I remember our school guards with uzis

Bombs on our street

Shortages of toilet paper, sugar and cooking oil

700% inflation

Listening to the coup on my transistor radio

Martial Law

People just dissapearing

Planes getting hijacked all over

Terrorists at the airport

"Yankees Go Home" signs

Pretending not to speak English to be safe

New Math

The Police and the Army shooting at each other in the street

Being afraid of Communists

Wondering if the German kids we knew were related to Nazi criminals and finding out some were

Short wave radios

Morse Code

The same stuff going on in the Middle East

The Vietnamn War

Watergate

Nixon

The Voice of America

I remember when
someone walking down the street talking was thought of as crazy, not bluetoothed.

kids played outside and got dirty and did not need to be sanitized from head to toe every 30 seconds.

you could go to a grocery store and touch a grocery cart without fear of getting sick

u didnt worry when you flushed your toilet that your toothbrush (now stored in the garage) would get microscopic spray of shit on it.

you sang songs with the kids in the car not bring the television.

black and white photos were not a novelty but the standard.

you sat a table to eat dinner not in the car

eating watermelon was something you did in the summertime not all year round.

You did not need to call 20 friends while you were grocery shopping, or 10 friends while driving to work...

no one needed to be in constant contact with everyone except the president and other world leaders.

there were payphones instead of cell phones. and when you lifted the phone receiver a pretty voiced lady said "number please" When I was 3 I spent a lot of time talking to number please.

ten cents could buy a mounds bar, or make a phone call for 3 minutes, or get you a bus ride down town or a subway ride uptown, pay the toll across the bridge, buy 1/2 pound of ground beef, or a package of minute steaks, a box of frozen waffles, or a bag of apples.

a nickel could buy you a pack of baseball cards with a hunk of powdery bubble gum in it.

i remember when i thought 30 was old,,,40 was ancient and 50 was just beyond acknowledgment..now i think 30 is young 40 still to young 50 is younger than me and 60 is not going to be to bad...

i remember when dating an older woman meant dating someone that was over 30.....now when i refer to dating an older woman it is that sexy hot octogenarian down the street :angel:

I remember when i was 20 thinking i would change the world....now at 58 i wonder how everything changed so quickly and where did those 30 years go anyway?

I remember bye bye american pie...when we all drove our fords to the fiords and drank all sorts of whiskey and rye and a case of black label beer was 3 dollars....and you could get 23 cases in a 66 gto's trunk and 8 more cases in the hole for the convertible top....

i remember buying a brand new 71 toyoto corolla for 1800 dollars had to pay extra because it was an automatic.

yeah i remember when...i just forget where i put those damn keys! :nerd:

I remember when there were no 24hour news channels to let us know every possible bad thing that can happen to us.

I remember that there have always been germs.

I remember that there has always been crime.

I remember that there have always been drugs.

I remember that people just did not talk about these things.

I remember when you lost a parent and no one ever mentioned them again.

I remember when someone had cancer and everyone ignored them and whispered about it

I remember when in the 60's crime doubled.

I remember when there really was not good treatment for mental illness.

I remember when people started to find out how mentally ill patients were being treated in institutions.

I remember when pregnant women smoked and weree given amphetamines if they felt tired. (most of our mothers friom that era)

I remember the kids of women who were given Thalidomide for pregnancy nausea

I remember when a woman was being abused and she was too embarrased to get a divorce

I remember when children were abused and no one lifted a finger to help

I remember photos of people from Japan who had been a little too close to Hiroshima and Nagasaki...how deformed some of them were



Back when the World was safe...

Ps. yes, I was a weird little kid. I noticed how things were.

I often wonder if I grew up in the same world as other people did.

No monsters in the world? When?

I meant when I was small, little, a kid. I grew up in a happy home with no other monsters known to me other than those under my bed, and occasionally in my closet!Of course, I grew up... and realized that many people are monsters and they probably did exist when I was small, but I never ran into them then. And life was good!


...and oops... I just realized I am posting in a thread meant for those a bit (not much) older than I!!!

I remember when we had one televsion channel run by the government in black and white.

I remember when we dressed up to fly on an airplane

I remember having to wear white gloves to church and getting them filthy

I remember dancing to Beatles songs :)

I remember when Led Zeppelin was incredibly hard rock!

I remember when my feet did not kill me in really high heels (when I was too young to wear them)

I remember when you saw 2 movies back to back at the theatre

I remember Bazooka bubble gum with flavor that lasted longer than 2 minutes.

I remember when Gunsmoke, The Rifleman, and other westerns dominated the airwaves.

I remember Lost in Space.

I remember bell bottoms, gogo boots, and nehru jackets.

I remember the soda fountain at the local drug store.

I remember the italian festivals on the hill where you could get a bouncing monkey on a stick and sausage and pepper subs that melted in your mouth.

I remember wanting to go to Providence College which was males only at the time.....:)

I remember when Davey And Goliath was the ONLY thing on TV early Sunday mornings - that show is probably why I turned out halfway decent

I remember butterscotch dipped ice cream cones at the corner store, that also had a penny candy counter.
I don't remember seat belts, booster seats or car seats.
We had a old rambler wagon which all the doors, but one back one, were tied shut with rope, since they wouldn't stay closed.
Party lines meant the whole neighborhood knew your business. (who needed facebook lol)
In the summer, we were outside early and we came in when the street lights came on.
All the parents in the neighborhood would get on you, if you were doing something you weren't supposed to. AND we listened.
Girls had to wear dresses to public school, no matter what the weather.

I remember
going to the drive-in in our pj's.
playing hopscotch with chalk on the sidewalks
playing hide and go seek and running to hide in the neighbours yards
staying out til the streetlights came on
watching my dad make a homemade ice rink in the backyard

I remember:

when the kids would get together and catch snakes by turning over all the rocks in the neighbors yards and the nasty smell on my hands afterwards.

when we'd all get together and play red rover in the street.

my parents kept us home when they had the moon landing so we could watch it on television.

after school if you ran home fast enough, you could watch the afternoon movie with dialing for dollars.

when ALL the kids talked about the big boxers in school, Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier (and I went to an all-white school) and we watched it on television.

when space food sticks came out and my mom bought the peanut butter flavoured ones for our lunches.

after creature feature on Saturday nights we had to wait for the stupid geritol commercial to be over before we could watch WWF and root for Mad Dog Vschon.

having to wear tights and gloves and a purse to church, but after the service they had cookies and coffee or Kool-Aid for everyone and everyone hung out and talked with each other.

going to the cemetery after church with my grandma and my parents to change out flowers on all the graves of all of the family members.

begging my mom to let us have a few rolls of caps to use in our capguns and promising NOT to bang rocks on the rolls to pop them.

sunday night was always Mr Bubbles night.

when it was summer I would raid the mobile library that came to our neighborhood on Wednesdays, and then on Fridays the "playmobile" came to our school playground and taught us different art projects or games.

going to my cousins every other Saturday and the adults played canasta while we kids ran around the neighborhood playing baseball and stuff.

when my mom used to take in laundry to help make ends meet so we could move out of the projects.

we didn't have a lunchroom, they put up tables in the auditorium and we brought our lunches in paper sacks or lunchboxes and paid a nickel for milk.

at the beginning of the school year we lined up in the hall to be measured, weighed, and given a cursory eye test etc.

every week we watched films in the auditorium (sitting on the shiny wood floors) about being a good neighbor, doing civic duties, and preparedness for bombs (which ended in us doing a bomb drill down in the basement)

watching the macys parade every year with my dad.

I remember when roller skates were metal creations you strapped to your running shoes...
rubber bands tied together made many hours of fun being used as a game of limbo
a ball in Mom's old stocking was a game that you played against a wall swinging it between and around your body
Spud a game that was played with one of those balls that bounced really high and you each had a number and when it was called had to catch the ball
an imagination was celebrated and that picnic table was a ship, a car, a fort an island and many other things
4 Square was a game played at recess
tying chestnuts on a string and trying to break your opponent's was a challenging feat
throwing those collector cards against a wall was many hours of fun and I got some really cool cards
I remember when I had to get up to turn the channel on the TV...and we only had 1 TV
the short stubby bottles that pop came in and they were glass and required a bottle opener

Oh the memories.....