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Post by anxiousmom on Nov 12, 2017 11:54:10 GMT
Last night at my house: (back story: I was at Target the other day and they were selling some kind of brass/copper looking bar sets with all kind of mix up drinks accouterments) Me: Boy, do you know what a jigger is? Boy: Jesus mom, you can't say stuff like that, it's wrong. Me: um, Boy, google please. Boy: oh. That is what those things are called? I saw them on Mad Men. Me: rolling eyes I also told him I missed the days of the Borden man delivering to the house and how it was my job to get up on delivery day and bring the stuff in. He was thinking milk crates were just called that because some marketing guy came up with the name.
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Post by mikklynn on Nov 12, 2017 13:24:46 GMT
Remember burn barrels? Everyone had them for burning trash, right in the backyard, next to the trash can. We burned all our leaves in the fall.
I also remember the county spraying used motor oil on the dirt road near our cabin, to keep the dust down. That is so shocking to me now!
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Post by littlemama on Nov 12, 2017 13:41:35 GMT
Calling for the time, calling for the weather, and a milkman. We were the only people I knew where we lived who had a milkman. We had a box on the porch where he would put everything. In the summer, we would get gallon jugs of limeade from him.
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Post by mom26 on Nov 12, 2017 14:41:06 GMT
Running behind the 'skeeter truck.
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Post by moodyblue on Nov 12, 2017 15:24:36 GMT
Remember burn barrels? Everyone had them for burning trash, right in the backyard, next to the trash can. We burned all our leaves in the fall. I also remember the county spraying used motor oil on the dirt road near our cabin, to keep the dust down. That is so shocking to me now! We lived on a farm so we didn't just have a burn barrel, we had a burn pile. And that's how a lot of stuff was disposed of back then. My brother is still on the farm and tons of garden stuff and tree trimmings are still burned. We had a milk cow when I was really young, and then we had a milkman after that.
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Post by purplebee on Nov 12, 2017 15:33:08 GMT
I was raised on Long Island in the 50's and 60's (I'm 66). We had a milkman who brought milk in glass bottles and left it in the galvanized metal milkbox next to the back stoop.
I also remember the guy we called the scissor grinder. He drove a green truck slowly through the neighborhood, it had a loud bell that clanged every few minutes. You could flag him down and he would sharpen knives and scissors.
We also had the Good Humor Man and the Bungalow Bar ice cream truck - the top of the truck had a little brown roof, hence the Bungalow name, and later on Mr. Softee. I can still remember my youngest sister hearing the bells and yelling "hold it George" to stop the GH man!
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Post by katlady on Nov 12, 2017 15:40:29 GMT
I grew up on L.A. I remember milk deliveries, Helms man (bread and baked goods), there was also an Asian food truck that came down the street once a week.
We had a TV with a remote that actually made a clicking sound. And when the TV got bad, we had to fiddle with the dial and rubber band it into a certain position so we got reception.
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Post by jayfab on Nov 12, 2017 15:41:05 GMT
Yup, we had a burn barrel at the back of our yard.
We also had a "coal bin". A small room in the basement with a metal hinged small door to the outside. The coal was for the furnace before gas came to our street. I still remember the noise of the coal coming down the chute and falling into the coal bin.
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Post by Yoki on Nov 12, 2017 15:47:40 GMT
We moved to a tiny town when I was in fourth grade (I'm 43) and for the first year or two, we had a party line phone. I used to pick up the phone & eavesdrop on conversations or dail 9 (rotary phone) to let the other people know I needed to make a call.
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Post by alexa11 on Nov 12, 2017 15:55:19 GMT
Remember burn barrels? Everyone had them for burning trash, right in the backyard, next to the trash can. We burned all our leaves in the fall.I also remember the county spraying used motor oil on the dirt road near our cabin, to keep the dust down. That is so shocking to me now! Someone needs to tell this idiot that lives a few houses up from me that those belong in the past. He's constantly burning and just wait- it's been nasty and cold here for the last few days. I would bet everything that I own that he'll be burning on the next pretty day- does it every time. Need a gas mask to walk the dog and Louis needs one, too. Sorry for the rant. I remember the Charles Chips truck. Those tins seemed so huge back then and so good!
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Post by refugeepea on Nov 12, 2017 15:55:25 GMT
We went to our uncle's dairy farm for milk until he went crazy, then we went to the store. We had/mom still has a burn barrel. I remember my friends were amazed at how many phones we had in our home (they were free from another uncle who worked at the phone company). I remember that same uncle saying you should buy stock in phone companies because people will always need home phones. We had a trampoline that was rectangular. Like one of the first ones sold. Most are overwhelmingly round. We had a 70's home; shag carpeting, harvest gold appliances, brown and orange, brass fixtures....
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Post by scrapmaven on Nov 12, 2017 17:05:49 GMT
I know what a jigger is, because my sister and I would make cocktails if my parents had a party. We were asked to help. Ya, so not socially correct. "Here, nice adult. I'm only 12, but here's your vodka and tonic". My mother never drank, so she never learned to tend bar. We didn't drink either, but my dad taught us the basics.
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Post by Linda on Nov 12, 2017 18:06:46 GMT
we had a coal chute in the first house I lived in - I don't remember it as I was a baby but remember mum talking about it and how cold that house was.
we had a milkman in the last house we lived in before we moved to the States - the milk was left in glass bottles with foil lids. We could get other things too - butter and eggs I remember but probably other things also.
That house also had a backyard loo - in a shed - it was a duplex and the shed was also with a loo on both sides. Later on one had been added inside also. That house also had a larder and a box room. They were all torn down in the early 80s shortly after we moved out (military housing)
Where I live now burn barrels and burn piles are super common. So are dirt roads still.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 18:11:13 GMT
Yup, we had a burn barrel at the back of our yard. We also had a "coal bin". A small room in the basement with a metal hinged small door to the outside. The coal was for the furnace before gas came to our street. I still remember the noise of the coal coming down the chute and falling into the coal bin. DH's grandparents have one in their basement.
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Post by perumbula on Nov 12, 2017 18:11:41 GMT
Remember burn barrels? Everyone had them for burning trash, right in the backyard, next to the trash can. We burned all our leaves in the fall.I also remember the county spraying used motor oil on the dirt road near our cabin, to keep the dust down. That is so shocking to me now! Someone needs to tell this idiot that lives a few houses up from me that those belong in the past. He's constantly burning and just wait- it's been nasty and cold here for the last few days. I would bet everything that I own that he'll be burning on the next pretty day- does it every time. Need a gas mask to walk the dog and Louis needs one, too. Sorry for the rant. I remember the Charles Chips truck. Those tins seemed so huge back then and so good! Burn Burn barrels are not usually near as bad as you are describing. It should just smell like a bonfire. I would imagine he's burning things he shouldn't be burning. You could see if your county has restrictions on them and report him. I remember our party line but things like ice cream trucks and milkmen were gone by the time I was growing up. I rode around on banana seat bicycles like the boys on Stranger Things, though.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2017 18:18:01 GMT
Someone needs to tell this idiot that lives a few houses up from me that those belong in the past. He's constantly burning and just wait- it's been nasty and cold here for the last few days. I would bet everything that I own that he'll be burning on the next pretty day- does it every time. Need a gas mask to walk the dog and Louis needs one, too. Sorry for the rant. I remember the Charles Chips truck. Those tins seemed so huge back then and so good! Burn Burn barrels are not usually near as bad as you are describing. It should just smell like a bonfire. I would imagine he's burning things he shouldn't be burning. You could see if your county has restrictions on them and report him. I remember our party line but things like ice cream trucks and milkmen were gone by the time I was growing up. I rode around on banana seat bicycles like the boys on Stranger Things, though. We didn't have a party line or milk delivery that I can remember, but I remember milk came in glass rather than plastic.
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Post by peasquared on Nov 12, 2017 19:01:26 GMT
I still have a milkman. He comes every Monday. One of the perks of living in the middle of nowhere. 😀
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Post by peasapie on Nov 12, 2017 19:12:24 GMT
I remember that UHF sliding circle around the outside of the tv channel changer, and we fiddled with it to get some Spanish language channel (which we couldn't understand anyway but felt like we were doing something illicit by hacking into a rogue signal).
I remember sitting in the hall closet with a stretched out phone wire to talk on the phone to a boyfriend.
I remember my older sister had hot rollers that you boiled in a pot of water to heat.
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Post by snyder on Nov 12, 2017 19:15:30 GMT
We had milk delivery and I still do today. Comes in plastic bottles instead of glass bottles though. If mom was out hanging clothes on the line when the milkman came, he would just take the milk in the house and put it in the refrigerator. We also were suppose to leave our doors unlocked on Meter Read day as the meters were inside and the Meter Reader needed to come inside to read the meters. The meters were in what we call mudrooms or wash rooms, so it wasn't like they came right into the house. In reference to the burn barrels, we had a cement container that they called incinerators. I remember mom burning her cast iron skillets in there to "season" them. I still have a rotary dial phone in a drawer. Figured if the electric was off longer than the cell phone stays charged, it could be a back up. However, I'm seriously thinking about getting rid of my landline, so it will be of no use then. The Avon lady came door to door leaving samples. Little packets of lotions or perfumes and the little bitty lip-sticks. And, we had the Fuller Brush man come ever-so-often and he too would leave goodies like a vegetable scrub brush, basting brush or turkey baster. Ahhh, the good ole days!
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Post by refugeepea on Nov 12, 2017 19:17:55 GMT
I remember our party line but things like ice cream trucks and milkmen were gone by the time I was growing up. I rode around on banana seat bicycles like the boys on Stranger Things, though. I saw my childhood bike at D.I. a few weeks ago. I burst out laughing and told my son to take a picture (I didn't have my phone). I was laughing so hard. That bike is at least 30 years old and it's a Huffy. So, it's not like it's a collectors item.
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Post by librarylady on Nov 12, 2017 19:19:19 GMT
Running behind the 'skeeter truck. For those who don't live in areas plagued by mosquitoes, this is a truck that is spraying pesticide to kill the mosquitoes. It comes out of the machine on the truck as a thick fog. This always makes me smile. In my youth, it was great fun to run into the fog. Now, people are warned to stay inside as they city will be spraying after 10 PM that night.
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Post by mom26 on Nov 13, 2017 2:50:16 GMT
Running behind the 'skeeter truck. For those who don't live in areas plagued by mosquitoes, this is a truck that is spraying pesticide to kill the mosquitoes. It comes out of the machine on the truck as a thick fog. This always makes me smile. In my youth, it was great fun to run into the fog. Now, people are warned to stay inside as they city will be spraying after 10 PM that night. Oh, the dangers we entertained ourselves with, huh? We'd wait on the front porch till the 'skeeter truck came. Then all of us kids would run behind it, playing in the giant fog of pesticide. At night. In the dark. Fun times, it was!
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Post by chendra on Nov 13, 2017 5:31:47 GMT
Remember needing to reach someone urgently and calling . . . and calling . . . and calling . . . and stressing out because there were no answering machines or cell phones? Outside of emergencies, I miss not being expected to be available 24/7.
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Post by femalebusiness on Nov 13, 2017 6:26:23 GMT
I grew up in SoCal. We didn't have burn barrels but every backyard had an incinerator where we burned trash.
In the early sixties copper belts were all the rage. They looked great but would cut you in two if you bent over while wearing them.
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Post by PolarGreen12 on Nov 13, 2017 6:35:59 GMT
For those who don't live in areas plagued by mosquitoes, this is a truck that is spraying pesticide to kill the mosquitoes. It comes out of the machine on the truck as a thick fog. This always makes me smile. In my youth, it was great fun to run into the fog. Now, people are warned to stay inside as they city will be spraying after 10 PM that night. Oh, the dangers we entertained ourselves with, huh? We'd wait on the front porch till the 'skeeter truck came. Then all of us kids would run behind it, playing in the giant fog of pesticide. At night. In the dark. Fun times, it was! I think it’s crazy that just 2 decades ago we did run around in the neighborhoods without adults. The only rule was be home when the street lights came on, which in the summer could be almost 10pm. That just doesn’t happen now. ☹️
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Post by **GypsyGirl** on Nov 13, 2017 6:42:11 GMT
I remember being sent to the store with a list of 4 or 5 items, a $1 bill and being told to bring home the change! Even more shocking, one of the items on the list would always be a pack of cigarettes for my dad - and they would hand them over to me! During the summer break, my best friend and I would pool our money to buy gas and drive around all day. I drove an old VW Bug...and we would each put in a quarter - so 50¢ worth of gas. We lived in town and didn't have a burn barrel, but my grandmother did. Also remember watching tv in black/white. I was 11 before we got a color tv.
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Post by Lexica on Nov 13, 2017 6:49:16 GMT
I remember having a milkman and making sure we didn't forget to fill out the slip of paper for the next delivery or we didn't get chocolate milk and cookies delivered. We also had the Helm's Bakery truck bringing fresh bread and doughnuts. He would open up the back of the truck and pull out those huge drawers to display all the yummy doughnuts. He also had a drawer in the back of the truck that held candy. We would sometimes buy those candy necklaces and spend the day wearing them and snacking. It sounds so unhygienic to me now. And of course, the Fuller Brush man.
We had an ice cream guy for a while, but my mom felt he was creepy so we were not allowed to run out there to the truck without her. Then one day, the ice cream delivery truck just stopped coming. Weeks went by with no ice cream. One of the mothers on the street called the company and learned that our driver was also selling pot out of his ice cream truck and he was in jail. They seemed to take forever to find a replacement for him yet.
We also had the metal skates that went over your shoes and had to be tightened with a skate key. We wore those on a ribbon around our neck along with our house key since my mom was a single mom and wasn't home for a few years. We just reported in to the next-door neighbor and played out front until Mom came home. There wasn't the massive amounts of homework that they had when my son went through school. I think the only assignment we ever had to do at home was for a craft project, like make a volcano, or maybe read in a certain book. We pretty much had playtime every afternoon once we came home from school for kick the can or Barbies.
Our neighbor was an Avon distributor and would give all the little girls in the neighborhood a few of the lipstick testers. We would put on some super dark red lipstick and think we were just beautiful. I also remember getting the first television in the neighborhood. Our living room would be crammed with kids on Saturday mornings to watch movies. I can't recall having a party line on the phone. One yearly ritual was to find out the day that school class schedules would be mailed out and we would all run behind the mailman like little mice to his Pied Piper. When he would get to our home, we would get that all important letter to discover who our teacher would be for the next school year and would our best friend be in the same class with us? There was always loud cheers or anguished groans, depending on which teacher you were assigned.
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Post by nlwilkins on Nov 13, 2017 8:31:19 GMT
I remember using clothespins to put cards on the spokes of our bikes so it would make cool sounds as we rode. We also rode without helmets and elbow protections. Sometimes we even rode bare foot. Actually we went bare foot a lot. But it sure hurt when stickers got stepped on. We drank out of the garden hose, shared ice cream, shared bath water with siblings,were exposed to measles and mumps on purpose so as to get it over with, and never saw a doctor. Step on a nail? soak it in salt water. stye in your eye? put a hot compress on it. You had to be throwing up or running a temp over 100 to stay home from school and then if you got better, you were sent on. (everybody walked to school even though it was not that close)
Imagine all that! and we survived.
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Post by CeeScraps on Nov 13, 2017 12:12:03 GMT
Calling someone and no one was home. There wasn't an answering machine to leave a message. So, we had to call them later.
Calling on a party line when I was visiting my grandparents.
Dialing only 4 digits at my grandmother's home.
Oh, and dialing a phone number without having to put in an area code first.
Moving out on my own and going to the phone company to set up my phone and choosing either a table top phone or a wall phone.
Whenever my family or I moved (college/apartment) having to memorize and share my new phone number with my friends and family.
Working on a switchboard with the cables. When a call would come in I'd have to grab the cable and tap the tip on an opening to find out if the line was busy or not.
Wanting to talk in privacy on a corded wall phone so I stepped outside onto our deck and closed our sliding glass door.
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Post by Nanner on Nov 13, 2017 12:54:49 GMT
I remember party lines, 4 number phone numbers on dial phones attached to the wall, milkmen, B&W TV with 3 channels and no remote. We also had an avon lady, a fuller brush man (or something like that). My father used to send us to the store to buy him a pack of cigarettes! Back then, families had ONE vehicle, ONE bathroom, ONE fridge, ONE TV, etc. And you kept the same one for years.
When I as a child, we spent a few years in some tiny, remote northern communities. No television reception available there. But it had a hockey arena. Every tiny community in Canada had a hockey arena!!!
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