Eldergays, Prove Your Status!
What do you remember that the noisy, stinky little thugettes here wouldn't know anything about?
I remember how clothespin bags had a loop of medal so they'd slide down the line where you needed them.
And all respectable women of all ethnicities wearing white gloves on the bus in summer.
|by Anonymous||reply 287||Last Thursday at 5:29 AM|
I remember people dressing up when they went out to dinner, went to a play or concert, or travelled by airplane.
I remember smoking sections of airplanes and college libraries. (Thank God, they're gone!)
Getting up to change the tv channel (only 7 channels -- WCBS, WNBC, WNEW, WABC, WWOR, WPIX, Channel 13 -- in the try-state area).
The TV Station ending its broadcast around 2 or 3 am with the National Anthem, then snow on the screen.
For those of us who went to parochial school -- buying pagan babies and mite boxes.
|by Anonymous||reply 1||06/01/2021|
^^^ Meant tri-state. Damn auto-correct, it's incorrect!
|by Anonymous||reply 2||06/01/2021|
Rotary phones. And, no, I did not dial with a pencil. We had a phone dialer, thankyouverymuch
|by Anonymous||reply 3||06/01/2021|
I remember when smoking was allowed in elevators.
|by Anonymous||reply 4||06/01/2021|
I remember how thrilling it was to ride in a horseless carriage for the first time!
|by Anonymous||reply 5||06/01/2021|
I remember having to stay indoors when the "mosquito trucks" drove by dispensing a mist of poisonous chemicals (with an odd, not totally unpleasant smell).
|by Anonymous||reply 6||06/01/2021|
I remember when Lesley Gore, the Ronettes, the Crystals, and the Beatles were brand new. And also the Shangri-Las, whose "Remember (Walking in the Sand)" someone mentioned in another thread as being ruined by TikTok. Thankfully, I don't TikTok. Hope this will relax that poster a little.
|by Anonymous||reply 7||06/01/2021|
Soda cans had pull tabs. Girls and gaylings would take the tab off and put it on their finger and wear it like a ring. A few girls would make a necklace out of pull tabs.
|by Anonymous||reply 8||06/01/2021|
Chewing gum wrapper necklaces, bracelets, etc.
All sorts of telephone paraphernalia: tables to sit at while talking, contact books with the sliding knob to get to the letter, party lines, letters before the numbers (SL6-1234, e.g.).
Penny candy stores.
Christmas display windows in all windows not matter what sized town you lived in.
Broadsheet newspapers that were so wide they could be difficult to fold over.
Slightly guilty feeling when feeding your kids frozen dinners.
Call in requests to radio shows to play certain songs.
|by Anonymous||reply 9||06/01/2021|
I remember seeing Keith Richards shot full of heroin and playing amazing electric guitar.
|by Anonymous||reply 10||06/01/2021|
I remember when we correctly said "metal" rather than "medal".
|by Anonymous||reply 11||06/01/2021|
returning glass soda bottles to the store for the deposit.
|by Anonymous||reply 12||06/01/2021|
I was watching TV when Nixon resigned, and did a gay little fairy dance in my trailer, on the shag carpeting.
|by Anonymous||reply 13||06/01/2021|
I was there for the Olivia de Havilland and Luise Rainer double-billed show at Lascaux. It was a hit (with a club).
|by Anonymous||reply 14||06/01/2021|
OP, get the fuck off my lawn, you annoy little twerp.
|by Anonymous||reply 15||06/01/2021|
I remember the Welcome Wagon lady coming to our house when we moved to a new town.
|by Anonymous||reply 16||06/01/2021|
Maybe y'all might wanna remember that y'all repeat this thread topic erryday. aiite?
|by Anonymous||reply 17||06/01/2021|
There used to be a Little Caesars truck that would drive around selling pizza. Like the ice cream man.
|by Anonymous||reply 18||06/01/2021|
[quote] Maybe y'all might wanna remember that y'all repeat this thread topic erryday. aiite?
We have short-term memory issues, R17. We’re eldergays after all.
|by Anonymous||reply 19||06/01/2021|
I remember those first meetings of the Mattachine Society, how thrilling it was!!
|by Anonymous||reply 20||06/01/2021|
I remember gloryholes in the Mid-west when I was at school at Northwestern in the 1980's
|by Anonymous||reply 21||06/01/2021|
I remember seeing Karen Carpenter in concert.
|by Anonymous||reply 22||06/01/2021|
Department stores had professional salespeople in every department. They waited on you, you paid the for your purchase, they wrapped it for you, and you continued shopping. It wa great.
|by Anonymous||reply 23||06/01/2021|
Rotary phones, pencil not included.
|by Anonymous||reply 24||06/01/2021|
Elevators, with elevator operators. You told them where you wanted to go and they took you to that floor. Operators wore a uniform and sat on a high stool in front of a manual crank apparatus.
|by Anonymous||reply 25||06/01/2021|
[quote] I remember seeing through Karen Carpenter in concert.
Fixed that for you, R22.
|by Anonymous||reply 26||06/01/2021|
I’m so old, I remember when “impact” was only a noun.
|by Anonymous||reply 27||06/01/2021|
Oh lord, the soda can tab thing brought me back. I remember cigarette machines, shag carpeting, and how kids would get high behind the drug store. Bucket seats, ball clutches, bic lighters at concerts, and teased bangs. My mother had these very tight metallic curlers and Jean Nate kept in a giant container in the bathroom. Her kotex used to frighten me.
|by Anonymous||reply 28||06/01/2021|
I remember....Let’s see, what’s the first old thing that comes to mind… Dinah Shore on TV singing about seeing the USA in a Chevrolet.
|by Anonymous||reply 29||06/01/2021|
Boston Harbor- I remember the string of summer cottages down the street the wealthy would board up in the winter because they had no heating or insulation. They are year round McMansions all worth over half a million dollars now.
We visited a beach in Lisbon Spain a few years ago and the weather worn shacks reminded me so much of my childhood!
|by Anonymous||reply 30||06/01/2021|
I remember when ice cream trucks actually sold either soft serve Ice Cream like you would get at Dairy Queen or scooped ice cream into cones or cups instead of just selling the same stuff you could get out of any grocery store freezer case at highly inflated prices.
|by Anonymous||reply 32||06/01/2021|
R32, there used to be a Little Caesars truck that would drive around selling pizza. Like the ice cream man.
|by Anonymous||reply 33||06/01/2021|
My nice grandmother drove a Packard.
For years I thought it was spelled "liter" because that's how Packard spelled it on the dashboard. Like the "GH" would have killed them.
No wonder they went under.
|by Anonymous||reply 34||06/01/2021|
I remember waiting for the small amusement park-type ride flatbed trucks to show up in my neighborhood. There was a Carousel, Ferris Wheel, the Swings and the Whip. Can't remember how much a ride cost, probably a quarter, for a few minutes of fun. We even had a hurdy-gurdy man, complete with pet monkey(just like in those old B&W movies)
Many itinerant peddlers: , the soft pretzel boy, the umbrella repairman, the horseradish grinder(in an adjacent Jewish neighborhood) the knife and scissor sharpener guy, the snow cone man(he sold waffles and ice cream in cooler weather, his waffle iron was gas-powered) There was a man who carried a big straw basket on his shoulder and sold all sorts of little things: sewing needles, buttons, thread, pencils, envelopes, ink, shoelaces and shoe polish, a few kinds of makeup et al. The Javelle water man: an ancient man, with a horse and wagon, who sold glass bottles of bleach(not yet available in grocery stores) to all the housewives. The women would hear him and come out with their empty bottles, and receive a filled one in exchange for some small price. It was eerie seeing the almost-fluorescent yellowish-green liquid in those clear glass bottles.
The Abbott's milkman and his horse-drawn wagon. Crates of bottles of milk heaped with ice in Summer, and how we'd try to steal a chunk of it. The horse knew exactly where to go when the milkman whistled for him to come down the street. On frigid Winter days, the un-homogenized milk left on doorsteps would freeze and the cream would rise up a few inches above the bottle's opening.
Huge cuts(large, thick-crust square pieces) of pizza, for a dime, from the best pizzeria in the neighborhood-Fiore's.
Large stone watering troughs for horses, there was one every other block or so. Most are gone, but I'll see one occasionally as I walk around South Philly.
|by Anonymous||reply 35||06/01/2021|
I was there the night the Copa banned Helen Lawson. Well-deserved. Several members of the audience fainted.
|by Anonymous||reply 36||06/01/2021|
When I was young in the 50s/60s and we went to see a movie in the evening we had to dress up in coat and tie.
|by Anonymous||reply 37||06/01/2021|
In Ireland we brought a penny to school each week to send to the missions in order to save the black babies.
Little did we know 40 years later they would come to live with us and their crotchfruit would run rampant in gangs all over west Dublin terrorizing, attacking and robbing decent folks.
|by Anonymous||reply 38||06/01/2021|
[quote] I remember when smoking was allowed in elevators.
No, you don't.
There were always ashtrays full of sand by elevators so you could extinguish before boarding.
|by Anonymous||reply 39||06/01/2021|
Cars were better ventilated in the '50s and '60s.
Cowl vents, kick panel vents, and side vent windows have gone by the wayside.
|by Anonymous||reply 40||06/01/2021|
The Eastern (Airlines) Air Shuttle cost $12. (If the plane held a 100 people and 101 showed up for a flight, they'd roll out another plane for that one passenger and fly them by themselves: hourly on-demand airline flights between NYC and Boston.) With my student ID it was $6 to fly to New York. A beer onboard was a buck.
|by Anonymous||reply 41||06/01/2021|
r40 Gone for purely capitalist reasons-MONEY! With those features eliminated, more and more people opted to pay to have air conditioners installed in their new cars.
We called those side-vent windows WING-WINGS.
|by Anonymous||reply 42||06/01/2021|
R35 - We also had trucks with rides come around our neighborhood on Staten Island in the early 70s.
There was a Ferris Wheel (4 cages), a Whip, and the swinging boat thing called the King Kong, which was the most fun. A ride was a dime and when you got off they gave you an unfrozen “Freeze-R-Ice” (the flat plastic tube filled with flavored water). You’d run home, stick it in the freezer and then impatiently keep checking to see if it was ready. We had trucks that sold pizza slices & candy as well as the soft ice cream & Good Humor trucks, and there was a knife grinder in a truck with a loud bell.
|by Anonymous||reply 43||06/01/2021|
You could ride in the cockpit with the pilots. I was allowed sit through several landings. Just mention it to the flight attendant and you were escorted up front.
|by Anonymous||reply 44||06/01/2021|
R44, did you ever see a grown man naked?
|by Anonymous||reply 45||06/01/2021|
Is that all there is to the circus? Is that all there is?
|by Anonymous||reply 46||06/01/2021|
I watched Romper Room, Captain Kangaroo and Bozo the Clown daily in the mornings, until I reached school age. I don't recall missing them once I went to school.
|by Anonymous||reply 47||06/01/2021|
R35 how old are you, BronzeAgeGay?
|by Anonymous||reply 48||06/01/2021|
A gorgeous male PE teacher stripped naked and joined us in the showers to make sure we washed everywhere. All of the male gym teachers did this. Can you imagine this happening today?
|by Anonymous||reply 49||06/01/2021|
When we stayed with my grandma at her apartment in Queens at dinner time she’d say “C’mon kids, we’re going to the Chinks!”
|by Anonymous||reply 53||06/01/2021|
I remember when Alfonso Ribeiro broke his neck and died while breakdancing during a Michael Jackson video.
|by Anonymous||reply 54||06/01/2021|
Milk deliveries to our house by the milkman.
|by Anonymous||reply 55||06/01/2021|
Stir 'n Frost Cake.
That shit came with the pan AND frosting.
I ended up making it as an after-school snack. I was able to finish the whole cake before dinner.
|by Anonymous||reply 56||06/01/2021|
R53- Was your Grandmother's last name BUNKER?
|by Anonymous||reply 57||06/01/2021|
R49-At my summer camp in the 1970's the young good looking counselors would be in the showers NAKED with us campers. This would NEVER be allowed today- gay boys leering at their naked counselors- which is what I did.
I'd be SO excited when I met my counselors at the beginning of the summer and they were good looking because I knew I'd get to see them NAKED in the showers.
|by Anonymous||reply 58||06/01/2021|
I remember when car locks were completely manual. From inside the car, you had to pull up the lock to open the door in some models. In other models, pulling on the door handle would open the lock. This was completely mechanical – you could watch the door-lock button rise as you pulled on the handle. The same was true when you turned the key in the door lock.
I remember when seat belts were only lap belts. Soon after, there were shoulder harnesses as well, but they were a separate belt. Older cars had no seat belts at all, and no one was particular nervous driving or riding in them. In fact, many people drove around in new (seat-belt-equipped) cars without buckling up. No one thought this strange. If you wanted to risk your life, it was your business.
I remember paying $0.45/gallon for gasoline. That was 1973. The equivalent in 2021 dollars is $2.67, or about the price of gas before the current spike. Historically, gas prices are remarkably stable, especially compared to housing prices.
I remember a world without right turn on red. It was a grim place for drivers. Nicer for pedestrians, of course.
I remember when car styles changed dramatically every few years, so that you could tell at a glance if a car was, say, five years old. I also remember when a car with 100,000 miles on it was considered a remarkable, special thing. In other words, I remember when cars were more stylish but less reliable and durable than today. Not everything is worse in the 21st century … just most things.
|by Anonymous||reply 59||06/01/2021|
R59- In the 1970's generally ONLY luxury cars had power windows. Big American cars of the 1970's were HUGE gas guzzlers but they were also ( as you mentioned stylish) they were EXTREMELY comfortable with the velour bench seats. They were wide ( FAT WHORE here) and had good thigh support. That type of comfort you cannot find in the bucket seats of a Honda Civic.
|by Anonymous||reply 61||06/01/2021|
I remember going to the movies and really enjoying the picture, then knowing you literally wouldn’t see it again unless and until one of the networks picked it up — then it was a big deal that they had.
|by Anonymous||reply 62||06/01/2021|
R62- A hit movie like Saturday Night Fever would stay in the theaters for an entire year or more.
|by Anonymous||reply 63||06/01/2021|
It's right next to Cologne, France, [R31]. At least that's what a bootleg album I bought in 1976 said. "Recorded in Cologne, France."
|by Anonymous||reply 64||06/01/2021|
My Avon cologne came in a classy car-shaped bottle!
|by Anonymous||reply 65||06/01/2021|
I remember gas wars between competing gas stations.
|by Anonymous||reply 67||06/01/2021|
I remember going to see Song of the South at the Palace Theater in Canton, Ohio. We enjoyed it so much, we stayed for the next showing. We were surrounded by a haze of cigarette smoke, too.
My brother and I used take a nickle down to the corner store and buy a small bagful of root beer barrel and fireball candies.
|by Anonymous||reply 68||06/01/2021|
R68- What year were you born? 1910
|by Anonymous||reply 69||06/01/2021|
Milk was delivered to the home and left outside in small, metal boxes that were supposed to keep it cold.
Telephones took quarters, dimes, nickels and PENNIES.
You had to pay to use some toilets.
|by Anonymous||reply 70||06/01/2021|
R70- WOW, what year did public telephones take pennies?
|by Anonymous||reply 71||06/01/2021|
I remember when gas went up to 35 CENTS a gallon. My mother was complaining. I remember her telling me I'd soon be driving and then I'd have to pay that price! I wish!
|by Anonymous||reply 72||06/01/2021|
Kiddie Matinees at our neighborhood movie theater. The tickets were 75 cents.
We had a milkman as well as an eggman. The eggman just seemed to show up whenever, but we always bought eggs from him, many with double yolks.
Orange-colored cardboard "Trick or Treat for Unicef" coin boxes, as well as selling Easter Seals for our Catholic School.
Columbus Day parades in my suburban town of about ten thousand people.
The excitement in school the day that "The Wizard of Oz" was going to be on CBS. Also when "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" was airing.
Attempting to stay awake for the whole 24 hours of "The Jerry Lewis Telethon". I'm still amused my parents' attitude was "Go ahead, knock yourselves out!" School would start that Wednesday.
|by Anonymous||reply 73||06/01/2021|
I smoked in every class through undergrad and grad school. Everybody did.
|by Anonymous||reply 74||06/01/2021|
When I went to college, tuition was $25 per credit at the public community college, $39 at the private one. Text books for the courses were never more than $20. Tuition at an out of state, 4-year college was $8 per credit.
When my parents purchased their first house in the suburbs, they were told they had to make $15,000 per year to be able to afford it. This was for a brand new house. Wealthy home owners in town lived in $100,000 dollar homes.
|by Anonymous||reply 75||06/01/2021|
Tickets to concerts of popular bands were under $20.
|by Anonymous||reply 76||06/01/2021|
I remember when God took a day of rest. I brought Him lemonade. And I'm not even the oldest person here.
|by Anonymous||reply 78||06/01/2021|
Five bucks got you a bag of weed.
|by Anonymous||reply 79||06/01/2021|
I remember paying $15 or $20 an ounce.
|by Anonymous||reply 80||06/01/2021|
I remember being able to buy a bazooka gum for 1 cent then seeing the price one day go up to 2 cents and thinking how overpriced it seemed.
When I was in Junior high school in 1978 you could buy 4 snickers bars for a dollar. Now you can't even buy ONE snickers for a dollar.
|by Anonymous||reply 81||06/01/2021|
As a child my parents would send me to the drugstore to buy them cigarettes. For $1. I got two packs of Virginia Slims and a Hershey bar (standard size).
|by Anonymous||reply 82||06/01/2021|
R9 Not only frozen dinners (three aluminum sections, with a fourth small one in the middle of some desert, say, like apple crisp?), but "TV trays", portable contraptions that you "clicked" into place in front of chairs aligned to the new and fearsome TV screen. You wouldn't want to miss a Lucky Strikes commercial.
Also, when free basing coke was determined it was dangerous so you were encouraged to rock up the coke.
This is the proof you wanted, eh?
|by Anonymous||reply 83||06/01/2021|
R58, same here. The cam director and the counselors changed in the same Changing Room at the lake with the campers (early 70s). The director was uncircumcised unlike every other boy or counselor in the Changing Room. I can remember thinking it fascinating.
R44, My first plane ride was when my folks took us to Bermuda. On the return flight, I pretended to be the pilot at my seat. The stewardess must have seen me, because at the end of the flight my family and I were invited to the cockpit. I remember the pilot and co-pilot explain everything to us.
R57, believe it or not, but the grandmother of R53 really wasn't racist. Americans of the WWII generation referred to Chinese restaurants and laundries as "the Chinks." My Dad would say it, and he wasn't racist. To us today, racially insensitive...of course. And anyone who says it today would be racist
|by Anonymous||reply 84||06/01/2021|
[quote]When I was in Junior high school in 1978 you could buy 4 snickers bars for a dollar.
They were five cents when I was a kid.
|by Anonymous||reply 85||06/01/2021|
My lunch in college often was a PayDay candy bar and a can of Coke from the vending machines. Cost: 40 cents.
|by Anonymous||reply 86||06/01/2021|
[quote] [R62]- A hit movie like Saturday Night Fever would stay in the theaters for an entire year or more
Of course (although a [italic]year[/italic]? That’s a bit much), but then you’d need to go back to the theater and buy a ticket every time you saw it.
|by Anonymous||reply 87||06/01/2021|
I saw the Beatles in concert.
|by Anonymous||reply 88||06/01/2021|
R84- Oriental sounds a bit insensitive
Chink sounds NASTY
|by Anonymous||reply 89||06/01/2021|
You could buy a quart of milk for a quarter, from the milk machine on the corner. So you didn’t have to go all the way into the supermarket for milk. The quarts came in waxed cartons.
|by Anonymous||reply 90||06/01/2021|
R90 Ahem... or you could have milk delivered early in the morning at your door, directly from the dairy. And you left the used bottles there to be picked up. And we lived in the city.
|by Anonymous||reply 91||06/01/2021|
Gas was .28 a gallon when I learned to drive. My parents made me learn on the stick shift car, before they'd let me drive the automatic. "You'll be thankful, some day." I was.
|by Anonymous||reply 92||06/01/2021|
In 1971 my parents put me on a 747 to visit childhood friends. Before the flight, my Mom bought me new shoes and made me dress nicely. Even though I was a teenager, I hung out in the upstairs lounge, drinking a big glass of milk and munching on grapes and crackers with cheese. A ancient guy, maybe age 22, chatted me up while he drank cocktails. I went back to my seat in time for the hot meal.
The next summer I flew again but was disappointed it wasn’t a 747 with a lounge. It might’ve been a DC10. But I still had to wear my “Sunday clothes.”
Flying used to be so luxurious!
|by Anonymous||reply 93||06/01/2021|
R93- In 1971 it was also much more expensive.
|by Anonymous||reply 94||06/01/2021|
I remember when a purse or handbag was called by it's proper word - POCKETBOOK
|by Anonymous||reply 95||06/01/2021|
R89 - it was a very different world - plenty of things that now seem very offensive were said and done casually, and not necessarily with malice intended - although malice often was intended. Have you ever watched old episodes of All In The Family, especially the first season? Archie Bunker wasn’t really a comic exaggeration, plenty of the members of his WWII generations thought and spoke the way he did
The shows creator Norman Lear based Archie on his own father and intended for him to come off as ignorant and bigoted, but not irredeemably awful. However at the time many, many viewers liked, identified and agreed with Archie, and thought his liberal son-in-law Mike was the wrongheaded one.
One of the shows dramatic strengths was that both Archie and Mike could be annoying and blind to their own shortcomings. .
|by Anonymous||reply 96||06/01/2021|
I remember when ALL teenagers wore jeans now NO teenagers wear jeans.
|by Anonymous||reply 97||06/01/2021|
I think that’s just a regionalism, r95. “Pocketbook” back east, “purse” everywhere else.
Or “handbag.” And it really was a handbag—ladies did not have purses with shoulder straps.
|by Anonymous||reply 98||06/01/2021|
My NYC mom and grandmas called it a pocketbook or handbag, while “purse” was the change purse that went in the pocketbook.
One grandma kept bills tucked in a small fabric pocket that she pinned to the inside of her bra - purse snatchings were a real thing. When she wanted to give us kids money she’d joke “I have to go to the bank and make a withdrawal” as she patter her chest and walked into the bathroom.
|by Anonymous||reply 100||06/01/2021|
Our brand-new four bedroom, two bath house cost $20,000 to build. It is now valued at over $700,000. Blows my mind.
|by Anonymous||reply 101||06/01/2021|
I remember those commercials -Gentlemen prefer HANES from the 1970's and 1980's- so catchy then, considered SO sexist now.
|by Anonymous||reply 102||06/01/2021|
R98- Its not so much regional as generational. No one under 65 says POCKETBOOK anymore.
My father would say slacks or dungarees. No one says that anymore either.
|by Anonymous||reply 103||06/01/2021|
Having this for dessert. Early 1960s.
|by Anonymous||reply 104||06/01/2021|
Riding on my dad's motorcycle with him - and no helmets.
Riding in the back of our pickup truck with my older brothers and our big dogs - no seatbelts.
Putting a worm on the hook and gutting the fish (ewww!)
Getting milk AND glass bottles of Soda delivered. And the empties picked up.
Adults lighting up on smokes as soon as they finished eating - sometimes snubbing a butt out right on the plate or food remnants still on it (I can hear the sizzle of a marlboro dying in an uneaten bite of mashed potatoes).
White Trash? Obvi.
|by Anonymous||reply 105||06/01/2021|
My mother took me to see the just released film, West Side Story in 1961. I was 8 years old. I took one look at the Jets and Sharks, and knew without doubt, I was gay.
|by Anonymous||reply 106||06/01/2021|
I remember sitting in the living room watching my parents dance to Bobby Darin on the hi fi, especially Beyond the Sea.
I also remember the parties our next door neighbor's kids had when they were in high school and I was a toddler. I'd sneak out at night and nestle in the bushes between our houses and watch an old fashioned sock hop. They were held on their basket ball court, with lights and Japanese lanterns strung in the trees. I loved the 50's music, the girls' dresses and the boys in sportscoats and ties. I was in heaven. The first song I remember singing was Elvis' "Hound Dog."
In keeping with the music theme, I remember getting my first transistor radio. You could take your music anywhere! It was magic! It was turquoise plastic and a bit larger than a pack of cigarettes. I don't think it ever left my hand, but I remember my mother not letting me take it to school.
|by Anonymous||reply 107||06/01/2021|
My grandparents had a TV with a "clicker" remote that was the cutting edge of high tech in 1972. I was fascinated by it as well as the power windows in their Oldsmobile.
|by Anonymous||reply 108||06/01/2021|
Love to Love You Baby was acceptable music any 8 year old to listen to. Then killjoy Dad stepped in & put the kibosh on it. Then permissive Mom unkiboshed it. Also, Soap, the tv show, was equally acceptable, even past 10’ on school nights when I was 8.
|by Anonymous||reply 110||06/01/2021|
This hot new device called a microwave, complete with faux wood paneling. So large you can cook a 20’lb turkey in it!
|by Anonymous||reply 111||06/01/2021|
[quote]These Vintage Cherry Grove Photos Will Make You Miss Queer Beaches
What people really miss are gay beaches.
|by Anonymous||reply 112||06/01/2021|
Nearly everywhere you went to eat they gave you a complimentary side salad with a choice of dressing.
Touch Tone phones were a modern luxury you paid extra for monthly.
Top movies of the year were intelligent dramas with adult themes, like the breakdown of a marriage.
Str8 men wore tiny speedos and tight trousers with bulges and no one said a thing about it.
Gays were perpetually sneered at, insulted and demonized in movies and on TV and everyone laughed.
|by Anonymous||reply 113||06/01/2021|
The racism. The n word was thrown around as an insult so casually.
|by Anonymous||reply 114||06/01/2021|
I feel like people farted more back in the 70s. I grew up always smelling fart/poop smell around my family and friends. Now, not so much.
|by Anonymous||reply 115||06/01/2021|
I was 6 years old in 1976, and I wanted to try and use the pay phone on the corner, just for a thrill.
I waited until Mom left her bedroom, and I stole a dime off of her bedside table, and walked down to the corner. I felt so rebellious. Then I got to the pay phone, put the coin in, and didn't know what to do next. I didn't know any phone numbers to call, nor was I totally aware how to make that happen, or who I would want to talk to. I thought, maybe I can call Mom and say hello. Then I realized that would get me in trouble. Then I hung up the phone, and the dime flew out of the return slot. I took it home, and put the dime back on Mom's bedside.
TL:DR - Pay phones cost a dime in 1976.
|by Anonymous||reply 116||06/01/2021|
The terrifying furnaces and heaters in old houses....big scary things with flames that heated the whole house like an oven....or, big grates in the floor you stood on to get warm.
My grandma getting dressed up to "go to town". She wore her work clothes to do all her chores at home (on the farm) then she'd bathe/wash up and put on a nice pants suit to go into town.
In many parts of the country, "ethnic" restaurants were a big deal because they were rare. Especially Asian ones where you just really had Chinese restaurants and in big cities, you might have a Benihana Japanese steakhouse place. And, at least in the Midwest, Chinese restaurants were either dark and mysterious and very old world Asian or sort of modern peppy space age mid century supper club places that were more "Chinese American" that always had a big American menu for all the wimps too scared to try chop suey.
Huge news stands with papers from around the world and hundreds of different kinds of magazines. I really miss those!
Oh, and parents being publicly violent with their kids, grabbing them roughly and giving them an ass whupping. So terrifying.
|by Anonymous||reply 117||06/01/2021|
The cleaners would pick up and deliver the dry cleaning once a week.
I long for the days before self service gas. The attendant would fill your tank, wash your windows, and check your fluid levels under the hood, including the oil. If your washer fluid was not full he'd always top it off.
|by Anonymous||reply 118||06/02/2021|
R118 -- we were a Texaco buying family and had a station account (before there were gasoline credit cards) at a nearby Texaco service station.
I remember the men at station performing their duties as you say and I even remember their names: Harry was the young one and John was the old one.
|by Anonymous||reply 119||06/02/2021|
[quote]I remember how clothespin bags had a loop of medal so they'd slide down the line where you needed them.
They still do, I have two of them, both purchased within the last couple of years.
|by Anonymous||reply 120||06/02/2021|
Getting my arm caught in the wringer of the washing machine, party lines on the phone, the local milkman delivering milk every morning.
|by Anonymous||reply 121||06/02/2021|
Oh, you whippersnappers with your fancy pull rings on your soda. In MY day, you had to use a can piercer when you wanted a tonic: one large piercing to drink from and a smaller one opposite to enable a better flow.
|by Anonymous||reply 122||06/02/2021|
R119 in my city most gas station attendants back in the day all wore white or green uniforms with their names embroidered on the shirt and a Navy style cap. The young fit ones looked sharp as hell. I remember my mother always commenting on one young man at the gas station we primarily used. As we'd drive off she'd say "he's such a nice looking young man". And he surely was. Looking back he was more handsome than many good looking movie stars of today. It was always a treat to watch him clean the windshield. He'd lean way over the window wiping from one side to the other and you could make out his powerful pec muscles straining against his tapered shirt.
Mmm hmm, happy days.
|by Anonymous||reply 123||06/02/2021|
My mother used to make Jell-o and Junket on the same day each week. Here's vanilla Junket.
|by Anonymous||reply 124||06/02/2021|
R118- You should move to New Jersey which has ONLY full service gasoline stations. Self service is illegal.
|by Anonymous||reply 125||06/02/2021|
We got 2 newspapers delivered every day except on Saturday and Sunday. The morning addition and the evening addition. The papers were not thrown into the yard. There was a newspaper box attached to the side of the mail box at the street.
|by Anonymous||reply 126||06/02/2021|
R123- I remember going to the Getty station in the 1970's which was the only service station for miles around which allowed the owner to charge high prices for his gasoline and be very busy with car repairs. Back then American cars were so HUGE that the gas station attendant would have to walk around to the other side of my fathers Cadillac Sedan De Ville to finish cleaning the other side of the windshield because it was SO wide.
|by Anonymous||reply 128||06/02/2021|
I can remember when the Beatles first came to America, I couldn't believe how ridiculously long their hair was and how much I hated all the screaming the girls did while they preformed. At the time I thought they were horribly overrated.
I later had longer hair than theirs and loved their music. Still don't like the girls screaming.
|by Anonymous||reply 129||06/02/2021|
Back in the day when someone asked for our phone number we'd tell them it was 'Belmont 7-8950' or 237-8950.
|by Anonymous||reply 130||06/02/2021|
Green Shield Stamps with petrol purchases.
|by Anonymous||reply 131||06/02/2021|
I remember my mother hosting a Tupperware Party
|by Anonymous||reply 132||06/02/2021|
R132- Was your mother's name Edith Bunker?
|by Anonymous||reply 133||06/02/2021|
Oh how I miss the summer of love ,dropping acid, up until 4 in the morning I realized just how queer I am due to those trips
|by Anonymous||reply 134||06/02/2021|
R25, I have a friend who lives in a fancy Park Avenue building, and they still have an elevator operator. My husband’s family’s building had one back in the late 90s.
Personally, I find it too intimate (they can smell the alcohol or... whatever on your breath), and I can certainly press my own elevator button.
|by Anonymous||reply 135||06/02/2021|
R122, we used those on cans of pineapple and tomato juice!
And Hawaiian Punch, for special occasions.
|by Anonymous||reply 136||06/02/2021|
Until about 10 years ago I had saved an old Gannett newspaper from December 1977. There were ads for specials at the supermarkets. A&P had the biggest ad . They were advertising 10 navel oranges for $1. WOW
The other day I was in Hmart and they were charging 65 cents for one medium orange. OUCH
|by Anonymous||reply 137||06/02/2021|
For R122. Yes! I remember using this gadget. A must kitchen accessory. Use this, or get a screwdriver.
(R104 / R106)
|by Anonymous||reply 138||06/02/2021|
I'm from London, England (cunty if you're around, yes, I am, I'm not lying...for goodness sake!!)
But we came to America once or twice a year.
It was extremely expensive flying to the USA - you had to take what were called 'chartered' flights and book months in advance. The planes were shitty and had no movies or anything and they were often delayed. But it was worth it.
America in the 70s (& before) was way advanced than the rest of the world. It was like travelling to the future. Shopping malls, multi channel TVs/cable. Push button phones. Zillions of radio stations. Late night shopping. Fast food places (we didn't even have McDonald's).
I probably should have maturer memories and observations but I was a child so these were things that impressed me.
|by Anonymous||reply 139||06/02/2021|
R139, were you part of the Suit 'n' Tie to Fly club?
|by Anonymous||reply 140||06/02/2021|
Using this can lid remover. Deadly if your fingers slipped over the lid’s jagged edge.
|by Anonymous||reply 141||06/02/2021|
[quote]You could buy a quart of milk for a quarter, from the milk machine on the corner.
Wow, I thought I'd heard it all, but this is a new one. R90, can i ask where this was, and when? I'm assuming a larger city?
|by Anonymous||reply 142||06/02/2021|
R138 -- I've heard that gadget referred to as a "church key."
|by Anonymous||reply 143||06/02/2021|
R139- Why would you need to take a chartered flight to the USA back then. There were MANY nonstop flights from London to New York on British Airways or BOAC then and Pan Am in the 1970's.
|by Anonymous||reply 144||06/02/2021|
My first plane ride (from LA to SF) on a turbo-prop... before most commercial planes became jets.
|by Anonymous||reply 145||06/02/2021|
R144 as R139 explained, it cost a helluva lot more on scheduled service back then: $1200 in 1961 dollars for a r/t from JFK (then Idlewild) to LHR. The inflation calculator will give you some idea of what that’s worth today.
You’ll see why people tried to save money.
|by Anonymous||reply 146||06/02/2021|
In high school our school lunch cost 35¢. A lot of us opted to run across the street to McDonald's at lunch time and use that 35¢ to buy a hamburger, fries and a coke.
When I was about 10 my family went into NYC from Long Island where we lived. My mother forgot my dress (I was in play clothes, pants) and girls were not allowed on the street unless in a dress so they had to buy me a dress when we got there.
Cigarettes were 25¢ a pack or 5 for $1. Candy bars which were larger than they are today were 5¢ each or 6 for a quarter.
r142 I am not the one that posted about buying milk from a machine but we had them too on Long Island.
|by Anonymous||reply 147||06/02/2021|
We had them in London too.
|by Anonymous||reply 148||06/02/2021|
[quote] [R126] Addition to what?
LOL, I just caught that. Another instance of the fingers going faster than the brain.
|by Anonymous||reply 151||06/02/2021|
What did poor R148 do to get troll designated? He was free and clear earlier on all his other posts.
|by Anonymous||reply 152||06/02/2021|
at age 12 this put a knot in my stomach
|by Anonymous||reply 153||06/02/2021|
Funny enough I recall we used to get two different newspaper deliveries. The morning would bring the Provience Journal. Then late afternoon they'd bring the Evening Bulletin. Also recall milk deliveries at my grandparents house in the city. Plus I recall the transition to plastic wrapped everything. Meat was in waxed or heavy paper. And yeah pay phones lemme think, 15 cents I think it cost.
CB radio was a big deal back then too - and the FCC licensed it too. Ours was KOR-8812. Of course now I got by something different KD1S that 1 in the middle means I got my call sign in New England. I got into amateur radio as a no-code technician. I heard stories how you had to go up to the Boston FCC office for the test prior to the volunteer examiner programs.
My parents first house cost exactly $20,000 wonder what it is now?
|by Anonymous||reply 154||06/02/2021|
R153- I always found Mike Wallace to be SO SMUG.
|by Anonymous||reply 155||06/02/2021|
I remember when the gas pumps only went to 99.9 so they had to sell gas by the half-gallon for a while.
|by Anonymous||reply 156||06/02/2021|
Making toll calls at weekday rate = mortal sin!
|by Anonymous||reply 157||06/02/2021|
I remember when the caller was the only one charged for a phone call.
|by Anonymous||reply 159||06/02/2021|
A former supervisor of mine, who would now be about 85 years old, mentioned the time that she went into the city from Bergen County, and was lectured by a policeman about not being dressed suitably for the occasion. I don't think he actually had her turn around and go home, but if not he certainly hinted he was willing to do so.
|by Anonymous||reply 160||06/02/2021|
R160- A woman was arrested in NYC in 1904 for smoking in public.
|by Anonymous||reply 161||06/02/2021|
McDonald's Big Macs were 65¢ when I was 10 years old.
|by Anonymous||reply 162||06/02/2021|
PSA Airlines. $29 flights from LA to San Francisco. Flavor Straws I remember buying cigarettes for my parents at gas station vending machines, where the packs would come with the change (two pennies) inside the clear plastic wrap. When Mastercard was called Mastercharge. And Visas were called BankAmericards. And, I used to work for Carte Blanche.
|by Anonymous||reply 163||06/02/2021|
R163-Do you remember when Exxon was called Esso?
|by Anonymous||reply 164||06/02/2021|
R164 I do remember Esso. And I remember jokes about the Esso Bee.
|by Anonymous||reply 165||06/02/2021|
I remember free directory assistance. Simply dial 0 and ask the operator for the number of any person in the country.
|by Anonymous||reply 166||06/02/2021|
R166- They were able to do that because they charged ASTRONOMICAL prices for anything considered to be a long distance call..
|by Anonymous||reply 167||06/02/2021|
When I was 5 years old in 1958 my grandparents huge home had 2 telephones. A candlestick phone in the "phone alcove" upstairs at the end of the central hallway and a wall phone in the kitchen. No matter where you were in that big house when the phone rang you had to start fast to get to the phone before the caller hung up. I well remember when the lady that cooked for them would answer the kitchen phone she'd literally yell into it because she figured the other person wouldn't be able to hear her. 😃
By the way, I still have that candlestick phone as a decorative piece.
|by Anonymous||reply 168||06/02/2021|
To R162, I remember when Mc Donalds and Carrolls were only 10 cents
|by Anonymous||reply 169||06/02/2021|
I remember back when they used to pay me to eat at McDonalds. Good money too. Yeah, so....
|by Anonymous||reply 170||06/02/2021|
I remember M, G and J as fresh young things.
|by Anonymous||reply 171||06/02/2021|
I remember when toy cars were made in England ( Matchbox and Corgi) unlike today where everything is made in China.
|by Anonymous||reply 172||06/02/2021|
I remember our house had a clothes chute on the third and second floors that ended in the cellar. We just threw our dirty clothes, wet towels, etc. in the chute and it was collected in the cellar basket. Smoking was allowed on airplanes, people dressed up when going out. The Green Stamp book that, when filled, was redeemable. Those were the happy days.
|by Anonymous||reply 173||06/02/2021|
The FDR 6¢ stamp was the earliest I remember using.
We also had a milkman who delivered two half-gallon glass jugs twice a week. They had foil caps on them.
Payphone calls were 10¢ Our service was GTE, not Ohio Bell (which we considered superior to GTE).
I specifically remember a "gas war" in the late 60's when a Gulf station across the street from a Sohio sold gas for 25¢ a gallon.
Our house had an TV antenna on the roof that was controlled by a rotor box that sat on top of the console TV. To get clearer reception, you turned the rotor, which rotated the antenna. We often overshot and had to turn it the other way. BTW, we had three channels 3 (NBC), 5 (ABC) and 8 (CBS).
We had a natural gas furnace which heated water that circulated in pipes and radiators in each room. The pipes banged and clanged when the hot water hit them and if you brushed up against one pipe in the living room, it burned your arm, leg, hand, whatever. NB, this sort radiant heat is inefficient.
The one bank in town was owned by an elderly spinster who had a desk in a sort of loft overlooking the whole operation. She lent my parents the $9000 cost of our house in 1966. The mortgage was $83/month and I remember some months my parents could not pay the whole amount.
I also remember the meat counter wrapping everything from ground beef to cold cuts to slices cheese in brown butcher paper, with a piece of tape and a price marked in grease pencil.
|by Anonymous||reply 174||06/02/2021|
the electronics and music pages of the Green Stamp catalog:
|by Anonymous||reply 175||06/02/2021|
I remember when you traveled somewhere you would call home through the operator and ask to speak to your own name, when your parents answered the phone the operator would say that they had a call for that name and your parents would say that he wasn't here. You parents would know you have arrived safely and you didn't have to pay for the call.
[quote] A person-to-person call is an operator-assisted call in which the calling party requests to speak to a specific party and not simply to anyone who answers. The caller is not charged for the call unless the requested party is reached. This method was popular when telephone calls were relatively expensive.
|by Anonymous||reply 176||06/02/2021|
If you recognize him, you're an elder...
|by Anonymous||reply 177||06/02/2021|
I remember George Washington not being able to lie about chopping down the cherry tree.
|by Anonymous||reply 178||06/02/2021|
I remember when Yugo's launched in the US. It was such a disaster that some car dealerships were giving them away for free with the purchase of any other new vehicle.
|by Anonymous||reply 179||06/02/2021|
Hell yes I remember Bobby Sherman R177. My loins burned for him back in the day.
|by Anonymous||reply 180||06/02/2021|
I posted above about the milk machine. This was in Flushing, Queens, an area of apartment buildings. Mother would send one of us down to the corner with a quarter if we ran out of milk. Even at dinnertime when it was dark.
Those were the days when kids had chores at home, & were sent on errands outside the home, going down in the elevator by themselves to the corner.
You generally saw milk machines on major roads. The machines were silver metal, about 5 feet tall. The milk carton came tumbling down a little chute when you put a quarter in and pressed a button for the kind of milk you wanted.
|by Anonymous||reply 181||06/02/2021|
I grew up in NYC. In grammar school (parochial) in the earlier grades (1-4) in the early 70s, my younger brother and I would come home for lunch, then go back to school.
In department stores, you had salespeople who actually helped you.
Before the advent of the plethora of talk shows, we had the morning and afternoon movies on WABC. The talk shows were Mike Douglas and Dinah Shore in the afternoons.
I can remember my grandmother loved Merv Griffin ay 8:30 at night on WNEW (channel 5 in NY).
Card stores owned by individuals. In our neighborhood there was a card owned by two elderly Jewish sisters. We were Catholic, but they used to give my mother matzoh and Gefilte fish at Passover.
Bringing your dress shirts, bed sheets, and table linen to the Chinese laundry. zThey did a beautiful job.
Eating dinner as a family every night. If my parents went out, say on a Friday night, my Mom would feed us beforehand and perhaps get a pizza. Eating as a family was one of the greatest gifts my parents gave me. We learned how to hold conversations.
|by Anonymous||reply 182||06/03/2021|
r143 A lot of different styles of manual can openers were referred to as 'church keys,' even the ones that came with and were used to open sardine tins and cans of coffee.
I don't remember milk machines in the city, but we did have one where we spent Summers at the shore. It was a big, red, boxy machine, that dispensed the coldest milk I ever knew, in waxed paper cartons. The carton flew out with such force that sometimes it broke open before it got to the pick-up window.
I remember gasoline for 15 cents a gallon. Within the stretch of one block we had 3 places you could gas up: 2 simply had a pipe and hose set-up at the curb, the other was a full-service station.
|by Anonymous||reply 183||06/03/2021|
R154- Up until the late 1970’s there were far fewer things sold in plastic. Supermarkets used paper bags without handles which was a pain in the ass to carry.
Nicer department stores gave you shopping 🛍 bags with handles while a store like Sears used these TALL paper bags.
|by Anonymous||reply 184||06/03/2021|
r160 In the 40's my 23 year old aunt who lived in Manhattan went down to the river with her friends to sun bath and they had shorts on. A cop came along and told them they had to go home because of the way they were dressed and they were not allowed out in public dressed like that. Today, I can't even imagine that.
|by Anonymous||reply 185||06/03/2021|
Am I the only one who had such dangerous items as Creepy Crawlers and a chemistry set?
|by Anonymous||reply 186||06/03/2021|
I remember no internet, no public surveillance, anything you needed to look up was on paper or that newfangled microfiche.
People treated others like fellow human beings.
Very few rageaholics, and they were regarded as slightly crazy and to be avoided.
We had milk machines in Wisconsin. Very handy.
You'd pull into a gas station and a uniformed attendant would run out to see what you needed. Fill 'er up, clean the windshield, check the tires and oil, and cheerfully send you on your way.
Getting pizza was a treat.
|by Anonymous||reply 187||06/03/2021|
I remember my father taking me to the Automat near Macy's in Manhattan in the early 1970's when there were still several left.
|by Anonymous||reply 188||06/03/2021|
Anyone else remember candy cigarettes?
|by Anonymous||reply 189||06/03/2021|
R189- I do remember them, vaguely.
Were they around in the 1970's?
|by Anonymous||reply 190||06/03/2021|
I remember when the ‘hanky code’ was a big thing down on Folsom and the Castro. Blue for blow jobs,Red for fisting..sort of forget the others..right back pocket for the Receiver …left for the submissive. The meat rack at the Watering Hole…..those really were the days
|by Anonymous||reply 191||06/03/2021|
R191 You must had a lost of crossed wires. Right - Receiver. Left - Submissive. Who's going to drive?
If this is the domain we're looking at.... I remember young men strolling slowly to show the wares on the streets off of Santa Monica Blvd. (Selma Ave), lingering hopefully around Pershing Square, and men tensely observing the guys working in the sand pit at Muscle Beach in Venice.
|by Anonymous||reply 192||06/03/2021|
I thought it was right for the dominant ( the fucker), left for submissive (getting fucked) Have I been hooking my keys on the wrong side?
|by Anonymous||reply 193||06/03/2021|
I remember my first dildo was made of bark and had to be hand cranked.
|by Anonymous||reply 194||06/03/2021|
I had a policeman baton …just the right size….some have to work up to it though.
|by Anonymous||reply 195||06/03/2021|
For r193, who I hope hasn't had any problems navigating who's on top IRL.
|by Anonymous||reply 197||06/03/2021|
Thank you for refreshing my memory…it has been a long time hasn’t it?
|by Anonymous||reply 198||06/03/2021|
As a kid growing up in Wisconsin during the 60's margarine was not allowed to be sold completely mixed, it came in a plastic pouch and you had to squeeze the pouch to mix the yellow and the white sections inside the pouch. The dairy farmers didn't like that margarine cut into butter sales so if you wanted margarine you had to work for it and mix it yourself.
|by Anonymous||reply 199||06/03/2021|
R197 Ha... I love the "will buy dinner"
It should be updated. Paisley right - "gluten free vegan" Paisley left - Keto diet
|by Anonymous||reply 200||06/03/2021|
You could blow powdered sugar out of them. So sophisticated.
|by Anonymous||reply 201||06/03/2021|
R199 Until 2008, Quebec outlawed coloring margarine. It was a ghastly whitish gray color.
|by Anonymous||reply 202||06/03/2021|
Same with Oregon. We can't pump our own gas. Every once in awhile, it comes up for a vote to end this, but nobody votes for it. Why get your own gas when somebody is there to do it for you? They also check the oil, tires, etc.
To the person who mentioned their father's Olds, I got a ticket for having 17 people in my father's Olds 98, at the time the longest car ever built. This was in a very large park, and it was a convertible, with people sitting on the hood and the trunk lid. I had to go to court with my father, who was a highly-respected lawyer in the city.
So, I'm up on front of the judge (who was a friend of my parents), with my Dad standing beside me. The judge frowns, and says to me, "I bet Mark (my father, not his real name), didn't like you doing that to his car, did he?" I wanted to sink through the floor.
Me: No, sir.
Judge: "Why did you have 17 people in your father's car?"
Me: "They needed a ride, sir."
The entire courtroom burst out laughing, including the judge and my father.
|by Anonymous||reply 203||06/03/2021|
I spent my entire life as a motorist until very recently in New Jersey. So, I only learned to pump my own gas this year after moving to Florida.
|by Anonymous||reply 204||06/03/2021|
I saw Herman's Hermits in concert.
|by Anonymous||reply 205||06/03/2021|
I remember direct flights.
|by Anonymous||reply 206||06/03/2021|
I remember when the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics was a thing.
|by Anonymous||reply 207||06/03/2021|
Not a single naked man I saw in the 60s and 70s, and I saw quite a lot at college, groomed his bush. It was all-hair all the time.
|by Anonymous||reply 208||06/04/2021|
The average cost of the lowest grade of gasoline in New Jersey is right at $3.00/gal. and $3.50/gal in Oregon. So in plenty places in both states the actual cost is higher. Do people in those states not realize they're paying higher prices because the stations have to pay the salaries of people to pump that gas for them?
|by Anonymous||reply 209||06/04/2021|
I remember in the summer of 1979 the first time I paid more than a dollar a gallon for gasoline.
I was 22, but I was outraged. As if I was one of our best eldergays.
|by Anonymous||reply 210||06/04/2021|
In 1965, it was five gallons for $1 on Tuesdays.
|by Anonymous||reply 211||06/04/2021|
I remember when a total stranger knocked on the door you answered it expecting the option to buy things like Fuller Brushes, or vacuums, even cosmetics. And as a young kid answering the door (which was totally normal back then before helicopter parents) They sales man would then say "is the lady of the house home"?
|by Anonymous||reply 212||06/04/2021|
Going shopping for clothes at Woolworths and being able to grab lunch right at the lunch counter inside the store. Not in a separate room or alcove but right along the wall right next to tall the people and merchandise.
|by Anonymous||reply 213||06/04/2021|
R209- I live in Westchester cty NY and I have to fill up my car today. My self serve BP is $3.01 per gallon and they're one of the lowest prices near me. You still have it better even with the full serve in NJ.
|by Anonymous||reply 214||06/04/2021|
High beams in a cars were not on the staring column. They were located on the floor to the side of the break so you could tap them on and off without removing your hands from the wheel.
|by Anonymous||reply 215||06/04/2021|
Marc's Big Boy. The Big Boy was the precursor to the Big Mac and I wonder if the Big Boy chain ever challenged it.
|by Anonymous||reply 216||06/04/2021|
R213 Woolworth's lunch counter had the best BLTs and root beer.
|by Anonymous||reply 217||06/04/2021|
I remember The Summer of '42. No I wasn't alive then it was a movie made in 1971, but I remember seeing it.
|by Anonymous||reply 218||06/04/2021|
[quote]I was fascinated by it as well as the power windows in their Oldsmobile.
As a kid we had an Oldsmobile as well and the power rear windows didn't just slide down. They danced down. The window started going down at one angle and then switched angles midway through, ending in a straight line just as the window disappeared. This was 1964.
|by Anonymous||reply 219||06/04/2021|
1964, I believe, was the year my folks bought a Ford Falcon; my mom passed her driver's test, but couldn't drive (my dad's) standard car.
|by Anonymous||reply 220||06/04/2021|
The Avon Lady! She was a neighbor who was trying to pay off a debt; the housewives felt compelled to buy something from her to help her out. I do remember my mother looking out the window and saying "Oh no, here comes Marge."
Still, they all were the best of friends.
|by Anonymous||reply 221||06/04/2021|
I remember the NBC peacock - The next program is in living color- I LOVED the NBC peacock which they used up until about 1975.
|by Anonymous||reply 222||06/04/2021|
1975 would have been roughly when we got our first color TV.
|by Anonymous||reply 223||06/04/2021|
When as a kid living in the city, I remember a fresh produce truck visiting my block twice a week. I remember the produce man singing some kind of song but the words were unintelligible and me and the other kids would mock the song. The last time I saw him was 1971 when we moved to a different neighborhood. There was no produce truck in that hood.
|by Anonymous||reply 225||06/04/2021|
R100 - All the women on my mother’s side of the family called that method of monetary conveyance “Chest National Bank”.
|by Anonymous||reply 226||06/04/2021|
As was said up thread, on weeknights TV broadcasting actually stopped after the "last" program. Often at midnight or 1:00am this is all you'd see:
|by Anonymous||reply 227||06/04/2021|
"Bicentennial Minutes" CBS broadcasted a one-minute history lesson between two shows every night for a year and a half during the celebration in 1976. Each segment featured a celebrity, who reported what happened "200 years ago today".
Here's a sample from Youtube, reported by actress Jessica Tandy.
I loved these!
|by Anonymous||reply 228||06/04/2021|
When I was 11 in 1964 I went to see 'Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte' alone because all my friends had heard it was terrifying and wouldn't go. It traumatized me. I slept with the light on in my bedroom for a week.
|by Anonymous||reply 229||06/04/2021|
I am old, childhood memories from the 50s. Bread, milk, seltzer delivered to the house every week. We had a milk box on the porch, milk was left, my mom put the money in an envelope. No one worried about it being taken. The "fruit man" came with his truck, selling fresh fruits and vegetables. Insurance Salesman came regularly to our door, to collect insurance premiums, Fuller Brush door to door salesman, the "peddler" came to sharpen knives and scissors, etc. These weekly or bi-weekly visits were welcomed by stay at home housewives. My Mom served them coffee and cookies. These regulars were conduits of neighborhood news and gossip. Then there were itinerant vacuum salesman and encyclopedia salesman.
My mother used to give me a dollar. This allowed me to ride the bus back and forth to "downtown", meet with a friend, share a hamburger and cokes at Woolworth's. Sometimes I just walked, so I could spend the busfare on a pocket comb. It came in a little plastic sheath with a mirror on the back. bough candy with the rest.
|by Anonymous||reply 230||06/04/2021|
R218, I'm so old I knew Jennifer O'Neill's ex-husband.
|by Anonymous||reply 231||06/04/2021|
R228, thank you for sharing that. I remember these too!
|by Anonymous||reply 232||06/04/2021|
[quote]1975 would have been roughly when we got our first color TV.
I remember felling neglected because other families were all getting color TVs and Dad thought they were too expensive. When the day came that he finally relented, to my surprise half the channels were still in fucking black and white!
|by Anonymous||reply 233||06/05/2021|
My father refused to buy a color TV even though we could easily afford it, he didn't believe in it. So my mother got a job saved up the money to buy a color TV and said dad could watch the black and white TV in the basement. So eventually she had saved enough bought the color TV and you couldn't separate my father from that color TV he loved it.
Same thing happened with the microwave, my father refused to believe they could work, my mother bought one but my father refuse to ever use it, not that he ever cooked much, that was woman's work.
|by Anonymous||reply 234||Last Monday at 1:35 PM|
When I was a kid department stores could still ring up your sale even if the power was off, because they brought the cranks out and just cranked the cash register. When I was a teenager we had to punch in the item code and the price. None of this fancy scanning stuff.
|by Anonymous||reply 235||Last Monday at 2:34 PM|
I still use a fan scale in my kitchen.
|by Anonymous||reply 236||Last Monday at 2:48 PM|
I remember when bowling alleys had manual pinsetters (and bowling 'alleys' were not called bowling 'centers').
|by Anonymous||reply 237||Last Monday at 2:50 PM|
Shoot, we didn't have air-conditioning until I was ten years old. A fan in the front door blowing in, a fan in the back door blowing out, that was central cooling in my first decade.
When we did get air-conditioning, we were the first in the neighborhood and suddenly everyone wanted to play with us.
|by Anonymous||reply 238||Last Monday at 5:48 PM|
I remember the clinking of the slave chains lulling me to sleep as they came in from the fields right before sunset. If you waited until dark, they had a better chance of escaping.
|by Anonymous||reply 239||Last Monday at 6:02 PM|
When I was young, TV programming wasn't a 24-hour enterprise.
And speaking of TV, I remember that Kresge's dept. store sold rainbow-colored film to spread on your black and white TV screen so you could halfway believe you had a color TV.
The milkman drove an unrefrigerated truck. In those days, the milk was kept cold with lots of ice packed in hay (to keep it from melting too quickly).
We had a small aluminized steel box on the back porch for the milk delivery. And my mom scraped off the cream that rose to the top of each bottle to use in her morning coffee.
Telephones were available only through the Bell Telephone Company. It was a big deal when "Ma Bell" introduced the Princess phone (pink and portable) and phones with push buttons instead of rotary dials.
Panasonic was one of the first companies to sell transistor radios to the mass market. Reception was poor and the audio sucked.
My mom's Plymouth Suburban station wagon, circa 1959, had a push-button transmission
Running shoes hadn't been invented when I was a kid. Everybody wore sneakers.
I licked way too many S&H green stamps.
And families who could afford them had encyclopedias.
|by Anonymous||reply 240||Last Monday at 8:24 PM|
I learned to drive in a 1964 Plymouth Fury with a push button automatic. It had a 424 cu. in. engine that idled down a level street at 20 mph.
|by Anonymous||reply 241||Last Monday at 8:35 PM|
It sounds like some of you were born in 1920.
|by Anonymous||reply 242||Last Monday at 8:42 PM|
More like 1945 - 60 R242 — and when you get older you’ll suddenly realize that 25 or 30 years isn’t really all that much time.
|by Anonymous||reply 243||Last Monday at 8:46 PM|
I'm an eldergay myself. But some of these sound like suburban life in the early 20th century. Straight out of 'Knoxville, Summer of 1915.'
|by Anonymous||reply 244||Last Monday at 8:53 PM|
I can relate to most of it. I grew up in the 60s and 70s. It’s a world away from today, so much has been introduced since then.
Yet our grandparents marveled at what was introduced in the 60s and 70s.
|by Anonymous||reply 245||Last Monday at 11:04 PM|
We had penpals. Mine lived in England and we would write letters to each other once a month and we'd share our teen magazines. I never heard of Cliff Richards until I saw pics of him in one of the magazines and fell in love. I think I was 13.
|by Anonymous||reply 246||Last Tuesday at 4:52 AM|
I remember in Junior high school in the spring of 1978 when Pop Rocks and Space Dust were all the rage and I begged this kid to give me some of his Space Dust because both were in short supply.
|by Anonymous||reply 247||Last Tuesday at 5:04 AM|
Some department stores and specialty shops had lay -away-plans. The store held your selected garment until weekly payments were completed. I remember going with my mother to make a payment on a dress she had "laid away". The money was put in a glass or plastic sort of tube sent by the salesclerk to the office in a sort of vacuum chute. You watched it disappear. Loved that.
|by Anonymous||reply 248||Last Tuesday at 5:38 AM|
R248 I worked in an 8-story office building that sent mail through those vacuum chutes. There were a number of chutes, depending on the mail's destination. It all seemed very space age-y at the time.
|by Anonymous||reply 249||Last Tuesday at 5:55 AM|
I think drive-through banking was similar?
|by Anonymous||reply 250||Last Tuesday at 5:57 AM|
I remember the opening of the first public television station in my community. It was so extremely different from network TeeVee that, even as a kid, I did not think this new idea would ever catch on. It was DRY.
|by Anonymous||reply 252||Last Tuesday at 6:24 AM|
R249. They are very cool but the technology is actually Victorian.
|by Anonymous||reply 253||Last Tuesday at 6:50 AM|
I remember when the first ATMs started showing up. They had a glass panel that would protect it from the elements and vandals and raised up into the panel only after you inserted your card.
In contrast, I remember public phone booths where you could make a local 5 minute call for about 25 cents if you could sand the smell of piss that long. The phones were NEVER cleaned by anyone. They were so gross greasy and smelly you needed to pick the handset up with salad tongs to avoid catching something.
Those were the days.
|by Anonymous||reply 254||Last Wednesday at 3:54 AM|
R 254- Chemical Bank was the FIRST bank in the USA to have Automated Bank Tellers- in 1969.
|by Anonymous||reply 255||Last Wednesday at 3:57 AM|
[quote] The TV Station ending its broadcast around 2 or 3 am with the National Anthem, then snow on the screen.
God, I remember this as a child. It always made me feel slightly melancholy. It was a reminder that the whole world was asleep except for you.
|by Anonymous||reply 256||Last Wednesday at 4:13 AM|
R256-What were you doing up so late at 8 years old?
|by Anonymous||reply 257||Last Wednesday at 4:18 AM|
R257 I was always a night owl. Sometimes I would manage to fall asleep at a normal hour (8-9 pm) and still wake up around 12 or 1 am, when everyone else was fast asleep.
|by Anonymous||reply 258||Last Wednesday at 4:21 AM|
My brothers and I were early risers, and we’d turn on the TV and watch the test pattern until programming resumed, at 6 a.m. I think. This would have been around 1960.
|by Anonymous||reply 259||Last Wednesday at 4:34 AM|
The cloying, saccharine yet still terrifying "Davey and Goliath" was often the first program on after the test pattern.
|by Anonymous||reply 261||Last Wednesday at 8:10 AM|
"Davey and Goliath" I had forgotten.
|by Anonymous||reply 262||Last Wednesday at 9:08 AM|
[quote] A few girls would make a necklace out of pull tabs.
And some would do so much more.
|by Anonymous||reply 263||Last Wednesday at 9:12 AM|
R261-Davey and Goliath was DREARY as was the theme music, even worse was Underdog. That show exhibited an underlying depression.
|by Anonymous||reply 264||Last Wednesday at 9:19 AM|
The theme music is a very famous hymn! A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR GOD. All I can recall of the series is Goliath's signature line: Aw, Gee, Davey!
I liked the Underdog theme song!
|by Anonymous||reply 265||Last Wednesday at 11:20 AM|
I watched religiously until someone yelled : "somethin' somethin' somethin'........after you RAPED Alison!!!" and my mother immediately ordered us outside to play in the garden. Never saw another episode. To this day I have a thing for Mia.
|by Anonymous||reply 266||Last Wednesday at 12:06 PM|
I used to watch "Pete and Gladys." Oh, yes, I did.
|by Anonymous||reply 267||Last Wednesday at 2:49 PM|
Let's just say I've been to me.
|by Anonymous||reply 268||Last Wednesday at 3:46 PM|
After the test pattern in the early 60s, we watched Atom Ant, Secret Squirrel, Underdog and Top Cat. I'd pull out a box of cereal and eat it straight from the box while watching.
|by Anonymous||reply 269||Last Wednesday at 4:30 PM|
I have always been an early riser. In our TV market (Cleveland), stations signed on at 5:45 AM. When I was a (little) kid, the only cartoons on TV at 6 or 7 AM were Casper the Friendly Ghost, Popeye, and Loony Tunes. I remember thinking that Casper was like me – a misunderstood outsider. Popeye sucked, especially the Bluto/Brutus character. We used to call our third grade teacher "Sea Hag."
|by Anonymous||reply 270||Last Wednesday at 4:55 PM|
Did everywhere have a Bozo the Clown? I think it was like a franchise a station could buy.
Clowns were more popular then.
|by Anonymous||reply 271||Last Wednesday at 4:59 PM|
R271- I LOVED The Bozo The Clown Show- I asked my mother to call the tv station to see if I could be in the audience. It was not possible because the show was taped in California and we lived in a suburb of NYC. I didn't give a shit about BOZO I just wanted a chance to win some of the FABULOUS prizes some of the kids won on the show.
My brother and I did receive tickets to Wonderama in 1977 but the tickets were sent to our old address ( we had just moved- about a year earlier) and by the time we received them it was too late. Yo had to order the tickets a year in advance to be able to appear on the show.
|by Anonymous||reply 272||Last Wednesday at 5:09 PM|
My dad was the attorney for Bozo in Boston in the early 60s.
Officer Joe McCarthy hosted cartoons on ch. 11 in New York; I believe their was a rival cop on ch 9? Only learned recently Caspar was a boy who froze to death - talk about a downer! I had a crush on Tin Tin's Captain Haddock!
|by Anonymous||reply 273||Last Wednesday at 5:13 PM|
Boston had its own Bozo. His name was Frank Avruch and after the Bozo gig died, he was the “Classic Movie” host in a tux.
When I was a kid I thought he was the only one.
Also, listening to my grandmother’s 78 of Merv Griffin singing “I’ve Got A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts” on the record player over and over to try and figure out what it meant at age 6 or so. He was a band singer before he had a talk show, Eva, the Beverly Hilton, and Ryan.
|by Anonymous||reply 274||Last Wednesday at 5:17 PM|
When I was 7 years old in the early 1970's I would watch old episodes of Lassie ( the version from the early 1960's with the cute blond kid John Provost. I had a major crush/attraction for him but I knew even then that I was watching an old show and that little boy was all grown up. It made me a bit wistful even in 1972.
|by Anonymous||reply 275||Last Wednesday at 5:27 PM|
R59- Around 1974 I was in Little League. I wasn't a stereotypical gay boy but I wasn't into playing sports either. It was kind of exciting going to see the Mets play at Shea Stadium not because I gave a shit about baseball but because the manager of our team - he drove a late model Oldsmobile Custom Cruiser station wagon- and I LOVED Big American Station wagons- he drove me and some of the other kids to the stadium in his big beautiful car.
|by Anonymous||reply 276||Last Wednesday at 6:00 PM|
I watched Davey and Goliath because it was the only thing on but I HATED it.
|by Anonymous||reply 277||Last Wednesday at 6:18 PM|
I remember Davey and Goliath being shown early in the morning on Sunday . I kind of liked it even though I was a Jewish kid watching a Protestant show.
|by Anonymous||reply 278||Last Wednesday at 6:21 PM|
Sunday mornings at our house were Davey and Goliath, from our Lutheran friends, followed by Flipper, then Gentle Ben, starring creepy Clint Howard.
|by Anonymous||reply 279||Last Wednesday at 8:37 PM|
[quote]Davey and Goliath was DREARY as was the theme music, even worse was Underdog.
I loved Davy and Goliath come on, the dog was cute and Under dog? How could you hat that? Code for gays in straight society. Same kind of secretive life with super powers and alwasy helping the little guy. Not wasted on stupid blond big titted woman trapped is some 50 shades of gray fantasy by some crazy Joker.
|by Anonymous||reply 281||Last Thursday at 1:52 AM|
Gumy and Pokey damn it! Claymation at it's most basic
|by Anonymous||reply 282||Last Thursday at 1:55 AM|
I'm old enough that I watched "Penelope Pitstop" and "Rocket Robin Hood."
|by Anonymous||reply 283||Last Thursday at 3:49 AM|
In 1975 my FAVORITE tv show was Land Of The Lost.
|by Anonymous||reply 284||Last Thursday at 4:35 AM|
Speaking of Dave’s & Goliath, did you ever watch Adult Swim’s “Moral Orel?” It was an excellent satire of the show, with the writer’s showing you various hypocrisies and repressed rage that Morel never quite got, but we the audience did. For example, his father was a man trapped in his job, and his obligations to his family, the church, etc. It turns out he had strong homosexual longings for the gym coach in town that he numbed by being a functional alcoholic. Definitely not for kids!
|by Anonymous||reply 286||Last Thursday at 5:28 AM|
^^ Davey, not Dave’s. Fucking autocorrect.
|by Anonymous||reply 287||Last Thursday at 5:29 AM|