Do you remember the edible "Creepy Crawlers?"

Anyone remember pay toilets at department stores in the downtown shopping areas? One stall was usually free, but UGH.

Anyone remember restroom attendants that you tipped for your paper towel?

Remember ladies rooms with nice lounges, located before the actual restrooms, with comfy chairs to watch the daytime soaps?

Memories from long ago....
 

I remember spending Saturday afternoon's with my cousin at our great aunt's house. She'd let us pick out any dress of hers to wear, shoes and costume jewelry too. Our aunt would wash our hair and put it up in big rollers, then tie a scarf around our roller sets, while we paraded around her house looking just like her, *lol*. Our aunt would be out in the kitchen slaving over cookies for us and listening to her favorite big band music on an am-radio music show.

Glen Miller was her favorite big band.
Good times, for sure. :stillheart:

Do you remember when gas stations were called Service Stations?

Usually it was a man who ran out and asked you how much gas you wanted, checked the oil, washed the windshield, and then asked if you wanted your tires checked?

Gas was so cheap then I think my father always replied 'fill her up"

I wonder if there are any left in small towns somewhere??

Nowadays, I wonder how many people would get their container of pepper spray out of their purse or glove compartment?

I do! I even posted a few years ago that the economy was soooooo bad after grad school, that the only place I could find a job was working at a service station. :)

Did you ever own a car that didn't have an operational gas gauge??? *lol* I did. I remember having to calculate how many gallons of gas the tank would hold, then keep track of how many miles I could get from one gallon of gasoline. Then because I had this irrational fear of being stuck in gridlock traffic, with no gas station around for miles, that I'd always pull.into the service station, my favorite one ;), and say "fill her up!", knowing I had only used about one or two gallons of gasoline. *lol* :|

I have several pepper spray devices: a big one on my key chain, one for my purse, and one by my nightstand table. I've never kept them in a glove box. Close proximity works best for me.

There are a few in small towns in Oklahoma, the service stations are mainly what helps keep the small town afloat.

Does anyone remember when telephones had a rotary dial and you shared a line with 8 other houses?
When I was young that is the way it was. I, unfortunately, had two old women on my party line, they lived next door to each other. They spoke everyday for something like 5 hrs about nothing of any consequence. The line was always busy lol

Yes, I'm old enough to remember party lines and they were NO party:giggle:

Me too! :)

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The Bomber Gas Station is no longer in business, but when I first moved to the Portland area in the Mid-1980s, I often rode by on the bus, when my boys were just babies. When my son's were toddlers, I would stop there to let them marvel at the ww2 bomber, and buy them an ice cream cone.

Here's a link to the story about The Bomber:

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/2968

PS: the picture above is an actual vintage post card that is out of circulation. If you come across this post card, it's pretty much a miracle.

Sometimes, you couldn't get the parties to relinquish the line in case of an emergency (which was required by law). If they didn't give up the line, you couldn't even call the fire department unless you were able to get to a neighbor's house. Didn't happen very often, but you'd read about it in the paper every once in awhile.

It was a BIG deal!

There are two states where you cannot pump your own gas. Oregon and...damn my memory, NJ I think. Anyway, I stopped at a gas station in Oregon, pulled up to the pump, got my credit card in hand, turned to open the door and nearly had a heart attack. Standing at my door is a big, big man who says "Cash or credit?" I have no idea why he's asking this and say so. I get the explanation. I get the joy of getting my windshield cleaned since I'm too flipping short to reach the top of the Ford E450 or the middle.

Please don't tell me to get a squeegee with an extended handle. If you can't apply the pressure at the correct angle, it doesn't help.

I remember them at O'Hare Airport in the 60s. $.10 - my mom wasn't going to pay $.30 for all of us, so she just held the door ajar.

Thank you! I've only found them at truck stops. I'll be heading over to Cracker Barrel soon. Wonder if they'd sell me a case?

And when you watch them on Netflix you discover just exactly how many minutes are now devoted to commercials in a one hour show. The least they could do is cap it at 15, but I've seen 17.

They are so yummy.😊

Yes I remember this. It is true that you can't pump your own gas in Oregon and it definitely did take getting used to. It isn't the same as the full service from the past, but it is nice - except when you are in a hurry since you often have to wait.

The grocery store that I go to in the next town over does have kids take your shopping cart out and load your groceries in the car - which is also something that used to always be done when I was a kid.