Count me in! Grateful for the memories and continuing good health,
I'm 18 years too young, and not from the US, but I still remember some of those.
When I was a kid, family rules didn't allow the TV to be turned on before 5pm (something that changed when my Dad retired!) so we played outside.
I remember milk deliveries & saw a vehicle on blocks less than 4 hours ago (not from lack of tyres but to stop them getting damaged over the winter)
I've used a hand cranked calculator (at work) & a manual typewriter.
Pouring waste fat into cans is something I still do - not to use it just to stop it blocking our drains!
We had a party line in the house I lived in at 16 - I think it was over 5 years before it was upgraded.
When I was young I only remember 2 radio stations there where a few others just no-one at home ever listened to them till I was well into my teens.
My father fits into your time slot (sadly one those no longer here) but my mother & both in-laws predate it. My youngest uncle being the last of that generation in my family also fit the dates. So I guess I still know one even if I've not seen him for a few years.
1942 for me, I don't remember much of it, I was too young.
Toward the end of the period but remember most of it. And, still upright and breathing.
maxlieberman wrote:
I am of that generation (1941). I grew up in a time of legal racial and religious discrimanation, blatant anti-semitism, and fear of diseases which are all but gone today.
1934 for me and I know the feeling. Shalom
I am glad I am not the only one.
I was born Jan. 22nd, 1943. My Dad was an instrument technician at Wright Field in Dayton, Ohio when the B-17 WWII Bomber was being developed. I remember growing up listening to "swing" music by Benny Goodman, Glen Miller, The Dorsey Brothers", and I still love listening to it. It always reminds me of the Boys flying on another bomb run to "Nazi Germany" while listening to that music on their radios in the B-17s. What a great generation that was. God bless all the Boys that never made it back home.
Yes, I too am glad to be among that 1%. Sadly the 1% is shrinking. Am afraid history will have to be repeated. Not sure the love of country, patriotism, purposeful grit still exists in sufficient quantity.
Smudgey
Loc: Ohio, Calif, Now Arizona
I remember all of that and feel dang lucky to have been born in 1940 and part of that number. I truly feel sorry for the youth of today.⚡️
bonjac
Loc: Santa Ynez, CA 93460
I'm in. August 1941. Cream at the top of the milk bottle. Coal chutes. Margarine with a red dot to mix. Saturday morning radio programs (Big John and Sparky). Afternoon radio: Sargeant Preston of the Yukon, Superman, Green Hornet, Lone Ranger, Sky King. Cold snowy winters meant listening to the radio which made us use our imagination. Wow, what memories. Thanks.
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