world. My Mother was from Milwaukee Wis.. Still have an Aunt and some cousins in Greenfield. My Great Grand parents had their farm in Greenfield also.
ETA for typos
When I lived in Granville, IL (population 1200 or so, on a Saturday when all the farmers were in town at the bank), they had just instituted 7 digit phone numbers the year before we moved in. Previously, if the number had the same area code and first three digits as yours, you'd just dial the last four numbers. The year? 1990!
"One nation, under God, in the window sill" ...
Payton Place was published ?
Valley of The Dolls ?
Both found a place between my mattress and the box spring. I was in big trouble when they were discovered.
Didn't have a television till I was 13.....reading was my past time. Still prefer books over the box.
Soon after we did get a television one of the biggest shows was
"Laugh In" ( crazy show but it launched a lot of stars :>) Some how laughter was cleaner.
It IS a small world indeed. My aunt, uncle and six cousins lived in Greenfield. They all moved to California way back. My uncle worked for Nasau (spelling ?)
Re: Charms--They have a special place in my memory as the only time I came close to stealing. I picked up a package and popped in a piece. When my mom saw what I had, after we were back in the car, she drove back to the store and made me go back to the cashier, confess, and offer the money to pay for the candy. The kind man let me keep them for free!
Speaking of grocery stores--anyone else remember getting your groceries in boxes with the top flaps tied in the up position with string? There was a checker who had a stub left arm. I remember being amazed at how he could whip the string around the box and tie it off, holding the knot tight with the stub.
My grandfather would slip a whole package of Charms under my pillow while I was sleeping. Always Charms. We didn't have candy all that often at home. Charms have a special place in my memory as well.
I loved that show ...
I also liked another one that sank without a trace after half a season, IIRC - The Young Rebels, set in the American Revolution.
It was titled "The Outlaws" (or something?): A group of Texans of the late 1890s were zoomed into the future by some kind of time warp -- into the Houston of 1987. They could drive modenr cars esaily enough, but preferred to ride horses if they could find them,.
Good series idea, but they couldn't seem to get any screenwriters who could do good episodes. Anyone know anything further about it?
No drugs either.
'Ceptin' Whisky and Baccy!
(Not going to jump on the high horse though, because I use them both!)
and for you western fans;
*I'm hoping that nobody is still living in the dark ages of 'metal' toothpaste tubes?
I remember my dad using tooth powder - Colgate, I think - it came in a metal can with a small metal cap about 1/2" wide. He'd shake some into his palm and put his dampened toothbrush into it several times as he was brushing.
Moving on from tooth brushing, does anyone agree that some films and old TV shows look wrong in colour? I saw them first in black and white on television and they just plain look wrong when seen now in colour. The original Star Trek is a good example. We had no idea they all wore different coloured shirts!
Oh, I know! I am constantly surprised to find some movie or TV show was "really" in color. My memories are B&W. I was able, at least occasionally, to watch Star Trek or the Monkees at my friend's house. Their color TV had this strange green cast towards the top of the screen, even though when new TVs were delivered, a technician would come and fiddle with the color settings.
It's kinda like getting the CD version of a Beatles album with the British tracks. That's not the album I remember!
Do you remember getting stereo? I remember our first stereo, in the mid-60's came with an LP that illustrated the sound separation between the speakers. I was fascinated!
It was one of those console units -- nice, dark wood with gold mesh on the front of either speaker, with an area of wood in between the speakers with handles -- the fake door look. (It was probably the nicest looking piece of furniture we had at that time.) You'd lift the lid (hinged at the back), which covered the left 2/3 of the unit, and the record changer and tuner were down inside, and there was a place to the right of the radio tuner (under the part of the top to the right of the lid), that you could stow the instruction book or some records or whatever -- and set knick-knacks or pictures on top of that part.
I also remember that our copy of my favorite record album at the time -- Meet the Monkees -- was a mono recording, not stereo, so I was bummed out about that.
Our stereo with detachable speakers came later.
I traditionally got record albums for Christmas, usually the most recent Beatles release. I begged and begged my folks to give me "Rubber Soul" earlier than Christmas Day. My dad finally caved, or so I thought. What he gave me on Christmas Eve was a fake album mocked up by the art director at his company. Inside was the sliced-off bottom of a tennis shoe. I was crushed and baffled.
The next morning, I found a portable stereo with detachable speakers under the tree, along with a copy of Rubber Soul in stereo. He didn't want to give me the stereo album ahead of time because it would spoil the record player surprise. My dad was a piece of work.
Later, I was given a portable record player when I left home for college which had two detachable speakers to be unpacked and packed away each time. Such a fiddly exercise, and you had to do it because the speakers formed the lid. My older sister had had a mono one which was just a box - lift the lid and stick the record on. I wished I'd had one like that instead.
The first record player in our house was one my Dad built from a kit, sawing a hole for it out of a piece of wood. The speakers was in a chipboard cabinet covered with wood-effect sticky-backed plastic. Before that we just had a reel-to-reel tape recorder.
Tish, tosh; we called them albums all the time. I see from your profile that I'm older than you, so perhaps it's not generational but a UK/USA thing.
It was hard to decide whether to buy a stereo or mono. We could get a mono album for $2.10, but the same record in stereo cost $3.10.
#133 - yep, I remember that as well. And Sputnik. And "Muttnik". I still have the little 3-D wooden puzzle that made up into a dog-oid with a little satellite around it.
You know you're over 50 -- I mean over 70-- if you can remember the administrations of 13 presidents:
The ones I remember (I don't remember Hoover, though I was born when he was president) --putting whether I voted for them (Y) or against them (N) :
Roosevelt (na) --not 21
Truman (na) " "
Eisenhower N (2 x)
Nixon N (3 x)--(or 5x, counting his v.p. candidacies)
Carter Y, N
Reagan N (2 x)
Bush I N (2 x)
Clinton Y (2 x)
Bush II N (2 x)
* not eligible to vote in
1964, due to no I D
**The only president who was never elected president or vice-president; but he did RUN for president once.
I note great differences in language use in different regions of the US. Where I grew up in southern New Jersey (USA), a long sandwich was a sub (submarine); they were hoagies as close by as Philadelphia. In different places, I've drunk soda, soft drinks, and pop -- all different names for the same stuff, just within the limited confines of NJ and different regions of Pennsylvania.
"Y'all want a coke?"
"What Y'all want?"
Took a bit of getting used to.
I remember a similar situation with beer in Greater Boston; where my brother-in-law (who was also a cousin) used to say things like "The Budweiser on the North Shore is usually Kruegers."
And I can add "TONIC" in Greater Boston when I lived there (before 1975). And it still is said, according to a friend in Greater Boston who started to lieve there coming from E. Ohio some decades ago; she told me about "tonic" 's survival when I translated "soda" into "tonic --if they still say that."
"Oh! Y'all mean a coke!"
"Yes! Yes! A coke, please!"
"We don't have coke. Is Pepsi okay?"
Only being able to wear dresses to school. I was so happy when girls could wear pants to school, because then I could play on the monkey bars.
The two main rules for playing outside were stay within earshot, and be back home before dark.
When television shows being broadcast in color were so few that they had a special notation in the TV Guide.
Similar to that: I can remember when, in the Honolulu Advertiser Letters to the Editor had a special notation saying that this particular one had been sent on the Internet -- meaning it was exceptional.
I donʻt remember just how long ago that was, or when they stopped the notation. At my age it seems to have been one of those very recent eras.
I suppose now one NOT received on the Internet would be exceptional.
#16 - "How many of you remember the smell of mimeographed paper?"
Oh, yes, mimeograph paper. I liked the smell, and the color. Carcinogenic? Makes me think about Mattel's Thingmaker. I had a Fun Flowers Thingmaker. Heating up questionable chemicals - fumes, burns from the metal molds. Looking back, sometimes I wonder how we survived some of our "toys".
'Cod Liver Oil'
'Gutties' (Known as Sneakers in polite circles)
Sitting in the bath with your jeans on to shrink them to fit.
Taking it for granted that the Scottish football team would be in the world cup!
The 'Stones' or the Beatles was a rebellious youngsters descision to make.
Spending hours in record shops looking at the covers.
Going round to a complete strangers house to spend hours listening to some obscure album all night that the rest of you couldn't afford.
Getting the bus - everywhere.
The simple choice of Lager or Heavy when it came to beer (in a pub that probably had 'live' music).
Chips out of newspaper.
Your knowledge of clothes brands didn't stretch far past Levi's, Wranglers, Lees, Ben Sherman and Jaytex.
Ah - Life was simple.
I'm from the USA, but you reminded me of:
"Sitting in the bath with your jeans on to shrink them to fit."
"Spending hours in record shops looking at the covers."
... and, being a mall crawler when the first mall opened in my city. A perfect place for teens who had more time than money. Free eats from the food shops giving out samples. That mall was a magnet for teens from all over the city. Shopping was a secondary reason for going to the mall. Seeing, and being seen by, other teens was the primary reason to go to the mall.
Living in a town with a functioning blacksmith (not the artistic type either)
gathering pop bottles for the 2 cents return so you could buy candy or ice cream
going out Halloween night starting at 6 and getting home after 11.
I personally didn't come across a hamburger or french fries until grade 10.
having a general store with barrels of hardware like nails and a wooden floor that they had to keep oiled.
a hitching post outside for your horse.
We didn't have homeless people, but we did have a town drunk. Stewart Hamilton (Stewie), everybody new him, he was a nice guy.
town baseball games, your town against the next one.
Saturday morning cartoons, Fireball XL5, Supercar and Captain Scarlet.
The boys went in one entrance to the school and the girls went in the other. To go in the girls entrance would have been the social gaff of your life.
Going to town once a year to shop for new clothes for school.
The first day of school (public) you would get a list of things you would need for the year and then you would take off in the afternoon to get everything.
getting the strap. I got that in kindergarten and grade 1 and after that they never caught me. Who says corporal punishment serves no purpose.
I remember town team baseball, Saturday morning cartoons, school shopping in August, and a general store where you could buy a nickel's worth of M&Ms and a nickels worth of peanuts and get them mixed together in a paper bag.
In the first school my husband taught at, there were two flights of stairs to the upper floor. One was for the boys and one for the girls - and never the twain should meet. And this was 1971! Nobody knew why exactly; they had just always done it that way.
Hitching posts? Not necessarily a thing of the past. The area where I live has a large Amish population; the local banks and some local businesses & public buildings have designated places for Amish customers to "park" their horse-and-buggies.
I remember having a huge collection of them but no one else seems to remember them. Wish I knew what happened to all of those cards.
I am also from the country. I remember hamburger and fries from an early age because my father would ALWAYS order a "plain cheeseburger and a chocolate shake" when we ate on the road during vacations--which, by the way, were really just trips to stay with friends or relatives.
However, I distinctly remember my first pizza at age 5. My mom and I were staying in Bellingham while she was at summer school and my 16 year-old cousin brought home this mysterious food, the likes of which I had never seen before. Likewise, I also remember my oldest brother introducing the family to tacos when we came to visit his wife and him while he was in college when I was 11--also in Bellingham, coincidentally. I remember my sister-in-law having to give us all instructions on what to do to fill and hold the tortilla. My mom later made pizza at home, but I have no recollection of us ever eating tacos again with my dad--too weird and messy for him!
I barely remember JFK's assassination. My father cried.
I remember picking up soda bottles and selling them for 3 cents.
I remember watching Mickey Mantle hit a homerun in the old District of Columbia Stadium in Washington DC.
during an afternoon at work; radio, not TV, (though it WAS televised) and live but really second hand -- hearing reports passed on by those that had a radio in their department.
Almost the same situation in 1956 about the Don Larsen perfect game in the World Series. But I was at a radio when the Dale Mitchell an old Cleveland Indian, but now of the Dodgers was gotten out.
In 1964, the Yankees were again upset -- this time by the Cardinals; but I donʻt remember any radio or TV indidents from that series. I wne to a bar after the game, and heard of a rumor that
the last relief pitcher the Yankees used was Nikita S. Khrushchev (He had been deposed by the Soviet government about the time of the World Series--
amazingly to us at the time, he was still living, even though deposed! He and John Kennedy had
reached a treaty about limiting nuclear testing and were out of a job within two years -- Khrushchev being eased out and Kennedyʻs tenure ending violently.)
The guy who played Danno, MacArthur, died last week; the obit is at nytimes.com.
Yes, the last "drug store" that I remember that had a lunch counter and soda fountain was in Copley Square, Boston. I don't remember its name. I think it was still there the NEXt-to last time, (1990s) but gone the last time I visited Boston.
My first realization that most cities no longer had
"corner drug stores" (Boston still did have a few) was
while attending library School in Providence, RI in the 1960s. I had forgotten to bring a notebook to class, but --"heck --I'll just go to the nearest drug store and buy one."
How naive! I walked into class, still wondering where Providence was hiding its drug stores.
candy cigarettes (so 60s)
go go boots (like Nancy Sinatra) and being sent home to change them
wearing dresses to school until 5th grade (1970) and no tan colored tights because they looked too much like nylons
carton of milk at school was 3 cents and hot lunches were 25 cents
my favorite soda fountain was in Paulsen's Pharmacy in Portland, Oregon and they had the best black and white sundaes and flavored cokes
Where I grew up, we had a local pharmacy with a soda fountain, but even then it wasn't open very much -- mostly lunch time and Saturday afternoons sometimes after the matinee let out at the nearby movie theater. Movie theater has been closed for decades and the pharmacy sold out to Eckards, which relocated the business to a brand new box store near the hospital. Now the hospital is closed and the Eckards is already gone. Such is life in a small town.
"Rin Tin Tin", "Circus Boy" and "Rama of the Jungle"
Captain Scarlet and the mysterons;
If 103 is true, then I was old at 25. I donʻt think I even knew the word "pop". My musical knowledge was limited to a fair amount of folk song, and a smattering of classical. My definition of "jazz" was: anything you can hear on a juke box.
I remember, in my 20s, asking a co-worker of about my own age if he knew the C & W song "The Battle of New Orleans". He said he knew OF it, but didnʻt "know" it. I expressed surprise that it wasnʻt his kind of song because, I said, "Itʻs ON the juke boxes!" (His focus, I realized later, was mainly on Broadway "Show" tunes.
Yeah... One of our buildings weekend doorman is a 32 y.o. geek techie (just got his A-1 certification also) and yet I had today to explain about shortwave radio, atmospheric propagation and interference,signal strength, etc.,etc.!
The girl I work with is 19 yrs old....guess you can take it from there ;>)
(this is one example I clearly remember.....but believe me it is one among many)
>200 PhaedraB: Phaedra, even 15 years ago, would a quarter (or two) have been worth the neurons they would have had to have used? I was also going to say that if you mentioned that Mary Martin was JR Ewing's mother it might have helped. But how in the name of all the gods does it happen that Dallas started thirty-three years ago and finished twenty years ago? It is probable that "Who shot Mr Burns?" is more relevant than "Who shot JR?" And please don't tell me how old the Simpsons reference is.
I think I've just had a You kids, get off of my lawn! moment!
As for the Simpsons--- part of one episode was enough, didn't much care for the comic strip in the paper either.
#203 is right, it is a matter of taste (though mine CAN'T be too good...I liked MARRIED, WITH CHILDERN - even then, the jokes get stale though).
I wouldn't have recognized either the name of the play or the singer, but Mary Martin I would recognize as the original Mary Poppins (a play in Hartford, CT).
I did run across rerun of the Flip Wilson show, recently. No idea what channel it was though, and didn't have time to watch much of it to see if held up over time. A few years ago, Laugh In was being aired, and I thought it was just as funny as it was when it first aired.
Was clean family fun ! Of course Sony and Cher were often on the show and my parents were convinced that the world was going to hell in a handbasket ;>)
I'm the parent of a 17-year old daughter and I'm concerned that the world is going to hell in a handbasket!
Too many cute quirky blondes. Too many smoldering pretty boys with light eyes. Can't keep them straight.
"plus ca change, plus ca la meme choise" (French- The more things change, the more they stay the same)
I'm 54 have kids and I find I'm still out of touch. I'm pretty good up to 2005 but things start to get fuzzy after that.
How about having a nun put your head under a water fountain spout to flatten out the ratting in your hairstyle?
to bat left.
(In baseball handedness is based on the throwing hand. Some right handed pitchers have batted left, but there have been only two cases I remmber of a left-handed pitcher batting right. Tug mcGraw was one of those exceptions.)) The belief at the time was that left handed batters have a natural advantage over
right handed pitchers, and right handers are the majority of pitchers.
Ted certainly was accident-prone* --which I dontʻ think had anything to do with handedness, although you might say he proved that a righty can be just as accident prone as a left.
I think the competent statistician that you mention, mersenne6, was right, and not the insurance pundits.
*In 1954, for example he broke his elbow in the
All-Star Game, finished the game, but missed the second half of the regular season.
The very first pro baseball game I ever went to was at Fenway Park to watch the Red Sox play. ( It was 1960 and I was in the 2nd Grade.) Anyway, Ted Williams comes to bat and the whole park stood up and started to cheer and yell. My father being the loudest of them all,
My Mother not being in a sports frame of mind ask my father "Whats going on, why is everyone yelling?". Dad answered it's "Ted Williams it's Ted Williams !!".
My Mother Asked Just as the park started to calm down, "Who the H**l is Ted williams ? " My Dads replay was quick and to the point .... "Quiet women you want to get us killed!"
Being the father of two left-handed boys, I agree with you one hundred and ten percent.
I first saw a ML game in 1942 at Fenway Park. Ted Williams was the Red Sox l.f. He was also during that year, taking courses at Bunker Hill Junior College, in preparation of his entering the Marine Corps (where he became a flight instructor; re-inducted in 1953, he was in combat) at the end of the season.
His temporary deferment during the first year of WW II caused some controversy, but he ended up having quite a military record (WW II and Korean War). Many Red Sox fans disliked him
--unrelated to the military connection --on the grounds that he didnʻt hit "in the clutch" that he supposedly had no concern with winning/losing, or with anything in baseball except his own batting average.
I, in turn disliked that kind of fan, because Williams was my favorite Red Socker. By late 1946 I was pretty much a Boston Braves fan,
but continued to be a Williams fan. I returned to the Red Sox when they became "the only game in town" with the Bravesʻ move to Milwaukee in 1953. ʻ53 was also the year of Tedʻs late season return from Korea.
A typical capsule report on the Soxʻ game, during the 50s, would be something like:
"Sox (won or lost). Ted did NOTHING!" --except for the many games where he DID do something. I wasnʻt seeing much baseball by the early 60s, so the fans may have mellowed
by that time. But, on reading your post (239), I had doubts that "Who...IS TW?" would get anyone killed. In the late 70s when I was visiting Boston
and saw the Sox play a Blue Jays team that was
narely Major League, I noticed from the talk of
fans sitting near me, that 8619505::Jim Rice --now a Hall of Famer, though hardly another Williams-- seemed to have inherited some of the old anti-Williams fans.
So maybe there is a love of mediocrity --as opposed to undeniable excellence-- among a faction of Boston fans. I remember the Boston Record American (now the 10477764::Herald of the 1950s
ran articles "proving" that a hit by infielder Billy Klaus (not a regular) was four times as valuable as a hit by Williams!-- by their own formula for the "value" of hits.
There is, b t w, a John Updike article about Williamsʻs last major league game that is something of a classic in sports writing.
I wanted a pack of flints for a Zippo at a drugstore and the clerk didn't even know what flints were!
We were over an Jeannie's house, working on a 7th grade homework project down in the basement. Her mom called us upstairs to see them. By week 2, we were already in front of the TV. By week three, we were gonners ...
Anyway, Dad constantly complained about rock, but when I was 11 years old in 1964 the Beatles played at the Hollywood Bowl. I won a free ticket from KFWB "Channel 98" and even though Dad suggested that I sell the ticket, he let me go. All by myself, in LA, when you could (mostly) still be safe in LA.
I was in a Beatles Fan Club in 5th Grade.
His real strength was his sharp wit - especially as Charlie.
I remember the Beatles on Ed Sullivan, oh that long hair! My father was so upset about it.
Topo - Edd-ee?
Ed S - Yes, Topo?
Topo - Kees me goodni-ight?
Ed S - :stiffly waves Topo away in feigned anger/embarassment, yet sorta smiling as he stalks off; the audience loved this:
I remember being in bed (or hiding at the top of the stairs), but Mom would always call me back down for Topo or other puppets. My first memory of Kermit is a skit where he was playing the piano (not Rowlf!). As he played, the piano was replaced by bigger pianos until the last one showed up with monster teeth and ate Kermit. Now that seems scary, yet I thought it was hysterical.
My friends and I tuned in for the rock and roll groups and singers, but we also got to see snippets of Broadway plays, vaudeville comics, acrobats, and lots of other truly variety performances. One of these was a sweet Italian puppet mouse named Topo Gigo. Another, a ventriloquist named Senor Wences, used his hand with a painted-on face as a puppet. Also a face in a box.
As regards Ed's attitude toward rock and roll (one of gritted teeth tolerance), when Elvis Presley first appeared, Ed decreed that he only be shown from the waist up.
I never did catch up with pop culture - always had my head in a book!
I was 34 years old when the Beatles first became well-known in the U.S. --Greater Boston,in my case.
I never became a fan. I did see Help! and Let it Be. I thought the former was over-rated.*
When in my 70s, though not a fan, I asked my sons, if they were at my funeral, to sing 5 songs, including 2 McCartney songs: Let it Be and the not-so-famous Mull of Kintyre. (My other selections were 2 Hawaiian songs -- both religious -- and one Irish song.)
*over-rated: in my vocabulary this is NOT a synonym for "useless, "Boring"
or "no-good". It means no less and no more than it says. I'm inclined to
think something has to be pretty good, in order to BE over-rated.
Just a few years later, Huckapoo shirts with powder blue 3-piece suits.
Linda Rondstadt wearing an official Cub Scout uniform, in concert. Years before she had to shop at Lane Bryant in order to find something to wear during her Mexican ballad phase.
I also had one dress I HATED to wear and when my mother would make me wear it I'd try to get it dirty on the way to school so I could come home and change to another dress. It worked a couple of times.....
My favorite outfit was a dark purple "Poor Boy" turtleneck and a dark purple/paisley corduroy hip-hugger skirt with a wide belt.
* Going to AA Moser's general store in Winston-Salem, NC with my dad to get groceries. That was when mom would send a grocery list to Mr Moser and he would get up your groceries. The store also, had a pot bellied wood stove that customers would sit around and chat during the winter.
Shopping downtown during the fall of the year, harvest time, we lived on a farm. Go once a year to get school clothes.
Having a black and white TV; favorite show was Roy Rogers & Dale Evans on Saturday mornings. I had a Dale Evans wrist watch... much prized possession.
Didn't wear pants to school until my sophmore year and then had to be dress pants with matching sweaters. NO Jeans, a no no for girls.
Dating was strictly supervised.. Mom had to be introduced to date and he had to pass inspection before dates. Wow, what a change from today.
Loved reading as a child, but, didn't own many books...too poor. All books were borrowed from school library. I do remeber the Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys series. I have collected a lot of the Nancy Drew books in my old age. They are still fun to read!
One year Mrs. Kimberling from the Boston Store sent boxes of clothes to the house for us to try on - we kept what we wanted to purchase and had the rest sent back.
We NEVER got to wear pants to school except twice a year - pants days. Couldn't be jeans either.
Hang 10 shirts, Poor Boy turtlenecks, jumpers, tights
Huge bells on the bellbottoms
Romeo and Juliet w/Olivia Hussey
Wearing a guy's I.D. bracelet to go steady
"Born to be Wild" playing on the speakers at the country club as you were jumping off the high dive
Walking EVERYWHERE (and love it!)
Jack in the Box (TOY)
My mother's Lark record player and I loved the little "disc" you put on the middle prong if you wanted to play a 45 and you had to slide the little switch to either 33, 45 or 78
Pork chop sideburns
57 Chevys (all my bf's had 'em!)
Sky King, Lassie, Dr. Kildare, Father Knows Best, Ozzie and Harriet, Wild Kingdom, Dark Shadows, Superman, Sing Along with Mitch, American Bandstand, and so many more!
I remember lots of commercials; Lark, Camel, PalMal cigarettes. Breck shampoo, Gillette razors, CocaCola, etc.
The ice cream truck and the mosquito truck were always exciting in our neighborhood :)
Vaccum cleaner salesmen and Encyclopedia Britannica, World Book, salesmen.
Babysitting for .50 an hour; working at Dairy Queen for .75 an hour.
Central vaccum cleaner
Those fat yarn things to tie your hair up in pigtails or a ponytail.
Penny loafers and as mentioned, saddle shoes. Clogs, peace necklaces, maxi and mini skirts.
Female teachers wearing cat eye glasses and long skirts or dresses. And HOSE
The "gypsy" or "peasant" look
Jersey knit fabric and corduroy
Chunky platform shoes/sandals
Mr. Rogers defending PBS to the U.S. Senate
AND check out this 1969 interview with Joan Crawford about fashion... LOL!
Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea
The Rat Patrol
Wearing pants with more colors than kaleidoscope
Playing in the creek, digging clay from the banks to make pottery for our moms
Reading every Nancy Drew mystery I could get my hands on
Watching Dark Shadows every afternoon
Riding my bike through the woods for hours without a care in the world. Mama turned us loose after lunch and didn't expect to see us again until supper-time (that's dinner to some of you :)) It was such a wonderful taste of freedom; a privilege that was lost to my daughter.
@Booksloth- a mosquito truck rode through the neighborhood, usually in the early evening, spraying foggy chemicals to help rid us of those pesky munchers.
Thanks for the stanza. I remember when that song was popular but I never got the last line.
Thank goodness, we had none of that in Central Pennsylvania, although DDT definitely was in use up until the 1950's.
Nancy Drew...ah, I'd literally bicycle to the nearest village, one mile away to borrow Nancy Drew, Bobbsey Twins and Cherry Ames books from an elderly couple who went to our church and encouraged my enthusiasm for reading. Really, our parents let us run all over the place until our menses were imminent. I was useful to the boys damming up the crick as long as I brought snacks, but one day I presumed on the group's supposedly open door policy and got a rock thrown in my eye. That was the day before I was to sing at the Children's Day service in a beautiful new frock. My shiner was the talk of the congregation.
White buck shoes, crinolines, transferable lace collars, circle pins, high school proms, college proms, dressing up for dates. BLUE JEANS strictly forbidden outside the garden!
No TV in our home until 1956. By then I was in an academic track at high school, involved in after school A Capella Choir, Band and Orchestra practice, among other things, and had absolutely no time for it at all. (Now my big weakness is Project Runway and Roseanne's Nuts, as well as Jonathan Ames and Curb Your Enthusiasm, among other stupid things. The Moroccan Expedition on ABC is pretty interesting too!)
Yes, those were good shows (I didn't care for 77 sunset) but you forgot 'The Untouchables' and 'The Jackie Gleason Show' .
I didn't see the Beatles the first time they were on Sullivan, but a neighbor's older sister did and he told me she went nuts. they were on again a few weeks later, so i watched then. i only vaguely remember.
I interviewed Rick Jason about his life and career for an article I wrote about a national group of Combat! fans who maintained their enthusiasm for the show through the late '90s with newsletters and annual meetings. Jason committed suicide the next year.
Here's something I distinctly remember about being a boy in the early 1960s: My mom and my friends' moms came to walk us home from elementary school, and when spring came they wore sleeveless blouses. On the way back, my mom asked me if I noticed that one of the other moms had numbers tattooed on her arm, and she explained to me how that happened.
Didn't Rick Jason play the lieutenant? I haven't thought much about the show since the 60's, except when Vic Morrow was killed.
I don't remember anyone with numbers on their arms, but I clearly remember the sickening feeling I got when my grandmother told me all about lampshades.
chg1: some cable channel was doing heavy rotation reruns in the 90s and i watched them, and i have to tell you, they were great. mini-existential dramas as the team advanced across france after d-day (same historical framework AND dramatic structure as 'saving private ryan.') as i remember, the show was split between two leads, morrow and jason; i think jason's character led the 'away' missions.
I was never a cable subscriber and rarely (actually, not on years) go to movies. I actually remember the original airings (The introcomplete with theme music, that's how much I, and a friend, were addicted to that show ! We even used to play Combat!)
So after church, I googled Mr. Magoo and tried to explain it to her. But she agreed that Mr. Brown was a dead ringer for Mr. Magoo. (Mr. Brown, btw, is a lovely man, and is like Mr. Magoo only in looks!)
and #290 - I'm 58 and have an 18 year old daughter (she just turns 18 today!) and I'm always referring to things she doesn't know or understand. I probably bore her to death explaining things, but she's definitely more well rounded than a lot of kids her age. I showed her Topo Gigio and Senor Wences recently and they had not aged well.....
Another one was Tugboat Annie. It was like The Beachcombers but filmed in the Toronto Harbour
Reading aloud: My grandparents, born in the 1870's, had grown up reading aloud. They were charter members of the Dickens Club in our college town. The group gathered to read aloud from Dickens' books and discuss them. I haven't cataloged all the complete works in my personal library yet since the shelves are hard to reach. Must do it one of these times.
Can anyone think of an author a group would meet to discuss for decades? (Well, some folks like Ayn Rand. Let's not go THERE.)