Old Enough To Remember?

Zots... wax coke bottles and lips... Farrells Ice Cream parlors... $0.05 for glass bottle returns... Necco wafers... candy necklaces and bracelets... tether ball in school... kick ball in school... dodge ball in school... Clackers... killer lawn darts :rofl1:... lusting after a Honda Mini Trail 50 when you had a B&S minibike... clothespin a card to the rear wheel of your bike... drinking from the lawn hose or spigot... Walter Cronkite You Are There shown at history/social studies at school... Duck and Cover during sirens...
 
Shooting marbles, collecting marbles, no lapbelt/seatbelt or air conditioning in the car.
Moon landing, JFK, Bobby K, MLK...
PF Flyers sneakers, S&H Green Stamps, Plaid stamps (same concept), Sears Wishbook catalog around Christmas, platform shoes (for guys) and big bells (jeans), Matchbox die-cast cars...
That's enough for now... :biggrin:
 
Birth control pills… the single most important culture/life-changing event in the last millennium. Seriously. Revolutionary. Think about it…

I’m enjoying all the posts folks, thanks.

I remember carrying a Red Ryder BB gun while hunting pheasants with both my folks (yeah, Ma was a damn good shot) prior to formal gun training at 11 to get my license (classes taught right in the high school). My very own 20 gage for Christmas that year. I used to walk right through our little Minnesota town openly carrying the family 22cal long rifle enroute to the village dump to plink rats. You could skip school during deer hunting season opening and not get in trouble, heck… it was tacitly condoned/expected. My niece bagged a nice doe at age 12.

And you know what…? You can still do that in my old home town TODAY!

Regards, John
 
Donkey rides at Blackpool beach during wakes week at Butlins. Fish & Chips for Three Bob and a Ha´penny wrapped up in the Times. And my favorite, a bacon and chip buttie from the jolly green giant snack bar at Glasson Dock. Sadly the jolly green giant, a caravan from the late 1940ties, went to the great camping site in the sky only some years back, it has been replaced by a newer one but the chip and bacon butties are the same divine food of the gods.
 

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John OoSTerhuis said:
.............. I used to walk right through our little Minnesota town openly carrying the family 22cal long rifle enroute to the village dump to plink rats.
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I got my first .22 for my 12th birthday.

My neighbour in NDG, Montreal was selling a few guns his dad owned, so I purchased a Remington Gamemaster 30-06 pump from him as well as a 12 gauge shotgun. He lived about 3 houses down the street from us and I, about 18 or 19 at the time, had to carry the 2 guns back to our place, so I thought who's really going to see me if I hurry home carrying two uncased guns in full view. No sooner do I step onto the sidewalk than a police car turns the corner and drives right past me. The cop in the passenger seat looks right at me, our eyes meet, and I think OMG, I'm screwed now, but they just keep on going, never even touched the brakes, off to the next donut shop I guess.
 
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