I lubbed that ohd tinsahl. Never czued anee problms 4or me.
Well the good thing about that old tinsel during the Cold War was you could wrap yourself like mummy for radiation shielding.
Surprised the gubmint hasn’t shutdown Santa Lucia celebrations yet...candles on your head!!!
http://hometownsource.com/2014/12/20/santa-lucia-has-true-swedish-touch-in-milaca/
Paint doesn’t taste like it used to either.
My brother and I once tried to put tinsel on the tree with the shop vac exhaust and the hose.
It didn’t really work, but we didn’t give up until the tinsel was all over the room.
Half of all adults smoked and in front of kids, cars had no seatbelts, kids played cowboys and Indians with toy guns, candy had red dye #2, kids rode bikes without helmets, gasoline had lead in it, factories had belching smokestacks, prayer was said in school...
There’s lots more Freepers could add to the list.
Ain’t it a miracle we boomers have lived to tell these frightening tales?
We got one of these, without the color wheel, because my mom became allergic to pine.
The first year we had it everyone was disappointed, so the next year my dad spray painted
it green.
Lead or plastic...didn’t matter.
There was ALWAYS a trail of tinsel left across the backyard grass as we pulled the tree into the woods after taking it down.
Working at a machine shop, the owner’s wife came back and asked me to make her some shavings for tinsel. I chucked up a hunk of aluminum and dug in deep and fast with the lathe and caught the long curls until she had enough. Then she noticed some nylon chips in the pan and had to have some white nylon shavings, too.
We would lay it across the train tracks to spark and reverse the train direction.
I ate the stuff and played with mercury too.
Bubble lights! I remember the bubble lights! I could sit for hours and watch the bubbles form and flow up the center of the bulb on the tree!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubble_light
“We were so poor, we couldn’t afford tinsel for our Christmas tree, so we just waited for Grandpa to sneeze.” - Rodney Dangerfield
Can’t begin to tell you how many fishing sinkers I’ve bitten closed with my teeth. Wished I could but the old.........uh........uh..........thinky thing ain’t what it used to be.
TInsel used to be a wonderful addition to the tree and always a little bit dangerous if any got on the plug of a light string while being tested and then strung.
then the EPA (thanks for nothing Dick) got a hold of it and tinsel was never the same it became a mylar plastic slick thing that barely stays on anything other than the floor and the bottom of my socks. I hate it
I recall an abundance of dog poop with tinsel in it around the neighborhood when I was a kid.