Does Anyone Remember...

March 3, 2013 | Doc Savage

[mylife]

Doe’s anyone remember:

Butter churns or Hog scrappers?

[AppyPappy]

Well, I was killed if that’s what you mean.

I got better.

[Daffynition]

Hoodsie lids.

I kept buying eating those things with hope I'd get my favorite..........

I don't recall that I ever did.

[Daffynition]

Witch Hazel, made in Essex, Connecticut!

[Intolerant in NJ]

Playing maulball - real tackle football without pads - on the college fields of a hot summer afternoon, resting after under the tall oak trees, then heading home for a nice family supper.....
Being awakened around midnight on a Christmas eve so my sisters and I oculd go downstairs accompanied by Santa Claus, a guy from the neighborhood who dressed as the jolly old elf and visited some of the nearby homes to let kids have a little peek at the presents he had supposedly brought before sending them back upstairs to wait 'til morning - once I caught sight of the orange, blue and white box under the tree that meant I was going to get that Lionel train gizmo I had asked for, there was no more sleeping for the rest of the night.....
Thinking up excuses to make to that pesky kid who kept calling up and wanting me to go over to his house and play, so that I could stay home and listen to the Saturday morning shows, literally curled up against the big speaker of the old Sears Silvertone console radio - "Let's Pretend", "Big Jon and Sparky" - kids today have nothing to match them for encouraging awe and imagination and - social consciousness - "You go to your church and I'll go to mine and we'll all walk along together" still about says it all.....
I miss it all - it makes me sad.......

[coldflamingo]

I was born in 1932.....About 5 years ago my eldest son remarked that I should write down “those stories” so that he could tell them to his kids. I am now on my 4th book, self published and have only got up to 1951 when I started my military career which ended in 1975. I can hardly wait until the series is finished, I really want to see how it ends. I have watched this country reach for the stars and now I am watching it stumble blindly down down a lonely dirt road... God Help us all.
Just one of the troops.

[sodpoodle]

Thank you for the link.

Where are the inspirational lyrics and melody in music today? Even the 80’s and 90’s had lyrics and memorable melodies. All I hear on the radio are no-talent teenagers, talking and tapping: squawking and rapping. It’s garbage.

One side benefit - my children discovered classical music.

[FamiliarFace]

That’s wonderful!! I’d like to read them, too! (You are slightly younger than my Mom, and my Dad passed away 10 years ago, so it’s too late for him to write.)

[spel_grammer_an_punct_polise]

On the FReeper Canteen you will hear all genres of music except rap-crap. In addition, you will be able to make requests to the DJs in the Canteen.

Of course, you will have to search for the thread every Friday night. It is usually posted as close to 8 PM Friday night as possible.

[Intolerant in NJ]

Glad you're writing your books - I'm a few years younger than you (B. 1938), but I think we were fortunate to grow up in what was the best time in the history of the greatest nation that ever did and probably ever will exist on this dusty little planet - the ten or fifteen years right after WWII were so full of hope and confidence and promise - we were the strongest and most prosperous country and yet we were helping people all over the world get back on their own feet - then I think we became victims of our own success - too well educated and sophisticated - too eager to show the next guy how sensitive we all were by finding some grievance or social evil to feel morally superior about....

The knock on the 50's was that people then were too smug in their own little worlds, and didn't really care about things like bigotry and poverty, but that little quote, repeated as the farewell at the end of each Saturday morning broadcast of No School Today: "You go to your church and I'll go to mine and we'll all walk along together" has always stuck in my mind as an indicator of how people were aware of inequalities and intolerance, and were about setting them right through quiet, persistent, and respectful efforts rather than the bombast, demands and thuggism we see so often now. Your books will probably serve for those in the future to help relive a golden age this country will likely never see again......