Yes we got 2 cents on the small bottle, 5 cents on the big bottles, quart size?
How about adjusting the points and the timing on your car where you could stand a nickel on your radiator and it wouldn't fall or adjusting the intake on the air and fuel on your carborator. And for those that drove bikes over stickers and got lots of flat tires we would cut the old bike tire along the top right where the side wall would start and made a belt out of the old tire then we would place that belt inside the new tire between the tire and the tube that way you could ride over stickers and didn't have to worry about a flat.
We would pick up anything on the curb that had copper in it and take it home and pull out the copper.it was 50 cents per pound back in the 60s.we had a small junk yard 2 blocks from our house.aluminum was 10 cents and iron was 1/2 cent.most bikes back then had lots of interchangeable parts so if we found a junked bike we would pick it up and take it apart.we would sell, trade , or use it's parts.
Me to. My camera used film, my watch only told time.
Me to, I was raised “free range” I went out to play, I came back for lunch and dinner. Mother didn’t know where I was most of the time, but she a would always be home to eat. We played baseball or football in empty fields, ride our bikes everywhere. We also cut lawns for our spending money.
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How about adjusting the points and the timing on your car where you could stand a nickel on your radiator and it wouldn't fall or adjusting the intake on the air and fuel on your carborator. And for those that drove bikes over stickers and got lots of flat tires we would cut the old bike tire along the top right where the side wall would start and made a belt out of the old tire then we would place that belt inside the new tire between the tire and the tube that way you could ride over stickers and didn't have to worry about a flat.
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Oh Ya, except we used to call the stickers "goatheads". I grew up in small towns where you were free to run and play almost anywhere in the whole town. It was a safe place where you knew your neighbors and they knew you. Not to long ago I went back to visit a couple of these small towns. How sad, many of the stores had closed and the population had been reduced to almost quarter of what they had been. Yes, those times are gone and I don't believe they will ever return.
I forgot to mention the drive-in movies where you might sneak a couple of your friends in, in the trunk or just have a safe place to make-out with your girlfriend. Most of them are gone too.
My uncle used to talk about a drive in that had a new movie and he had sold out so he grabs the mic and says that there is a very mad guy looking for his woman and he knows she is in the drive in.about 3 minutes later about 15 or 20 cars leave the drive in.
What about… “A generation that believed America was exceptional?”
The USA is still exceptional! Those that don't believe it are the ones that less than exceptional. They are mostly losers that are jealous of how exceptional this country really is. They believe that the USA must be diminished to a state of mediocrity to make themselves feel superior. I don't feel that we have to "Make America Great Again" because it is already great. Up and coming generations MUST be educated to that fact if we are going to survive. Otherwise, this great country is destined to self destruction.
We were not afraid to explore the woods; now we have bears that tear down bird feeders in the yard in daytime. We delivered newspapers before dawn or after dark (seasonal) on bikes or dragged behind a toboggan; now there are coyotes roaming at night. We used to leave our doors unlocked; now we have security that allows us to see inside, outside 24/7 regards of where we are.
I'm 83 and grew up in The Bronx ... thanks for the memories. Punchball, stick ball, skully, jonnyonthe pony, hide and seek, lefty grove, ring-a-levio, hit the penny, put 'n take, off the wall, slug (Chinese Handball). Some of the games may have been local (to the street we lived on); Cruger Ave. "Put 'n Take" for instance, was a sort of card game where the dealer would deal out 5 cards face up to each of the other players. He would then deal out one card at a time face up (let's assume the first card was a deuce) and say "Deuce PUTS one". Any of the other players that had a deuce as one of his 5 cards had to put one trading card into the "Pot". The dealer would then deal another card (assume a seven) and say "Seven PUTS two". Any player with a seven as one of his five cards had to put a two trading cards into the "Pot" (if you had two sevens, he had to PUT in in 4 trading cards). The dealer would continue this for (I think) 10 cards. At this point, all of the trading cards in the Pot belonged to the dealer. That ended the PUT phase. Now began the TAKE. The dealer would continue turning over cards but this time the cards being turned over would represent how many trading cards would be TAKEN from the POT. Any cards left over after going through 10 PUTS and 10 TAKES belonged to the dealer. If the POT ran out of trading cards during the TAKE session, the dealer was responsible for providing his own trading cards. Aaaaah, memories.
I haven't heard anything about marbals and tops.we used to sharpen the points on our
tops and when the aponent was down we would hit his top and break it in half .
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