Yep, that's me too. They missed one, our 3 party phone line. Our ring was 2 rings.
How about if your city was so small all you had to dial to get someone's # was. 3 digits. Oh and by the way does anyone know what the crank was on old phones.it was a small generator to power up your phone and light up the operator's cardboard.
DougS
Loc: Central Arkansas
Lucasdv123 wrote:
How about if your city was so small all you had to dial to get someone's # was. 3 digits. Oh and by the way does anyone know what the crank was on old phones.it was a small generator to power up your phone and light up the operator's cardboard.
Wow! Those buggers sure could put out the electrical JUICE! Have you held one while someone else turned the crank?!!! OUCH!!! Some people (illegally) would use them to stun fish, for some 'easy' fishing...
There's still a much of us out there.
Never got the mud cakes. Only `1 bite.....................................
I remember playing steal the bacon.
I remember playing Johnnie On The Pony.
I remember playing Skellie.
I remember my Mom and Dad buying Hardy Boys Mystery stories.
If you wanted to know where all the neighborhood kids were, you rode around and looked where everyone’s bicycle is on the front lawn.
My kids look at me and think I’ve lost my mind.
I may have but those years as a kid were great and a lot of fun.
Scruples wrote:
I remember playing steal the bacon.
I remember playing Johnnie On The Pony.
I remember playing Skellie.
I remember my Mom and Dad buying Hardy Boys Mystery stories.
If you wanted to know where all the neighborhood kids were, you rode around and looked where everyone’s bicycle is on the front lawn.
My kids look at me and think I’ve lost my mind.
I may have but those years as a kid were great and a lot of fun.
I remember reading ALL the Hardy Boys mysteries.
Boy, does that bring back memories. Reading by flashlight under the covers, sneaking out on the roof outside my bedroom window to have a smoke. And all the other stuff. Nothing really bad but just mischeous.
Oh, and don't forget: the threat of nuclear war hanging over our heads. That was fun. The Cuban missle crisis in '62.
Oh, and don't forget: the threat of nuclear war hanging over our heads. That was fun. The Cuban missle crisis in '62.
suterjo wrote:
Boy, does that bring back memories…….Nothing really bad but just mischeous.
I remember being a sophomore at James Madison High School (Brooklyn) and I started growing Marijuana in my father’s backyard. I came home from school to find that the backyard was mowed. I asked my dad what did he do? He replied, “I was born at night not last night. I’m not going to jail for your pot!” And so my career as a botanist was cut short.
A friend also grew pot in the backyard too. He would tell me how he talked to his plants. I think his mother replaced them with cherry tomatoes. He told me how surprised that he was when his marijuana was growing tomatoes! Yes we got into mischief nothing serious just good times.
How about watching soft porn on 16 mm with no voice.
My childhood to a tee.....
DirtFarmer
Loc: Escaped from the NYC area, back to MA
In the '40s and probably early '50s, small bottle deposit was $0.02, large (maybe quart or so) $0.05. They didn't have plastic bottles back then. The deposit went from $0.02 to $0.05 sometime maybe in the late '50s or early '60s if my memory is right (questionable). The small coke bottles in the '40s were 7 oz, not the 12-16 oz you see today. They were kept in a water-filled cooler with a bottle cap opener attached to the front. And back in the '40s, $0.02 was a significant sum to encourage returning the bottles. Today, $0.05 is probably marginal as an incentive. Will they be jacked up to $0.10 soon? or even $0.25? Inflation.
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