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and you're even older when you cannot remember.blueangelmodeler wrote: You're really getting old if you remember ...
The TV game show CONCENTRATION
Queen For A Day
The Cisco Kid
When Art Fleming hosted Jeopardy
The Millionaire ... John Veres Vertipton
Brill-cream --- A Little Dab'l Do Ya
Mickey Mantle using Gillette shaving cream
January 1, 1953 --- Hank Williams death announcement
Okay ... now it's your turn to add to the list ~~~
Ah, A townie kid. I grew up out in the country. The closest kid was a quarter mile either way on a dirt road. We played in the fields and forests around our homes. Lots of ponds and streams and quiet shady spots. As long as you didn't mess with stuff, most neighbours didn't mind if you walked cross-lots. We didn't play much baseball because the closest diamond was at least 3 miles away and there weren't enough kids in a mile radius to make up two teams. No cell phones, only partylines on a landline. No street lights either. At best there was a 60 watt bulb for yard light above the backdoor.takenname1 wrote: Waking up excited for what fun and adventure a new day would bring. Leaving the house at 9am. Grabbing my bat and glove and my bike, which btw was left outside overnight with no worries that it would be taken. Then going over to my friend's house and not using the doorbell, cuz there probably wasn't one, or even knocking for that matter. Calling out yo Jim, yo Tim, yo Stevie, you Billie. And one by one getting my friends together to share that days adventure and fun. Then going over to the school parking lot or the dirt field next to the church. Playing ball all day 2 or 3 games. Taking a break to pool all of our money and go up to the corner Ma and Pa store and buy one or two Pepsi's of which everyone shared. If we had no money we would find a garden hose to drink out of. Then if we got hungry we should all go to our houses and gulp down whatever our Ma's had around. Then back to the field. If not another baseball game we would go ride our bikes if my Mother ever knew where I was and distances I rode she would certainly been angry. But most of our Dads got home around 5pm and it would be dinner time
So once again we ran home to gulp down dinner, which by the way my Mom prepared for my Dad, so if you didn't like it too bad cuz Ma didn't run a restaurant!
But it was back outside to meet up with my friends again and we usually hung out in the alley playing kick-the-can, dodgeball or something. Then we all had to be home at dark or no later than 9:30.
If I did not come home on my own Ma or Dad would yell out the back door for me, no more than twice and that was my signal that if I didn't get home soon you
I would have to answer to my Dad.
It's amazing how back then you would leave the house early in the morning and not have to be back until dark! You only came home to have dinner real quick and that was the only time during the course of 12 plus hours that either of your parents saw you! No 500.00 Phone/Computer in your pocket for anyone to Tweet, Facebook, Facetime or text you. And there were no worries with you being incommunicado.....
Then I went home to a hot, unairconditioned house. If I watched TV it was what my Dad wanted to watch, so I grabbed a model and built it while sitting in the living room with my parents.