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.
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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......