[Rushmore Rocks]

I’m so old that I remember that the only Band-Aids were white. Telephones were all black, and you actually had to put your fingers in the holes and dial them..................if you dialed “O”, the operator, a real person, answered. I even had a key to tighten my roller skates. I wore it on a chain around my neck.

Damn this dementia, if it were not for that, I could come up with so many more.

[Daffynition]

Do you remember *party lines* .....picking up the phone and telling your neighbor [Mrs. Quirk, in our case] to get-off the phone b/c you had to make a call?

Every good neighborhood had a sandlot. I'm sure the property belonged to someone who didn't care if kids used it. We played almost every afternoon, in season.

And in *Choosing up Sides*, it had to be decided if there *cupsies* or *NO-cupsies.*

And our PE teachers let us play dodge ball! Heaven forbid!

And on days we had to bring our own lunch to school, we could bring peanut butter & jelly sandwiches without having a lock-down or HAZMAT teams show up.

[Daffynition]

And you needed 4 of those white bandaids to cover the scrape on your knee! Remember how it burned when mom poured peroxide on it to wash out all the grit. Ouch!

If you still had a key at the start of a new season of skating...you were *king*.

Our sidewalks were made of slate.....so skating was pretty tricky. ;)

[SgtHooper]

We had a party line in the country. We answered 2-ringers. Neighbor bitches always picked up to snoop on our phone conversations.

[mojo114]

At 16 I was hired part-time as a telephone operator and was the person that said “number please”.

[Kirkwood]

I remember crank phones. Pick it up and have “Sarah” ring Floyd’s barbershop or whatever. Later we had a black phone, but no dial. Pick it up and click the receiver a couple times to get the operator. Wanted electricity? Turn on the generator. Rural electrification was still a few years off. Wanted cool milk? Go get some out of the root cellar through the trap door in the kitchen floor. Sweating in 95 degree heat trying to get to sleep? Wait for the end of September to get the “air conditioning” turned on.

[MagnoliaB]

The first phone I remember was a crank on the wall and you had the phone that didn’t have anything on it. You had to crank the wall part to get the operator and tell who you wanted to call. You heard everybody’s ring on your party line and knew who were getting calls. Our ring was three longs and three shorts. Everybody knew everybody else’s business cause you could pick up the phone and listen in. Those were the days.....

I also have fond memories of being rolled down a large hill in a 55 gal. metal drum by a sibling among other things.

I’m amazed I’m still alive.