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The Good Old Times
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Those memes have prompted a couple more stories, LOL!
TB scars, OMG, I remember the day in the first grade when we all got lined up in the cafeteria for our TB inoculation. This great big gnarly nurse-type person was holding a big silver gun with a thing that had about 8 or 10 little needles sticking out a circular thingie. (I obviously don't know what this thing was called.) I remember asking if this was going to hurt and she said NO. Well, she LIED! BANG! That thing hurt like a SOB! And then later, wanting to pick the scab off and being harassed by my mother to LEAVE IT ALONE!
I liked the polio vaccine way better. It was just some purple stuff on a sugar cube.
And speaking of medicine, I had my tonsils out when I was 5. Not because there was anything wrong, but because it was the fashionable thing to do back then. Just rip those puppies out and I'd never get tonsillitis.
Sky King was my very favorite hero on TV when I was a kid. I watched every episode. I also loved Fury and Flicka, because they were about horses, but Sky King was my hero. One time, there was a Pioneer Days type thing in Prineville, Oregon, and Sky King was going to be there, so my dad (bless him) drove me over there from Portland so I could meet my TV idol. I have very few memories of that day, except that it was pouring down rain, but we were standing on a covered sidewalk (board sidewalk, and I think that was still normal for Prineville in those days), and then all of a sudden this HUGE MAN approached and started talking to me in a deep, booming voice. (My wonderful dad no doubt set it up.) Scared the CRAP outta me! I started screaming! My dad picked me up and was trying to tell me this was Sky King, but the damage had been done, and I wanted nothing to do with that giant scary man! He was much smaller, and more likeable, on our little black and white TV at home. I regret that outburst to this day. I had a chance to meet my hero, and I blew it. Kids, huh?
TB scars, OMG, I remember the day in the first grade when we all got lined up in the cafeteria for our TB inoculation. This great big gnarly nurse-type person was holding a big silver gun with a thing that had about 8 or 10 little needles sticking out a circular thingie. (I obviously don't know what this thing was called.) I remember asking if this was going to hurt and she said NO. Well, she LIED! BANG! That thing hurt like a SOB! And then later, wanting to pick the scab off and being harassed by my mother to LEAVE IT ALONE!
I liked the polio vaccine way better. It was just some purple stuff on a sugar cube.
And speaking of medicine, I had my tonsils out when I was 5. Not because there was anything wrong, but because it was the fashionable thing to do back then. Just rip those puppies out and I'd never get tonsillitis.
Sky King was my very favorite hero on TV when I was a kid. I watched every episode. I also loved Fury and Flicka, because they were about horses, but Sky King was my hero. One time, there was a Pioneer Days type thing in Prineville, Oregon, and Sky King was going to be there, so my dad (bless him) drove me over there from Portland so I could meet my TV idol. I have very few memories of that day, except that it was pouring down rain, but we were standing on a covered sidewalk (board sidewalk, and I think that was still normal for Prineville in those days), and then all of a sudden this HUGE MAN approached and started talking to me in a deep, booming voice. (My wonderful dad no doubt set it up.) Scared the CRAP outta me! I started screaming! My dad picked me up and was trying to tell me this was Sky King, but the damage had been done, and I wanted nothing to do with that giant scary man! He was much smaller, and more likeable, on our little black and white TV at home. I regret that outburst to this day. I had a chance to meet my hero, and I blew it. Kids, huh?
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My grandparents used to live in Prineville OR. We'd going fishing and swimming in the creek running through town when visiting. Camping and fishing at Ochoco lake as well. Small world...Those memes have prompted a couple more stories, LOL!
TB scars, OMG, I remember the day in the first grade when we all got lined up in the cafeteria for our TB inoculation. This great big gnarly nurse-type person was holding a big silver gun with a thing that had about 8 or 10 little needles sticking out a circular thingie. (I obviously don't know what this thing was called.) I remember asking if this was going to hurt and she said NO. Well, she LIED! BANG! That thing hurt like a SOB! And then later, wanting to pick the scab off and being harassed by my mother to LEAVE IT ALONE!
I liked the polio vaccine way better. It was just some purple stuff on a sugar cube.
And speaking of medicine, I had my tonsils out when I was 5. Not because there was anything wrong, but because it was the fashionable thing to do back then. Just rip those puppies out and I'd never get tonsillitis.
Sky King was my very favorite hero on TV when I was a kid. I watched every episode. I also loved Fury and Flicka, because they were about horses, but Sky King was my hero. One time, there was a Pioneer Days type thing in Prineville, Oregon, and Sky King was going to be there, so my dad (bless him) drove me over there from Portland so I could meet my TV idol. I have very few memories of that day, except that it was pouring down rain, but we were standing on a covered sidewalk (board sidewalk, and I think that was still normal for Prineville in those days), and then all of a sudden this HUGE MAN approached and started talking to me in a deep, booming voice. (My wonderful dad no doubt set it up.) Scared the CRAP outta me! I started screaming! My dad picked me up and was trying to tell me this was Sky King, but the damage had been done, and I wanted nothing to do with that giant scary man! He was much smaller, and more likeable, on our little black and white TV at home. I regret that outburst to this day. I had a chance to meet my hero, and I blew it. Kids, huh?
Rich and I lived in Redmond for quite a few years before we moved out here to South Dakota, and one of the things we did was "Stompin' in the Ochocos." Almost every weekend. We'd load up the dogs and head to the Ochocos for a day of hiking and exploring new little trails, creeks, or canyons. Mill Creek being my favorite, because it has LOTS of quartz in it. We used to be rockhounds, and spelunkers, and rock climbers (but not sheer rock faces like Smith Rocks, just the tumbles of boulders that are everywhere). I couldn't climb a pile of rocks now to save my life, but man what good times we had back then.
One time, there was something wrong with Rich's Tahoe, so we took my Buick Century up into the hills. Yes, we were wild and crazy back then. Rich drove it up some skinny little dirt fire road that we hadn't yet explored, so we could see what was at the other end of it, but what we found was a very large tree blocking the "trail." Steep rocky hill on one side, sheer drop-off on the other, and not wanting to back all the way down 10 miles of fire road, he somehow got that car turned around. I was outside, telling him how many inches he had before he dropped off the cliff, or bumped into the rocks on the up-side, and it took half an hour of inching forward and backward, with a lot of steering wheel turning, but he got that car turned around. Whew! There were no cell phones back then, and even if there had been, there would have been no signal up there, so if we got stuck, nobody would have ever found us. We would have had to walk for days, probably, to get out of there. Well, no, he would have just had to back my car down, with me walking behind to guide him, until he found a spot wide enough to turn around. But back then, we didn't care about things like "consequences." We just WENT.
Our mantra was,
"What's up that road?"
"I don't know."
"Let's GO!"
We used to be rockhounds, and spelunkers, and rock climbers (but not sheer rock faces like Smith Rocks, just the tumbles of boulders that are everywhere). I couldn't climb a pile of rocks now to save my life, but man what good times we had back then.One time, there was something wrong with Rich's Tahoe, so we took my Buick Century up into the hills. Yes, we were wild and crazy back then. Rich drove it up some skinny little dirt fire road that we hadn't yet explored, so we could see what was at the other end of it, but what we found was a very large tree blocking the "trail." Steep rocky hill on one side, sheer drop-off on the other, and not wanting to back all the way down 10 miles of fire road, he somehow got that car turned around. I was outside, telling him how many inches he had before he dropped off the cliff, or bumped into the rocks on the up-side, and it took half an hour of inching forward and backward, with a lot of steering wheel turning, but he got that car turned around. Whew! There were no cell phones back then, and even if there had been, there would have been no signal up there, so if we got stuck, nobody would have ever found us. We would have had to walk for days, probably, to get out of there. Well, no, he would have just had to back my car down, with me walking behind to guide him, until he found a spot wide enough to turn around. But back then, we didn't care about things like "consequences." We just WENT.
Our mantra was,
"What's up that road?"
"I don't know."
"Let's GO!"
I am told I am no longer allowed to do that under any conditions
Oh, PLEASE don't tell me THESE are obsolete now, too! Nobody sharpens pencils? Wait, ARE there still pencils?
I can't remember the last time I saw a pencil sharpener like that one. Mostly all electric, but even the handcrank style ones I see don't have all the different sized holes like the ones that I remember from school. Admittedly pencils are all pretty much a standard size so I guess you don't need that many options but I remember in school using ones pretty much like the picture I posted and I haven't seen one like that in years.
Also, most people using pencils these days get mechanical pencils so they don't need sharpened.
I have one of the older pencil sharpeners in my shed. I can still turn the dial for the different sizes. It comes in handy for different projects where I use a pencil for marking where I'm going to make cuts.
It was once nice... to not have to pay to watch TV or pay for a drink of water.
This might be a little older than most of you
Dairy/Butter churn
I have an electric version of that. Same square glass jar, though. I make butter with it on a regular basis.
Jujubes... The black ones were the best, I thought.
There was also some kind of "candy" we used to get for a penny, I can't remember what it was called. It was a wax tube with some sort of kool-aid in it. Like a tablespoon, LOL! You bit the top off, poured the colored sweetness down your gullet, and then spent the rest of the day chewing on the wax. Like gum, but no flavor.
Gum: I LOVED that Beechnut fruit stripe gum! There was a black gum, too, licorice flavored, was that also Beechnut? Anyway, I loved it but it gave my mom fits because my mouth would turn black.
And candy necklaces. You could chew on those for most of an afternoon, too, if you were conservative about your candy consumption. When you finished, all you had left was a wet elastic string around your neck.
And candy cigarettes, who remembers those? And those red wax lips, ROFL! They had some sort of flavor, but same thing as the kool-aid tube things, you were just supposed to chew on it all day, after you got done scaring people with it clenched in your mouth.
Oh, yeah, and Pixie Stix! And Smarties! They were a penny each. I used to save up my allowance and then go in to the 7-11 (I was in the 7th grade at that time) and get a dollar's worth of one or the other, then proceed to eat them all! It's a wonder I wasn't hanging off the chandeliers! ALL THAT SUGAR! But back then it was just sugar, not corn syrup or some other toxic thing, so I guess we lived through it without too much bad effect.
There was also some kind of "candy" we used to get for a penny, I can't remember what it was called. It was a wax tube with some sort of kool-aid in it. Like a tablespoon, LOL! You bit the top off, poured the colored sweetness down your gullet, and then spent the rest of the day chewing on the wax. Like gum, but no flavor.
Gum: I LOVED that Beechnut fruit stripe gum! There was a black gum, too, licorice flavored, was that also Beechnut? Anyway, I loved it but it gave my mom fits because my mouth would turn black.
And candy necklaces. You could chew on those for most of an afternoon, too, if you were conservative about your candy consumption. When you finished, all you had left was a wet elastic string around your neck.
And candy cigarettes, who remembers those? And those red wax lips, ROFL! They had some sort of flavor, but same thing as the kool-aid tube things, you were just supposed to chew on it all day, after you got done scaring people with it clenched in your mouth.
Oh, yeah, and Pixie Stix! And Smarties! They were a penny each. I used to save up my allowance and then go in to the 7-11 (I was in the 7th grade at that time) and get a dollar's worth of one or the other, then proceed to eat them all! It's a wonder I wasn't hanging off the chandeliers! ALL THAT SUGAR! But back then it was just sugar, not corn syrup or some other toxic thing, so I guess we lived through it without too much bad effect.
Teaberry and Beemans were my faves from the same company. Adams. I believe they were the first chewing gum company in the USA.
We need a baby cow story.I have an electric version of that. Same square glass jar, though. I make butter with it on a regular basis.
A baby cow story? Well, I do have a funny one. It was back in 2008, and my first cow, Bandit, had a little heifer calf (that's a little girl calf, if you don't know). I didn't have everything set up the way I do now, so in order to milk Bandit, I had to put a lead rope on her and lead her from the cow pen around the chicken coop to the horse barn, where the milking area was. Cricket (the baby) would follow along behind her mom.
Well, one morning when Cricket was only a couple days old, I was leading Bandit to the horse barn, and she was being very good, but the naughty horses (we had three at the time) decided to come stir up trouble and they raced past us, at a full gallop. That was too much for baby Cricket! She took off after them, head up, tail straight up in the air like a little warthog, full speed ahead! Rich took off chasing after her, and Bandit was distraught because her baby was possibly being eaten by monsters, so she started pulling. There was no way that I could hold on to a 1,600 pound cow that wanted to go THAT way, so I had to drop the lead before I ended up being dragged on my face. She headed around the corner of the garden, lead rope flapping out behind her, hot on the trail of her errant baby, and I yelled at the top of my lungs, "BANDIT'S COMIN'!" to warn Rich so he wouldn't get run over. Thank God he heard me. It was like a stampede of one, LOL! Bandit came barreling past him and headed toward the south pasture fence where the horses and Cricket had finally stopped to catch their breath. By the time Rich and I got there, the horses had wandered off to graze and Cricket was nursing (she stole my milk!), so I got Bandit's lead and brought her straight back to the cow pen, since I didn't have to milk by then, with Cricket following along behind. Usually, I milk some out, and then I let the calf have what's left, and whatever milk is produced during the day, but that day Cricket got extra rations.
Cricket eventually grew up to be my main milk cow after Bandit passed away, and then I finally lost Cricket a few years ago to a freak prolapse after she calved. I still miss them both, but I have Molly now, and she's just as sweet as the others were.
Well, one morning when Cricket was only a couple days old, I was leading Bandit to the horse barn, and she was being very good, but the naughty horses (we had three at the time) decided to come stir up trouble and they raced past us, at a full gallop. That was too much for baby Cricket! She took off after them, head up, tail straight up in the air like a little warthog, full speed ahead! Rich took off chasing after her, and Bandit was distraught because her baby was possibly being eaten by monsters, so she started pulling. There was no way that I could hold on to a 1,600 pound cow that wanted to go THAT way, so I had to drop the lead before I ended up being dragged on my face. She headed around the corner of the garden, lead rope flapping out behind her, hot on the trail of her errant baby, and I yelled at the top of my lungs, "BANDIT'S COMIN'!" to warn Rich so he wouldn't get run over. Thank God he heard me. It was like a stampede of one, LOL! Bandit came barreling past him and headed toward the south pasture fence where the horses and Cricket had finally stopped to catch their breath. By the time Rich and I got there, the horses had wandered off to graze and Cricket was nursing (she stole my milk!), so I got Bandit's lead and brought her straight back to the cow pen, since I didn't have to milk by then, with Cricket following along behind. Usually, I milk some out, and then I let the calf have what's left, and whatever milk is produced during the day, but that day Cricket got extra rations.
Cricket eventually grew up to be my main milk cow after Bandit passed away, and then I finally lost Cricket a few years ago to a freak prolapse after she calved. I still miss them both, but I have Molly now, and she's just as sweet as the others were.
You bet Archie and Edith Bunker
Oh, and by the way, I remember ten cent coffee. And it was bottomless. You could drink coffee all morning for ten cents, until a waitress asked you to PLEASE order some food to compensate for taking up the booth space, LOL! Ah, those were the days...
Remember? That IS my air conditioner.
and wore dresses and were indeed female, sigh days gone by!
Mine too
