Yup, and I remember the anticipation of who/whom just might be on the other end of the call coming in!

DAMN you caller ID.....

I remember our town being so small you'd get a wrong number and still end up talking for 30 minutes!

I remember being able to go in the department stores barefooted when we went down south to visit my stepdad’s kinfolk.

You bet cha, 1 television black/white - 4 channels, 2 of which signed off at night, and privileges with could be denied for not minding. Friday night, 1 TV
station stayed on late with scary movies.

One phone with the number drilled in to your memory so effectively that I still
remember it. Had a party line where 2 families shared the line. You couldn't
make a call if they were in the line, you didn't tie up the line with long calls, and you relinquished the line for emergencies.:typewriter:

You bet cha, 1 television black/white - 4 channels, 2 of which signed off at night, and privileges with could be denied for not minding. Friday night, 1 TV
station stayed on late with scary movies.

One phone with the number drilled in to your memory so effectively that I still
remember it. Had a party line where 2 families who shared the line. You couldn't
make a call if they were on the line, you didn't tie up the line with long calls, and you relinquished the line for emergencies.:typewriter:

I remember Ben Franklin and Woolworth stores where you could find just about everything!

When you were exhausted from shopping, you could go nourish yourself with something to eat at Woolworth's lunch counter!

Oh, yeah, the daily special was only a buck.

The candy counter is what I miss.

All sorts of candy in a paper bag by the quarter pound hand filled to order.

OMG yes, the bulk candy case, how on earth could I forget that! Chocolate covered peanuts, stars, bridge mix, malted milk balls, just to name a few:eatinghersheybar:

We still have a Ben Franklin in my town... I love that place!

penny candy and the HUGE selection of it!

Thank you all for these posts. I think given the State of our Union right now nostalgia is becoming to be at the forefront of a lot of people's minds.

A lot of people do wish for those good ole days.

I remember when America had a President most of the citizens respected!

I remember when you could walk around oblivious to your
surroundings without the fear that someone would disturb
you except to maybe ask directions somewhere.

Kids had no fear riding around visiting neighbors blocks away
that your parents didn't even know.

Go on a hike in the woods or large park in the city without fear.

I had to learn to be cautious of strangers, poking around abandoned houses, getting a ride home from someone who lived around the neighborhood that I didn't necessarily know.

You get the idea? When first moving to a city, got into a few jams due to my gullibility. It made me hard and suspicious. Sad.

I remember when someone walking around talking to seemingly no one in particular was though to have a psychiatric disorder .

When a person was using hand gestures and speaking loudly to no seen person in particular was thought delusional and an ambulance called.

When a person standing in front of u in line says “says excuse me” u just nodded and figured they let out a silent one or burped.

When a person went to a store they said hello to the person they were walking by not someone u can’t see

Cellphones. Now if u don’t walk around talking to seemingly no one u r thought to be crazy for not keeping up with technology.

Oh and by the way. Plato also longed for the good old days when youth behaved and did not cause a ruckus.

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Parking meters took pennies, nickels, and dimes!

Yes ! And to `spend a penny` meant to use a public toilet which had a lock on requiring a penny to access it. :|

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The excitement of arriving to pick up your photos and hoping they all turned out!

In the early 70's, I had an amazing little orangie-red Opel GT. I used to fill the tank for around $3.50. The tank held 14 gallons and gas was a quarter a gallon.
To compare, gas prices the day before Trump was inaugurated were $1 a gallon. The day after, they doubled to $2 a gallon. Now they average about $2.59 per gallon, and this is in fracking crazy South Texas.
:|:|:|

Sodas were a dime and the bottle deposit cost 2 cents.
Some drive-ins with older movies charged $2-3 per carload, but the fancier ones charged per-person, so teens would hide in the trunk and pop out once the driver parked.
You could smoke cigarettes everywhere, including in non smoker's homes where they'd be socially obligated to put out a giant ashtray on the coffee table. :cigar:
Even hospital beds had ashtrays, and on airplanes the smoking section and non smoking sections were directly adjacent.
On airplane trips, everyone dressed up in their Sunday best. Full meals were served, with metal cutlery and china plates.
This part was horrible--when an African American athlete, singer or actor was successful, the media would say, "they were a credit to their race."
In high school, only sluts used tampons. Good girls wore Kotex, with ridiculously flimsy, elastic belts that never quite worked.
Panties were gigantic, thorax hugging eyesores, with about 75% more fabric than was needed. The femmie girls loved the nylon kind with the day of the week sewn on or embroidered into the fabric.

Five dollars was considered a fortune to most kids and teens.

But then, adults often worked for less than $1.50 an hour. Executives, like CEOs, would all be male and make about $30,000 a year.

A tooth left under a pillow for the tooth fairy would fetch from 15 cents to a quarter (molars).

In the 70's, an ounce of decent pot was $10. A matchbox was $5. So I hear.

:cannabis: In Upper Michigan it was called a "nickle bag"' and correct went for $5 bucks......

fresh cuts of meat & seafood were wrapped in paper.

dairy products were delivered

you could shop and shop and your purchases were delivered within 24 hours

Men never swore in front of women.

It was considered poor taste to call after 9pm.

Men stood when a woman left the table.

We went to bed with no tv in the bedroom.... sigh, how nice it would be to meet someone without a tv in their bedroom these days.

I have never and I never will have a t.v. in the bedroom. That's not what the bedroom is for!

I know somebody at work who has a t.v. in every room but her bathroom. Can you imagine?

I don't have any t.v. service, not even local. I do have a t.v., but I use it for streaming videos off of my laptop with an HDMI cord.

No bedroom TV here, either. We do have this large monstrosity in the livingroom, which usually has Music Choice Smooth Jazz all night after Colbert, Rachel and Lawrence O'Donnell are over for the night...maybe Chris Hays.
Rather have a large stereo system with vinyl, cassettes, and CD capability. Wish I'd not lost my albums.

Remember when Bose speakers could be about 4 feet, and music was played Loud. We just had bands that were made to played loud, The Who, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, and others from the seventies and late sixties.

Same here,no free to air TV
I mainly just buy series I like
I like quiet then music,or practice guitar
Although I do read a lot of non mainstream media on the net

I remember when:

Street curbs in Chicago were still almost a foot high because of the Model T's, and the alleys were mostly still dirt or brick.

Taking electric trolley buses that shot sparks out of the top when it rained or snowed. The seats were real leather stuffed with straw.

Every Saturday afternoon my friends and I would see a double feature for 15 cents, and big candy bars were a nickle, and pop a dime. Newspapers and comic books were a dime too.

I remember when people could rent horses and ride along Chicago's lakefront.

I remember when "pitching penny's" was a fad. The one who threw their coin closest to the line in the sidewalk, won the pot.

I remember seeing the bad kids sitting in the "bad kids row" in class, sitting under the teacher's desk with the teacher's legs, and being made to stand in a corner all day, even with wet pants.

A time when the neighbors would help you prime the pump, all night if necessary. Everyone left their door unlocked, safely. Families next door would put your windows down right before it starts to rain. Their mom and kids would take down your line laundry. When families could leave stuff on the lawn (not always, my bike stolen x2, but we knew who).
Also, neighbors would pass clothes and such to our moms, if they think might fit, and your mom would pass them on when grown out of. Ugh!

Families played croquet outside, they'd invite individual kids to play. Neighbor dads would play horseshoes in one another's yard. Yes, I grew up in the suburbs.

Bicycling was safe from shady characters and strangers in other neighborhoods. They would ask where you came from when you went visiting. Would call your mom, she'd bitch at you for going so far away, ask you if you need a ride home. I'd tell her no, and she'd say to get home right away.

Even families of neighbors not known would want to visit, had gum and candy in their livingroom. If they had a pool or swingset, you were generally permitted to use it.

Sheese, really wish to be in those times and places, again

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Adults rode in cars unencumbered by seat belt restrains :carride:

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Women used "spit curls" as a way to set their hair

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There were no such things as SUV's! The largest vehicle a big family owned was called a station wagon!

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Parents didn't knock themselves out planning "play dates" for their kids!

Parents told kids to entertain themselves and just to be home before dark..:hangloose:

Touch calculations were done with slide-rules, pencil and paper!

That should have been "tough", not touch.

Right now, I'm remembering when I could leap out of bed rather than slide out slowly bemoaning an achey hip! 8-}. Back then I could take a bus ride to the other side of town and another back and still have change from half a crown (12.5p in the new-fangled money)!

Parents, well mine at least, put the wrath of god into me when getting over either a cold or flu with the fear of a relapse!

"Button that coat up", "wrap that scarf around your neck", "put those mitten on", yada yada yada




As a child, luckily I never encountered a relapse but once I started managing the video store, I had one after the other......:|

School bus driver and teachers would yell at you for arriving with long frozen icicles where hair ordinarily hung when showering after an AM run.
It's a similar verbal tactic as the one that seems to have been employed in the above post.
Nosy teachers and school employees. They're lucky students stay home when sick and take showers at all.
Wonder how many of us went to school with sneezy, sniffly, stinky classmates?

Do you remember when "STD" stood for standing room ticket seats at a football game?

Where the fuck did you grow up? Sounds fabulously ideal.
Me? I grew up where you were lucky if the apartment superintendent hadn't molested you by age 4 and if you knew your neighbours it was only cause the cops were always there to arrest the guy for beating the shit out of woman, who was either his wife or just the mother of his 6 kids that he wasn't supporting.

Remember when …
 

Your employer issued you a paper check for your wages earned but when you took it to the bank to deposit it into your checking account, you had to wait 48 hours to access your earnings?

Remember when people actually ate their meals at home, on the table, with other members of your family, at designated times during the day? Breakfast and dinner were sit-down meals at home. Lunch was a paperbag meal you took to school or work.


Remember when people wanted to travel, you had to book your air fare and lodging via a travel representative? I remember when you couldn’t just walk into the airport to buy a ticket; that didn’t happen until I was in junior high school. It wasn’t until I was out of high school that the advent of the computer was available to anyone except government offices. Heck. Computers and personal cell phones were exaggerated machinations yet to be reduced to a handy hand held machine.

I remember when my parents had to get up early to pull the chains of the coal furnace to stoke the embers to warm the house in the morning.
I remember visiting my grandfather, who would take me to the outside handpump to give me something cold to drink, in an old beat up white tin ladle. Sometimes he would wash my sweaty face with that spring fresh water.
I remember the outhouse that was only replaced when I was in second grade with an indoor bathroom. And of course, that means I also remember the chamberpot that was used for nighttime.
I remember every Farm having a scrap pile. You never threw anything away. You kept it all because you never knew when you were going to need it either in its original form or some concoction that you created out of need.
I remembered the big big BIG draft horses of my other grandfather. It’s no wonder I grew up with a passion for horses!
I remember the beautiful peonies and lilacs and Holly hocks and roses, in my grandmothers’ and my mother’s yard. It’s no wonder I grew up addicted to gardening!
And of course I remember the necessary vegetable garden that was small in comparison of other gardens back then but huge in comparison to gardens nowadays. I remember my mother making me pick off those gross big thick green worms. I was so mad at her for making me do that!
And of course, I remember a time when we only ate Canned Goods from canning instead of a metal can. I can still hear the tops of the Canned Goods Popping as they rested on her clean Dish cloths.