OT - You know you're old when.....

Don S.

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You can remember Truman. You're doctor is younger than your children. You've been married 50 years. You remember party lines & three stations on tv.

Anyone got any more?
 
When your little black book contains names of your doctors, you sit in a rocking chair and can't make it go , and you get winded playing checkers.
 
You know you're old when you go to sales and listen to the men stand around and wonder outloud what this or that is and you wish there were some old timers around that knew. Then you realize, We ARE the Oldtimers!
 
24¢ gas and 18¢ heating oil

Pack of Camel non filter for 23¢
box of 22 shells for 32¢

Having three bucks in yer wallet and go on a nice date to the drive in .
 
George Jones and Gene Pitney being excited when they had "Five dollars and it's saturday night". Along they had on radio in '65. LOL

Areo
 
Good old Harry S., $.14 gas, dime hamburgers and Saturday matinees, no TV stations, lots of good radio shows that would expand your imagination.
'Coal oil' lamps, Mom doing laundry on a washboard, wood cook and heating stoves, Sunday fried chicken and of course Monday beans and cornbread.
How did we manage?
 
When you take the 64 Chevolet hardtop on vacation and the gas tank gets down to a quarter, it won"t even hold four dollars.
When the neighbor helps your dad and his F-12 or 14 had knobs on the tires for lugs.
When you help your dad take the high wooden spoke wheels off the box wagon and put car front axles and tires under it. Roll the wooden wheels over against a tree and let them rot away.
 
I have bought Ethel (remember what that was) for .25 a gal and I pumped a lot after school at .32 a gal, cigarettes were .25 a pack.
 
When I was a kid and gas was 13cents during a Gas War. Driving the gravel roads at age 11 to follow a tractor to another farm. A little later in life you could pack the tank of a 67 Firebird 400 with 102 Octane for $6.00.

Oh to bring back those days PLEASE !
 
I churned butter on saturday mornings and sometimes cranked the cream separator , though dad told me I cranked it too fast! Not many 'young' 60-year-olds can claim that in this neck of the woods.

The party line was always tied up by two ladies. Had to break in and tell them to hang up so we could make a call. Our camera was a Kodak Brownie and a roll of film lasted a year. Jim
 
Come to think of it, I barely remember dad planting with check wire. SC Case pulling a Deere 490 planter. I only remember it in one field. I was planting that field today and the memory of that time came to me. Jim
 
!7.9 gas 20cent cigs. hamburger coke and chips at local resturant for a quarter. Crank telephone to call some one not on your line had to call the operater. ringer washing machines.
 

You get a flat and start looking for the tire pump and the hot patch kit. Run over the tire to break bead and pull out the tube. Re: first car 1960. Was a ford 54 with port a walls. Also when policemen look like little kids in halloween costumes. Dave
 
Remember steam engines on the rails? As a kid, I lived one mile from the Rock Island track in central Oklahoma (the highest point between Chicago and the Gulf). Many times I would hear the old steamers get bogged down.... actually they would spin out.... and they would have to send another engine out from town to get the train over the hump. Rock Island had a big shop in El Reno. Ah, the good old days..... but not always that good.
 
Picking cotton by hand, "immigrant" farm workers just came for the summer to make money then went back home to Mexico, phone numbers started with letters. Ours was MA2-1914. Pickups with loaded guns in rear window racks parked in town with the windows left rolled down, never locking cars or the house, propane refrigerators due to no electricty, flat tops and butch wax!, 5 cent Cokes, getting paddled at school and then again once home, buy guns, ammo, even dynamite at local hardware store with no paperwork....times sure have changed.
 
I was born in 1950, so while I don't remember Harry, I'm close.

The part we all conveniently forget is that 14¢ gas was paid for out of a $40/week job.
 
to gun guru,..yes you could walk into the local hardware and buy dynomite, was doing it at 17 years old,....allthough the owner was a friend of the old man..could not imagine what the world would be like if you could do that today, they'd blow up a 7-eleven every day
 
Yep,. born in 47 and can remember alot of those prices. But, I can also remember being paid 4.00 a day for working, no not just being there, but really working as hard as the grown ups did loading those 100+ pound wire tie bales. Then the farmer would try to cut your pay cause you didn't give 100% all day. Guess we gotta have a little of the bad along with the good, that's what makes us want better. Just my thoughts, keith
 
Yup, you could by blasting supplies at the hardware. The catch was you had to buy a blasting permit too and that required you be "...a person of good moral character..." and 25 cents!
 
yep ,Dad and uncles had it around all the time. Hardware store or lumber yard . Ti was pretty usefull tool back then . Ditching, blasting big rocks or stumps . well digging . opening frozen gravel pit. Halloween joke ,dad put 13 sticks in guys outhouse ,lol. Fishing ,gopher killing . on and on
 
You're old when you have driven a vehicle with knobby tires on it or maybe even just know what they are.

You're old when only single speed bicycles were available during your youth.

You're old when your family was pre-REA, i.e. Rural Electrification Association. We had a 32 volt system fed from glass cased batteries which were charged via a Delco-Remy "Light plant".

Others for me, I remember Truman speaking during the 1952 (Eisenhower) presidential campaign.

We had bare galvanized wire strung on insulators on posts for the local crank telephone system, which wasn't replaced until about 1964 with dial phones. You were responsible for maintaining the line that ran beside your property.

Outhouse served our needs until a modern bathroom addition was built onto the house when I was in 1st grade (born in 1947).

You're old if your farm truck had a blower on it rather than a bed hoist.

Water pumped by wind rather than electricity.

One TV station during fair weather--our area never could receive the aforementioned three stations.

You're old when you remember small freight items being shipped to the local railroad depot where they awaited your arrival. For us that meant a 60 pound can of honey each year, a crate of oranges from relatives in California each Christmas, etc.
Messages were still being telegraphed rather than sent via radio.

I still remember a ride via a regularly scheduled steam passenger train just before the switch was made to diesel service.

Enjoyed waving to steam locomotive engineers and firemen and other crewmen as well as hobos and bums as the trains traveled by our place.

In addition to waving to train crew we learned how to message them about "hot boxes", i.e. overheated wheel bearing journals. You hold your nose to indicate such---you either pat your head to show it is toward the front of the train, your stomach to show it is nearer the middle, or you butt to tell it is closer to the end of the train. They appreciated the information and would actually stop the train to check after seeing your message. Thus you didn't give it unless you were positive about it.

You're old if you remember unpaved state roadways.

You're old if you remember when Sputnik achieved orbit, when Alaska and Hawaii became states and the star field of our flag was changed.

Gosh, guess I'm just old. Still, I expect to live another 30 years.
 
I was born in '39 so I've spotty memory of the war and Roosevelt. In the forties I can remember Dad working threshing and hay for $.65 and then milking six cows morning and evening. In the fifties farm wages were bumped to $.75. My first job was driving tractors for bundle wagons at half-man wage of $.40. The job I had when I left to visit Uncle Sam in '62 was a $1.00 and by then gas was $.20.
In fact when I came back in '66 and hired on with AT&T I started at $2.09, top scale was $2.75.
 
shoot,,the folks who know that stuff are youngsters!you know your old when you can tell the difference between a right and left handed mule!lol
 
you could go to the store with a whole qwarter, get a coke, a box of cracker jacks and some change back, rode the drawbar of a tractor with dad and grandpa countless times, rode your bike everywhere without the "short bus helmet" rode to town regulerly in the back of a pickup cause that was your " spot" drank water out of the hose, and lived to tell about it, spent sunday afternoons with a box of .22's and a single shot rifle for entertainment, and hit what you aimed at didnt kill anything you didnt intend to eat, left the tractor in the field overnite with no worries
 
But you worked 4 hours to get the 6 bucks. Really not so much different now, the numbers are just bigger.
 
Hardware store had a bank of wood bins and drawers that went all the way to the ceiling, with a ladder on a track in front of it. Store owner's cute daughter worked there, and I remember hoping that what I wanted was near the top!

It had a huge round woodstove to heat the place- over 7 feet tall! Happy to say its now the centerpiece of an old-timey bar/pool hall about a half block down the street.
 
You know you are old when school textbooks were owned by the student/family rather than being provided or rented.

A family or two or three would trade back and forth as the age of the kids allowed it. Such as my family and cousins. Verna was the oldest so got a new book if a used one wasn't available at the store. It was then passed to Bruce, Gary, Scott, Pete, and myself and then either sold as a used book to someone else or sold to the store that dealt with new and used texts.

Updated textbooks weren't brought into the schools very often so used sufficed.
 
Hey there;
I was born on 1/29/33, guess it goes unsaid
I'm OLD. Remember $.01 postcards, letters were $.03, I remember pumping gas for $.10 a gal. Mom and me grew, picked & sorted, and sold (door to door) homegrown strawberries, and other fruit and produce, got paid nutin, but sure ate good, early dandelion, raw in salad and cooked/w beans. My "first" job was at neighbors farm, I was 12 yrs old, EARNED $12.00 a week.
Yea I guess I'm OLD !!!
Bob
God Bless
 
I can remember when (I'm 68 years old) , if you lived in town, school bus service was not available, you either walked or caught a ride. If, you wanted to do some hunting on the way, you didn't go back home to leave your weapon, what you did was carry it to school, lean it against the wall (after unloading it) behind the teacher's desk until school was dismissed for the day. If you didn't carry a pocket knife with you every where you went you were almost considered undressed. The driving age, in South Carolina where I lived, was fourteen; thirteen for a learner's permit. I purchased my first car, a 1950 Ford, in 1957 I can easily remember when Truman was President, and when Kennedy was assassinated. One of my favorate pastimes was sitting besides the railroad watching the trains, being pulled by a steam locomotive, go by (when the railroad switched over to diesel I lost interest). Television was black & white, one very fuzzy channel originating from Greenville SC (I lived in Abbeville). Even so, television was considered a real luxury. Most households had only one motor vehicle, which was a passenger car. Pickups were for farmers. Heaters in motor vehicles were an extra cost option, A/C almost unheard of, even though available on high end brands (Cadillac, Lincoln, etc), but usually not installed. Medical insurance was not available except for really serious procedures (Major Medical). Doctors made house calls, and so did the milk man. I could go on and on, but I've things to do.

Charles Hinton
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I remember the saying "Television is just around the corner." Haircuts were $.75, gas was 18 cents. I remember a lot of things that happened before Peal harbor, a few which occurred in 1940. I was seven and finishing the first grade when FDR died. But I really realized I was getting old when, a couple of years ago, my daughter said, 'Dad, you know I'll be eligible to join AARP in a few months." OUCH!
 
You know you are old when you remember the time when a pickup was called a pickup and NEVER called a truck. That was also back when they were a utility vehicle for farm and business use and not a citified car.
 

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