Do you remember the March of Dimes? Which also brings back the memory of not being allowed to swim in open water after the end of July. There was a child in our neighborhood who had suffered infantile paralysis, but largely overcame it. For whatever the truth of the matter, local mothers said he had swum in a lake in August.
gimmee my microwave, food processor, tools with laser sites,my desktop, the remote, fM radio, dVDs an Im happy.
ALSO-kiwi fruits, never had em as a kid, cant get enough of them.
I wont get all melancholy about the business of sports. I lost interest in basebal with the DH and some of the tech changes. Im only now becoming interested in foo'ball because of the free agency and salary caps that force teams to shuffle around. now , to me, foo ball is becoming like a great Napoleonic chess match on the castle lawn wherein the managers are the real stars, and the players are mere tools to achieve the managers wish.
Hockey, I think, shot itself in the head.
Im very happy with today, except for the overdevelopment
In the early sixties, I remember our whole neighborhood standing in line at the local school to get our last a lifetime Polio vaccine (it was a sugar cube with pink medicine on it).
Vaguely remember urban myth about swimming and the seasons. At Boy Scout Camp I was warned about swimming within an hour of eating...thought I would surely drown.
There were a lot of Muscular Dystrophy Carnivals in our neighborhood. MD would drop off a kit and we would set up a stand to sell lemonade and chance games. Don't remember who collected the donations.
Potato Chips were delivered by the Charles Chip man in a UPS style brown truck. Still remember the joy of seeing him pulling into our street.
Remember when all those big lizards roamed the earth? I think one was called a Brontosauras and then there were those freaky-looking flying ones with the long beaks.
Ahhhh, those were the days.
Pterydactyls. They rocked. In the early days of cave pubs, two wings would feed a crowd of hundreds.
Farmerman is right: The goodle days are seen through a prism.
I love my laser light Hitachi 10 inch combination slide saw...but back in the 70's when I was learning trim carpentry I was happy with the little Rockwell mitre saw.
We had more time then...we took more time to do things. Is it an even trade?
My family had lived on a small side street in the Bronx. We moved to a lovely, old prewar building on the Grand Concourse. At some point we moved from a back apartment to a front apartment in the same building.
We sat down to have dinner, and we heard a not-too-distant and muffled roar. The sound of the crowd a Yankee Stadium. Mantle had hit a home run. The Yankees may be hated by a great many people, but they're my home team. Came right into our apartment, so to speak. My father, an abandoned Giants fan, did not share my enthusiasm. The only time we went to a game together was to see the Mets play the Giants. I wanted to see Willie Mays in person.
Sorry, I digress. I remember the advent of transistor radios and people walking around during the World Series listening and sharing info.
ahhh panzade, good craftsmanship can be assisted but never bypassed. I have one of those really expensive dovetail cutters, but I actually prefer to cut them by hand. It looks better
set-In my childhood captivity by the Catholic chrurch, we were admonished not to go in swimming until after St Josephs feast day (which was, I believe, around flag day) June 13, youd die in the wateror catch Polio, June 14, ok to go in, a frikin miracle happened.
The Yankees were my team if only because I was a voracious biography reader in elementary school. The Babe, Lou G.
I remember when they installed lights at Ebbets field. My bedroom faced the field and would light up every time there was a night game. I also remember how much I hated O'Malley for stealing my beloved Dodgers, some things never change.
The day the riots started in DC(MLK assasination) My parents welcomed into our home the 12 year old son of one of their black friends from downtown. It was planned as a short holiday in the suburbs.
We all went to the community pool and as soon as he jumped in the water all the mothers pulled their kids out. I'll never forget the frightened , lonely look on his face as he dog-paddled, alone in the middle of this huge pool.
I was angry at my parents for compromising my coolness. I so regret not yet having a moral backbone.
Roberta, do you remember the joy in Mudville when the Mets played the '69 series? I was only watching on television (away at university, and many long years gone from the Bronx), but the roar of the crowd was a pure joy when the Say-Hey Kid stepped up to the plate to pinch hit--and in the old Polo Grounds, too.
Set, Of course I remember. The 69 Mets were a miracle. From laughable to champions. Amazin'.
I'm only on page 10, but wanted to say that I have egg cream in my veins -- my paternal grandfather produced and sold the syrups needed to make egg creams and the seltzer concoctions you're talking about.
I remember a tabletop version. Bigger than a breadbox? You bet. I also remember breadboxes, though I haven't seen one in a while.
We're going to hang out the washing on the Siegfried Line ...
Well, actually, we aren't: we have a big so-called "drying cellar" ('Trockenkeller' - drying room).
However, I remember the washing day being always on Monday.
We had a huge cauldron, where the washing was 'cooked' or only heated.
Then, the hot stuff was transported to the washing maschine and later came for rinsing* in a kind of long bathtube.
The white stuff was finally bleached on the lawn in the garden.
I still remember that some women used to rinse their washing at a spring (in my native town known as "der spring" :wink: )
I remember in the late 40s in Kenosha, WI., they still used horse-drawn waggons to deliver milk on a few token routes. As the milkman went from house to house the horse would follow drawing the waggon. A few years before that in Milwaukee, I vagely remember the iceman coming. We've come a long way in fifty years, but I still use the term "icebox" at times.
One reason the early tube type portable radios were so heavy is that the first ones were powered by one or two heavy dry cell batteries. The type you remember from science classes.
