remember the good ol days..

e-mail ^ | 17-april-2011 | ol hickory

[OL Hickory]

Remember the good ol days? Mom's smoked and drank when pregnant, you were raised on home cooking, your crib was covered with Lead Base paint, rode a bike with no helmet on gravel roads, you went outside till the street lights came on, your parents had no childproof lids or seat belts in cars, you got spanked when you misbehaved, had 3 TV channels you got up to change, school always started w/the Pledge of Allegiance, & stores were closed Sunday,you drank water out of a creek or out of water hose and YOU STILL TURNED OUT OK, if you can remember others that the kids of today would cry and wine about post em..

[traderrob6]

“Whole box at a time if you could find a big enough hammer.”

Dam%, you were tough!

[stylin19a]

I was thinking that’s where it came from

I also like this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jaTgO24xIk

[ilovesarah2012]

I am not averse to a low form of conversation. LOL

[Excellence]

Ah, yes. Fetal alcohol syndrome and asthma. How sweet the memory.

[nesnah]

I would take a roll and set it upright, get a baseball bat and hold it vertically, then draw back and bring the damn thing down on the whole roll.

It made a very nice noise. :-)

I also remember my friend, Rusty, and I unrolling firecrackers and harvesting the gunpowder. We’d get a used kite-string tube, wax a penny in one end, and fill the rest with the GP, finishing the other end with a penny and wax. Then we’d drill a small hole in the middle and stick in a fuse.

We’d go out to the wood pile in his back yard, stick it done a few rows, and light it. Big noise and wood everywhere.

[ilovesarah2012]

Wish I wouldn’t have destroyed my Mickey Mantle rookie cards on the spokes of my bike, but it sure sounded cool.

[drdemars]

I remember:
Five baby Ruth's candy bars for five cents.
10 cents for Saturday double feature at the movies.
A pound of baloney for 10 cents and loaf of bread 10 cents.
Black electrical tape for baseballs repair and also for cracked bats.
Fighting over which is best a western flyer or a liberty bike.
Shoes, meat and gasoline rationed. there was a war going on you know.

[GloriaJane]

My song Baseball Apple Pie And Mom say's it all about how I feel about the subject.

[DLfromthedesert]

and LAWYERS!!

[DLfromthedesert]

I’m stealing this for my Facebook page :)

[GloriaJane]

I used to love those little exploding dots! I’d stick them in my little cowboy gun that I kept in my holster on my hip while I galloped around my back yard on my broom stick horse. LOL

[DLfromthedesert]

But you didn’t sit on your butt playing video games and/or texting all day; bet you were out getting lots of exercise riding your bike and running around.

[abclily]

The ‘lead in paint’ foolishness started when liberals were trying to find an excuse for why some inner-city children did not do well in school. Liberals decided they could not learn as well as others, because they had been chewing on window sills painted with lead-based paint. The whole thing is a crock. How many of you have ever seen a child chewing on a window sill? Now we have fees for inspections for lead-based paint, etc. - a whole new industry.

[ynotjjr]

My Dad let me hold his nail as he pounded into the wood till he was ready to finish it off. My memory of that childhood common event was suppressed for decades. We it surfaced a few years back I asked him WTF he was thinking, letting a five year old hold his 2 inch nails, thinking I was helping, while he pounded away. He said he never misses and wanted to try it again. What really made me made was a story his best friend told me about him and my dad swimming across the Niagara River in the 30’s as kids. The goal was to make it across before you were caught in the flow that would take you over the Falls. I was so mad at him, I told him his recklessness almost cost me my life! He turn 94 April 8th and we sat together at Mass this morning.

[Zman516]

I remember...

Having real fireworks on the 4th of July, blowing cans in the air with firecrackers and cherry bombs. Blowing up anthills with M80’s & ‘shooting’ roman candles at each other.

Swimming in irrigation canals.

Walking down main street with my .22 rifle on the way to go rabbit hunting...just for the fun of killing jackrabbits.

Riding down the highway in dad’s pickup bed...standing up!

[knarf]

"Then we'd use the powder we collected to make giant firecrackers or skyrockets."

No guts.

We stuck a pipe in the ground, dropped a lit firecracker in and a marble on top.

INCOMING !!

[Harold Shea]

I still have a pair of glasses with a hole in the right lens where my brother shot me with a BB gun.

Playing cowboys in the barn...pow.

The Dr said just a hair to the right would have lost the eye

Wore an eye patch for about 2 months

They are not toys

[arasina]

I remember my mother letting me drink a little beer and lots of coffee (with rich milk and sugar) when I was a kid;

We must be related. LOL It was the same for me -- a little beer and lots of coffee. Once I got to be really special when my mother let me take that (lots of sugar and milk) coffee to school in a thermos. I was in first grade!

Did you also try tasting a tiny bit of dirt like we did?

[Harold Shea]

I still have a pair of glasses with a hole in the right lens where my brother shot me with a BB gun.

Playing cowboys in the barn...pow.

The Dr said just a hair to the right would have lost the eye

Wore an eye patch for about 2 months

They are not toys.

That Daisy still shoots hard

[CitizenM]

What I remember best is that we were safe to walk almost anywhere without our parents or adult supervision.

We walked by ourselves to the movies on Saturdays for 17 cartoons (at 25 cents). We walked to school, carried our lunches in metal boxes that (by the end of the school year) smelled like mayonnaise, bologna, and sour milk but we lived. We walked to the streetcars and then rode them to the roller skating rink and back ... and we were 10 years old!

We played in the neighborhood park and our parents stayed home and we knew to go home when the street lights came on. We walked through the water in a local creek and didn't care what the water might have had in it. We walked behind the ice truck, waiting for a piece of ice to fall off; and behind the fruit man hoping for a piece of fruit to fall. We followed the scissor sharpener man and laughed and teased him. We colored pictures with crayons and made paste from flour and water and hung up our "artwork" on the sides of buildings. We were free to be children. It was a grand time.