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The Good Old Times
- Thread starter Jimi
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putting a worm on the track was not a nice thing t do!
LOL, now I have THAT stuck in my head!
The Norman Rockwell Santa was the best!
To think of all the years when nobody on TV mentioned sex or even making love. Instead, it was "making whoopie". At least until Whoopie Goldberg became famous.
I hear you there my friend, I have to wear braces on my knees to do most anything I'd love to have the body of a 21 year old and try again, maybe this time I wont destroy it.Boy, ain't THAT the truth! And functional knees! If I had knees and energy, I could rule the world!
jimmi, my mind tells my body that is is 21, my body knows my body is totaly wacko!
as granda said " youre only as ild as you feel, and if you only feel, your old"
Ok it's western day
A, D, E
My MOST favorite was High Chaparral, but that wasn't on the list. I still watch that one.
Oh, strawberry cheesecake snack bars!!!! I loved those! They were probably horrible for me, but I loved them just the same.
If you suddenly had the body of a 21 year old, I suggest you bury it in a good place before someone investigates the smell and the police are at your door.
Just think how it would have been back in the day when braces were not invented yet
. good thing about modern time inventions. Aww, but how much fun would this be.
Didn't get one. Not at $200. What a rip off. Just like I didn't waste money on a class ring.Remember yearbooks from school
C'mon, you're not telling me there are no more YEARBOOKS, are you? I have every one of mine from the 7th grade (paper pages stapled together) and all four years of high school. I don't have an 8th grade one, because the school I went to that year was a trash heap and I don't even think they took class pictures. It was better forgotten, anyway, LOL!
Class rings... I did get one. It was $75 (back in 1975) but it's 14K gold and has a flat sapphire with a little gold Scotsman playing bagpipes on top of that (it's very hard to see the little Scotsman). I don't remember how much my yearbooks were, but certainly NOT $200!
Class rings... I did get one. It was $75 (back in 1975) but it's 14K gold and has a flat sapphire with a little gold Scotsman playing bagpipes on top of that (it's very hard to see the little Scotsman). I don't remember how much my yearbooks were, but certainly NOT $200!
It was 1984, and I don't know whoever published the yearbooks, but I also don't know how much the school was profiting from them. Maybe 10% of the graduating class bought them at that price. They could have sold more, if the cost was reasonable.
Bonanza and Gunsmoke!Ok it's western day
I'm older than dirt... I remember all those things and had most of them. I didn't use the Butch Wax, but everything else.
That's only two, we need one more!
Funny story, relating to the list of Older Than Dirt stuff. When I was little, my dad made me memorize my address and phone number, in case I ever got lost. That way, I could tell a nice policeman where I lived, or they could call my parents if I ever got lost. So it was Christmas Eve, and I had just lost BOTH of my top front teeth. Saying an "S" was an impossible feat. My dad, who seemed very taciturn, but actually had a pretty good sense of humor, called from somewhere that night and told me he was Santa Claus and wanted to confirm my address, so he could bring all my nifty presents.
I said, "Thikthty-one-oh-nine thouth-eatht thevenny-third." He said, "WHAT?" So I repeated it, louder and slower. He still pretended he didn't hear me right, and kept saying he couldn't bring me my presents if I didn't tell him my correct address. Finally, I started crying, and he said, "Oh, I think I got it. OK, don't worry, I'll be there tonight, after you go to sleep." My dad. What a tease he was. I did eventually forget the last four digits of our phone number back then, but the prefix was Prospect-5, and I NEVER forgot our address! Or being pranked by my own father when I was only 4 or 5 years old.
I said, "Thikthty-one-oh-nine thouth-eatht thevenny-third." He said, "WHAT?" So I repeated it, louder and slower. He still pretended he didn't hear me right, and kept saying he couldn't bring me my presents if I didn't tell him my correct address. Finally, I started crying, and he said, "Oh, I think I got it. OK, don't worry, I'll be there tonight, after you go to sleep." My dad. What a tease he was. I did eventually forget the last four digits of our phone number back then, but the prefix was Prospect-5, and I NEVER forgot our address! Or being pranked by my own father when I was only 4 or 5 years old.
Remember Mork and Mindy? Those are Mork's boots.
