Winding up the 78rpm phonograph and replacing the steel needle with bamboo for HiFi… going to the wooden box phone on the wall, cranking for the operator! Asking for 3-digit number; operator telling you that Mary was over at Mabel’s… want to ring there?

I was 2 months old when the attack on Pearl Harbor happened!

Anyone here over 85?

We said the Pledge of Allegiance and a prayer every morning in public school before class began.

Outdoor fun:
Marbles, Jacks, Kick the Can, Dirtballs --nothing electronic

Knowing what a party line was, and how it was used

Remembering the nearby McDonalds with a neon sign proclaiming "1,000,000 sold"

Holding left hand to the ear, drawing circles in the air with index finger of the right, to silently say, "Call me"

Having to learn what Zip Code was assigned to your town when they came out

Enjoying (and surviving) backyard Jarts competitions

Playing with the neighborhood kids for hours with no adults in sight

Cars with pushbuttons on the dash to change gears

67-69 Z28s had a 302 cid V8. SSCA Trans Am rules didn’t allow more than 305 cubic inch’s. So the 302 was Chevys solution.

My cars in the shop for a new clutch

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Originally posted by tleddy:

Anyone here over 85?

89 here, four months short of 90.

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Originally posted by SW_Sig:

We said the Pledge of Allegiance and a prayer every morning in public school before class began.

Who remembers when the Pledge was changed?

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Originally posted by V-Tail:
Who remembers when the Pledge was changed?

I had to check to be sure, but I remembered correctly.

Being 4 years old, I wasn't aware at the time, but learned of it later.

Memorized phone numbers. At any one time I could repeat at least 7 phone numbers. Still know my childhood home phone number. 790-7606.

I shoot a 1911.

Spent a lot of nights irrigating the fields listening to KOMA. Local stations didn't play rock so once the sun went down we could tune in to KOMA.

When I was young there was no TV, at least not in the UP of Michigan. I also said that if a pack of smokes ever went to 50 cents I was going to quit.
Rod

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Originally posted by tleddy:

Anyone here over 85?

86 here, for 5 more months

I was at a 9/11 memorial event last night, and struck up a conversation with a couple patrol guys from my old agency.
Was telling them about the all hands callout we had, loading up transport vans and heading to Weehawken to board the passenger ferry to Manhattan, only to be turned around and marshalled at the NJ Meadowlands, waiting for the call for help that never came...

One of them said, "yeah, I was born a month after that."

Thanks, junior.

My birth year is in my user name, so I’m not nearly as old as some of y’all. However:

We used to argue over the privilege of riding on the package tray in the rear window of the family sedan.

We also had a party line well into my teen years. We also had a snoopy neighbor across the road who regularly gave themselves away with an occasional heavy breath.

I just had a discussion with a (much) younger friend who is a carpenter. He couldn’t believe that we used to drive all of our fasteners by hand when I was (much) younger and working the same job. His eyes got big and he shook his head when I told him we still had to make some of the cuts with a hand saw.

I visited Graceland when Elvis was still alive.
*I was just a little kid but I do remember it.

I’ve driven and tuned dual point distributor cars and motorcycles. I carried a Monkeys lunchbox to school it had a glass vacuum bottle for my milk. The Amazing Mr. Limpet was the new release at the theater. Had a slick on my bicycle. 4 of us kids would ride in the back of a truck to go buck bales.

Back in my day we could watch coal being delivered for basement furnaces, carts hauling block ice fir residential delivery, and milk in glass bottles with cream floating on top delivrted to the front door.

Cadence in Army Basic Training was mostly about killing commies and a stuff that would definitely have you standing in front of HR these days.

Oh, and we drank water out of a lister bag