THIS could make you cry………in a good way!! :-)


A neat run down memory lane (somewhat Americanized).

It took three minutes for the TV to warm up.

Nobody owned a purebred dog.

When a quarter was a decent allowance, and made with real Silver!

You’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny. Made with real copper! Looking to see if it was a 1943 copper penny!

You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, all for free, every time.� � And you didn’t pay for air? And, you got trading stamps to boot.

Laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box.
Not to mention Cracker Jacks!

It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents.

They threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed…and they did it!

When a 57 Chevy was everyone’s dream car…to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races, and people went steady.

No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked.

Lying on your back in the grass with your friends and saying things like, ‘That cloud looks like a…’.

Playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game.

Stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger.

And with all our progress, don’t you just wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace, and share it with the children of today.

When being sent to the principal’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited the student at home.

Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat!? But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.

As well as summers filled with bike rides, Hula hoops, and visits to the pool, and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.

Didn’t that feel good, just to go back and say,‘Yeah, I remember that’.

I am sharing this with you today because it ended with a Double Dog Dare to pass it on. To remember what a Double Dog Dare is, read on. And remember that the perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care.

Send this on to someone who can still remember Howdy Doody and The Peanut Gallery, the Lone Ranger, The Shadow knows, Nellie Bell, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk.

Candy cigarettes.

Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside.

Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles.
Coffee shops with Table Side Jukeboxes
Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum.
Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers.

Newsreels before the movie.

Telephone numbers with a word prefix..(Yukon 2-601). Or, some of us remember when there were just 4 numbers with no word prefix at all. And, nearly everyone had a party line.


Hi-Fi’s & 45 RPM records.

78 RPM records!

S&H Green Stamps.

Mimeograph paper.

The Fort Apache Play Set.

Do You Remember a Time When…
Decisions were made by going ‘eeny-meeny-miney-moe’.
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, ‘Do Over!’

‘Race issue’ meant arguing about who ran the fastest.

Catching The Fireflies Could Happily Occupy An Entire Evening

It wasn’t odd to have two or three ‘Best Friends’.

Having a Weapon in School meant being caught with a Slingshot

Saturday morning cartoons weren’t 30-minute commercials for action figures

‘Oly-oly-oxen-free’ made perfect sense.

The Worst Embarrassment was being picked last for a team.

War was a card game.
Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.

Taking drugs meant orange – flavored chewable aspirin.� �

Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.
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If you can remember most or all of these, Then You Have Lived!!!!!!!


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17 Responses to THIS could make you cry………in a good way!! :-)

  1. Bob says:

    Most of those memories are in my mental library except for a couple like the oly-oly-oxen thing. That must have come from Yankee land.

    When I was a kid, our drinking glasses originated as jelly jars. How about starting college and getting a set of steak knives from Shell oil? When I was a young married man, I patronized a certain gas station because they would give a glass away for every fill-up. Although we had plenty of dishes gifted to us for marriage gifts, we used the heck out of those service station glasses for a couple of decades. When we lived in Houston we accumulated a set of drinking glasses with Houston Oiler team graphics. They made great hi-ball glasses.

    In the southern states football games were dress-up events if you carried a date. For homecoming games it would be sport coat with tie. That tradition is dead, now. Too bad. The way some kids dress at sports events is almost criminal. Also, when I was a college freshman everybody wore nice clothes. Women, especially, would make an effort to look nice with their clothes, hair, and makeup.

    When my daughter was a freshman, I was mortified to see how slovenly college girls had become. Shorts, jeans, flip-flops, and no attention to hair or makeup was an eye-opener along with coed dorms and baskets of free condoms at the university health center. To think that I actually left my sweet daughter on one of those cesspools of sin and debauchery. She has kids, now, and is starting to understand my anxieties when she was in school.

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  2. bocopro says:

    We like to look back nostalgically through the time’s insidious distortion of events at what our memory tells us was so good about the past. We like to relive in our heads the romance, the glory, the fun, the triumphs of the ‘good ol’ days.’

    But much of what went on before wasn’t really that good. Often it’s just that our minds tend to modify, rearrange, edit, or even rewrite what actually happened. In the 40s we still had whooping cough and polio and small pox and other killer diseases.

    Nobody had air conditioning, there were no freeways, very few families had TV, and even in the 50s the big cities had only two or three channels, all of which went off the air around midnight and often had ghosts and shadows in the black-and-white pictures.

    And we were still scared back then, scared of the Russkis, scared of organized crime, scared of disease and tornadoes and earthquakes and floods and hurricanes and forest fires. Life expectancy was much lower than it is today, and about the only miracle drug we had was penicillin.

    And people found things to complain about . . . prices, taxes, politicians, potholes, overcrowding in hospitals and schools and universities, and especially corruption in government, at all levels. Sure the past was great . . . at times. But America had its bad times, too, like all other countries.

    We were simply incredibly fortunate to have stumbled upon a continent with vast untouched resources just sitting there for the taking, plus those two enormous moats on either coast protecting us from invasion and other outside influences.

    Just as we’d all like a do-over of our adolescence, our good times, our heydays, we’d like to go relive those decades of glory and prestige and success the country had, especially after WWII, or at least as we remember ‘em.

    But we can’t, and that’s the truth. You can’t go back, no matter how much you want to. Things just aren’t the same, and they can never be as we remember them again, especially when our memories lie to us. I had a good lesson in that yesterday when my AT&T package went AWOL and I had no TV, no fone, no e-mail, no internet, no Google.

    Simply put, we have moved on. In 1945 the US population was barely more than 130 million; today there are over 320 million people here, many of them illegally. Yeah, gas was under a quarter a gallon and a loaf of bread was under a dime, but the median income was around $3500 per annum, and although you could buy a fairly decent house with $5K, people fought over nickles and dimes.

    And the people aren’t the same any more. Personal responsibility and accountability are archaic and counterproductive concepts to “liberated” people. Virtually every wrong thing done in America today is blamed either on somebody else or society in general. Patriotism is considered hokey by many young urbanites, and the entitlement train is much more comfortable than the work wagon.

    Half the populace is on the take in one form or another, with Earned Income returns from IRS, Social Security, Welfare, Unemployment Insurance, Workers’ Comp, subsidized housing, Food Stamps, and they consider those things their right, not a gift or an earned benefit.

    The mindset is no longer about My Country, but My Entitlement. No, even if we COULD go back to the 40s or 50s aware of all we know today, we’d probably be physically uncomfortable and bored silly.

    Just as a 75-year-old man can never rejuvenate his organs, his eyes, his muscles, his teeth, his prostate to what they were when he was a teenager, America has absolutely no chance of ever returning to the glory days of yore when Europe was completely dependent upon us for the basic necessities; China was a ravaged agricultural badlands; Japan was a gaunt, burnt-out, starving, defeated bully; Islam was some strange cult wandering the deserts of Africa and Arabia; and nobody else in the world had the strength or the capital or the power to challenge us . . . except the Soviet Union, which was operating on a doomed ideology (although it didn’t yet realize that fact).

    America is no longer growing. It grew big and strong and full of chutzpah and muscle and energy, but like an old man has now begun to deteriorate and get lazy. The people avoid hard work whenever possible and credit-purchase creature comforts they often can’t afford because of their aversion to thrift, common sense, and personal accountability.

    Americans have discovered that they now can vote themselves money and entitlements which the government takes from other people to give to them so that they’ll continue voting for the libtards they elected to give them the bennies in the first place. We’re hooked on fast food, instant communication, creature comforts, and other people’s money. And the addiction has made us as much like our great grandparents as Beyonce is like Pearl Bailey and Yoko Ono is like Yamamoto.

    Yeah, I wish I had a flat belly and a limber back and all my teeth and hair and a prostate smaller than a baseball and eyes that could tell the difference between a Chevy and a Ford at 50 feet without coke-bottle-bottom lenses. But I guess that’s just the nature of dreams, in’nit: if you’re gonna wish, you might as well wish for what you ain’t got; wishin for what you already have would be as dumb as thinkin we could just throw a lever in a voting booth and return to Happy Days.

    Not gonna happen, folks, any more than the Roman Empire will rise again and Britain will rule the waves. So just enjoy the pablum the mass media feeds you, and spend your retirement before you die and pass it on to a buncha whiners who’ll just piss it away on special rules for special folks, like transgender bathrooms and mosques in feeble efforts to prove they’re “enlightened, tolerant, politically correct” little drones.

    It WAS fun while it lasted, tho, and I’m glad I was born way back when.

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  3. I’d disappear for a day, and when I came back I was asked how my day was.
    Today that is child abuse.


  4. Wonderful days forever gone!


  5. kidme37 says:

    Yesterday When I Was Young

    (French singer-songwriter Charles Aznavour wrote and recorded this in 1964 as “Hier Encore,” or “Only Yesterday.” Country singer Roy Clark, who had just started his long-running gig as the co-host of Hee Haw, covered the song in 1969 and landed in the Top 10 on the country chart.)

    Yesterday when I was young
    The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
    I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
    The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
    The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
    I’d always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
    I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
    And only now I see how the years ran away.

    Yesterday when I was young
    So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
    So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
    And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
    I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
    I never stopped to think what life was all about
    And every conversation I can now recall
    Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.

    Yesterday the moon was blue
    And every crazy day brought something new to do.
    I used my magic age as if it were a wand
    And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
    The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
    And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.
    The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
    And only I am left on stage to end the play.

    There are so many songs in me that won’t be sung,
    I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
    The time has come for me to pay for
    Yesterday when I was young…

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  6. Mustang says:

    Change is what happens when you live for a long time. Most of us here qualify. My grandmother was born in1890 and lived 98 years. She often told me what it was like growing up before the turn of the century, how it was when she was a young lady in the early 1900s. She absolutely hated what American society had become. She passed away in 1988. I daresay that if she didn’t like the United States in the 1950s, 60s, and 70s, she would be beside herself today.

    Looking forward to another 70 years from now, there will be people with nose-ring scars and droopy tattoos, missing their teeth due to drug use in their earlier years, and they’ll be complaining about how they missed the good old days when “rap” kept everyone on edge. And they’ll say, “Ah, those were the days.”

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  7. peter3nj says:

    Here in Yankee land 15 cent slice of pizza, 15 cent Sabrett hot dog from the cart, 20 cents for the bus from Union City, NJ to the Port Authority in NYC, 5 cent tip from customers when collecting for the 35 cent per week newspaper delivery, 15 cent fare on NY subbways, 5 cent fare on the Staten Island Ferry, 49-69 cents for a 45 record, no backpack but a rubber book strap, $3.50 for a box seat at Yankee Stadium, 75 cents for the bleachers, $ 1.50 for grandstand and $2.00 for the mezzanine section where you might have a pole in your line of sight, 23 p/gal when I first drove in 1968, $5.00 for an oil change, 5 cents for a candy bar except 10 cents for Peter Paul Mounds and
    and Almond Joy, 5 cents for a 6 1/2 ounce glass bottle of coke from the machine, 10 cents for comic books *** note- in 1962 the price went up to 12 cents and DC comics printed the entire back cover with an apology for the increase in price along with the reason for it, 30 cents for the Saturday afternoon movies, adults-$1.00, low cut black converse sneakers $7.50-$8.00, haircut 50 cents- did i forget anything?
    Oh yeah one more thing: Sophomore year (1966) in high school my friend Frank bet me $5.00 I wouldn’t ask out a certain girl Janet on a date. I did, he paid up-she and I took the Boulevard bus from Union City to Journal square in Jersey City, saw a movie at the Stanley Theater, went across the street to the Griddle for the perfunctory post movies meal, took the bus back home and cost me less than a $ out of pocket. How were we to know how rich we were back then?
    At least we won’t be around when today’s younguns reflect back on the good old days of today.


  8. geeez2014 says:

    Well, it’s tough to read all these wonderful comments and not feel really lousy, isn’t it.

    Imagine when people got nicely dressed for the theater, for the airplane, for a football game….Remember when rock bands wore suits and ties? Then the Beatles did drugs and wore ‘acid clothes’ and all changed.

    We WERE RICH BACK THEN, Peter….and we were VERY LUCKY to have lived it…..

    Mustang, I, too, can only imagine what your grandma would think…or my dad, or Kid’s folks, etc etc…

    Bocopro…we DID have plenty to complain about back then……..if we’d only known how much more would happen…

    And still FAITH SURVIVES somehow…or is trying to.

    Neighbors would probably been heard to say “There’s that family which doesn’t go to church!” Now it’s probably a mocking “There’s that family which goes to CHURCH!”

    We let go of decency….not only that, we started to mock decency and MOCK GOOD…”who are YOU to say that standing up when a woman walks into the room is GOOD” (for example)

    ugh. I hoped this list did make you smile, anyway! It did me!!

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  9. geeez2014 says:

    I have not had a fast food ANYTHING since March.

    The other day, I got a regular burger at Carl’s Jr and fries….it was cold, but ok.

    Today, I stopped at McDonald’s and got ONE FILET OF FISH. I swear that hot, crispy outside of the filet, with the fish-tender inside and soft bun with tartar sauce was as good as ANY meal I had at the best restaurant in Paris !!!

    NIRVANA!!! I feel like driving back to get another one! :-0

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  10. MAL says:

    My first thoughts were what Bocopro said about how different we would feel if we actually went back; that we’re only remembering the good stuff, not the inconveniences we didn’t know we had.
    And Bob, yeah, the olly-oly-oxen free was all part of playing hide-‘n’seek. I never thought about it being a regional thing though. Y’all probably had your own little sayings we wouldn’t understand, right?

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  11. Bob says:

    “that hot, crispy outside of the filet, with the fish-tender inside and soft bun with tartar sauce was as good as ANY meal I had at the best restaurant in Paris !”

    Next time ask for a double-fish filet sandwich. It has two pieces of fish on one bun. Twice as good!

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  12. geeez2014 says:

    BOB! I couldn’t see the screen (I was at drive-thru) becausE the sun was directly on it…DOUBLE? I had no idea…thanks xxx

    Mal, I think Bocopro has a point but I think with DECENCY, with GOODNESS, we get through things best….and if we were all dressing with respect and dignity, being kinder, caring what people thought, showing respect, etc….I think we’d be better at getting through today’s nightmare, too.


  13. MAL says:

    True, Z. I do agree. “If only….”………………..


  14. Baysider says:

    I only saw a newsreel before a movie in a movie. 🙂 But most of the rest I concur. That was the age we grew up in.

    Does any kid “lay rubber” now? Well, I should say, any BOY. My brother had a friend who did that with his slicks. Shows you how the 16 year old brain isn’t developed to notice context and exercise discretion. He peeled out of a stop sign to “impress” the car behind him. It was a cop. Got out of his car peeling rubber off his windshield, laughing so hard he could hardly get his ticket book out.

    Re: parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat!? But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.” Josh McDowell once wrote: Rules – Relationships = Rebellion. Yes, their love and relationship made the discipline mostly work. I heard Dr. Dobson talk about this again, after all these years, on Suzanne Venker’s show and thought how it applies to this massive “resist” movement the last 4 years. These people have no “relationship” with their country or culture, just what they can take. So they act out against the ‘rules’ that make things generally work.

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  15. MAL says:

    We all peeled rubber when we were in high school. I’ve dropped more transmissions, rear ends, and U joints too. I even threw a rod (piston) on a V8 Ford I owned. If we wanted a fast car, we had to build it. No options from the dealer like today. I could do it all on those cars ’cause they were simple, not like today where you need a $10,000-plus computer and yearly factory classes to keep you up to date.


  16. MAL says:

    Another thing I recall. All the cars had only 6 volt batteries. When we parked to “make out” with the radio going, we sometimes couldn’t start the car and had to push it and kick start it.


  17. Leonard Jones says:

    I remember each and every one of these things. Damn, I’m old!


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