|
Post by myboysnme on Nov 13, 2017 13:00:50 GMT
There is a long time ice cream shop in Mt Gretna, PA called the Jigger Shop. There a jigger is a huge sundae with a jigger of this and that into a huge concoction.
We had the Charles Chips truck come around and my mother would buy her chips and pretzels from him. We also had door to door vacuum and encyclopedia sellers and probably other stuff as well.
|
|
|
Post by mikklynn on Nov 13, 2017 13:05:31 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! I would call my local code enforcement about his burning. Gross. I bet his next door neighbors don't appreciate it, either.
|
|
|
Post by lbp on Nov 13, 2017 13:34:19 GMT
Driving the hay trucks in the field as soon as your legs were long enough to hit the gas and brake pedals.
Leaving the house in the morning to play and you and your friends would be somewhere in the 100 acres of land Grandpa owned, but no adult knew exactly where we were.
The awesome feeling of slamming the receiver down on the phone when you were mad at someone! Just clicking the little button doesn't help at all!
Hanging the clothes out on the line.
The dimmer switch in the car being on the left floorboard of the car not on the steering wheel.
Circling all the toys your wanted in the Sears Wishbook!
|
|
|
Post by grammadee on Nov 13, 2017 13:35:58 GMT
I grew up on a farm where milk came from cows, and eggs came from chickens. My job was feeding hens and gathering eggs.
We had no electricity or phone or running water. No one came around to collect our garbage, so we reused what we could, returned veggie waste to the garden, and burned the rest.
No chemical fertilizer: our milk cows had free range over the fields all winder, and plopped piles of it every where. The horses added their own variety when they pulled the plough that worked that fertilizer in. I was about 11 or 12 when we got our first tractor. I was immediately taught to drive it to help out when needed.
Our school was one room for grades 1-9. It was 4 1/2 miles away, and I remember catching my horse in the morning, riding her to school, being responsible for putting her in the barn with food and water before going into the school myself.
On line shopping? No, but we had the Eatons a n the Simpson Sears catalogues.
The only deliveries I remember were the Watkins man who sold liniments and cough syrups, and the Rahleigh man who sold vanilla and spices and the most delicious "nectar": a syrup for making cold drinks. Kool Aide never did approach that delightful taste!
|
|
anniebygaslight
Drama Llama
I'd love a cup of tea. #1966
Posts: 7,402
Location: Third Rock from the sun.
Jun 28, 2014 14:08:19 GMT
|
Post by anniebygaslight on Nov 13, 2017 15:29:31 GMT
We still have a milkman.
|
|
|
Post by grannyrose on Nov 13, 2017 16:20:28 GMT
Thank you for the memories!! I enjoyed reading all of your memories.
|
|
|
Post by gmcwife1 on Nov 13, 2017 16:28:22 GMT
I remember burn barrels, but my parents still have a burn pile on their property. I also remember party lines on the phone
|
|
ginacivey
Pearl Clutcher
refupea #2 in southeast missouri
Posts: 4,685
Jun 25, 2014 19:18:36 GMT
|
Post by ginacivey on Nov 13, 2017 16:28:24 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. Burn barrels are not usually near as bad as you are describing. It should just smell like a bonfire. yep - we still burn and so do all my neighbors I would call my local code enforcement about his burning. Gross. I bet his next door neighbors don't appreciate it, either. how about you just go talk to him?
|
|
|
Post by femalebusiness on Nov 13, 2017 16:39:27 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. Too funny! In fifth grade I tipped my desk over and it fell on my hand and broke all the bones across my palm. My mom didn't take me to the doctor for a week until someone told her it was probably broken because it was all swollen and I couldn't move it. I also sliced the arch of my foot open with box cutter and just duct taped it together until it healed. You had to be dead to go to the doctor. Actually I am kind of still like that today.
|
|
|
Post by **GypsyGirl** on Nov 13, 2017 16:47:36 GMT
We had the Charles Chips truck come around and my mother would buy her chips and pretzels from him. We also had door to door vacuum and encyclopedia sellers and probably other stuff as well. So much stuff came from door-to-door salesmen! We also bought chips from the Charles Chips truck. They were good! I also remember my mom buying a Kirby vacuum cleaner from a door-to-door salesman. We had hair brushes from the Fuller brush guy. My parents also bought us a set of Childcraft Encyclopedias from a salesman. Over 50 years later, they are sitting by my desk, waiting to be listed on eBay. I remember mom and dad debating long and hard about buying the set of regular encyclopedias when I was in middle school. They opted not to, which was probably a good move.
|
|
|
Post by mikklynn on Nov 13, 2017 17:47:10 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. Burn barrels are not usually near as bad as you are describing. It should just smell like a bonfire. yep - we still burn and so do all my neighbors I would call my local code enforcement about his burning. Gross. I bet his next door neighbors don't appreciate it, either. how about you just go talk to him? It's funny how things are different regionally. No burning is allowed where I live, except small bonfires, in approved fire pits. It's pretty strictly regulated.
My response about calling code enforcement is probably due to a former neighbor that was a huge problem. Talking did no good. I could write a book about that guy!
|
|
|
Post by papersilly on Nov 13, 2017 18:33:39 GMT
calling the operator to break through a call so you can get through.
|
|
|
Post by Lexica on Nov 13, 2017 20:52:13 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. Your comment about the bikes and injuries reminded me of something that happened when I was a child. My best friend had her bike all set with the cards and we were in a hurry so I just hopped on to the handlebars, and since I was in bare feet, I kind of wrapped my toes around the center assembly piece on the front wheel. There was no extra set of foot pedals or bars for extra riders. All was well until she made a quick turn that I hadn't anticipated and the spokes of the wheel sliced the skin from the bottom of my bare foot from the end of the big toe back to the pad directly behind it. Blood was gushing everywhere and she screamed at me to run home. I couldn't run home on that foot so she hopped off the bike, grabbed my leg, and rested the ankle on the seat while she wheeled the bike and I hopped all the way home. Mom was working at the hospital and my older sister was in charge of us that day. She called Mom who told her to elevate the foot and she would be right home. My older sister had a weakness around blood, but doing as instructed, she sat down outside by our front door and had me sit beside her, taking my foot and resting it upon her knee. She was in tears because the blood was running down her leg as it came off of me. I was in tears because she said that Mom said I probably needed to have that flap stitched back on. My best friend was in tears because she felt it was her fault. Mom drove up, picked me up and tossed me into the back of the station wagon (we didn't have seat belts back then) propped my calf up on a rolled blanket so I could suspend my bleeding foot over a bowl to catch the blood. I will never forget the pain of that doctor scrubbing the raw skin with "that red stuff" (Betadine) to remove the debris and disinfect it. A new rule was instituted that we had to wear shoes when we rode bikes from then on. With Mom being a nurse, we didn't go to the doctor's unless it was something she couldn't fix or we needed a prescription. Oh, and when we did need a doctor, he usually came to the house! Can you imagine doctors making house calls these days?
|
|