There used to be a firework that looked like a large firecracker but was a ground hugging missile that screamed when you lit it. It was called: The "N" word Chaser.

real banana splits; scoop of chocolate, vanilla, strawberry on a sliced banana, topped with fudge, strawberry preserves, and pineapple, whipped cream, nuts, cherry on top.

Except in a few specialized applications like musical instrument amplifiers, vacuum tubes. There used to be tube testing machines in the grocery store as well.

Bandaid packages with the little red thread on one side to help you open them.

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Bandaid packages with the little red thread on one side to help you open them.

And they came in a metal tin with a hinged lid.

Damn. I would pay anything to have those band aids backs. Opening up a band aid now is a PITA. You just start ripping and hope you end up with something.

Kids where the remote control. My dad would tell us, kids, to change the channel and we would get up and turn the knob. Oh and always turn it slowly.

^^^

Yeah, cuz 3 channels VHF, if you were not careful, you might miss the next one!

And the old, "dad on the roof" twisting the antenna, and someone standing next to the open window looking at the TV and yelling "RIGHT THERE!!!" and all is good, until "dad" let go of the antenna mast, and "his reception" was lost, and you were right back to the "snowstorm".

Or "Rabbit ears" and foil flaps... (that didn't do squat).

And never, ever, touch the thermostat!!!

Fuses blowing, going down to the basement or outside "closet" to swap the screw in fuses.

Party lines, telephone exchanges using "Apha prefixes".
My grandparents in Wichita was "MUrray" (MU5-xxxx).

Balsa wood "gliders" and rubber band prop balsa planes.
Waxed lips.
Checking soda machines, and phone phones in the phone booth for coins. (sometimes if you hit the coin return somewhat aggressively, you were rewarded with a nice "payoff".

Walking along the road and looking for pop bottles to take to the store for "candy cash".

Sneaking into stores in the summer to get a little cool off from the air conditioning.

"Laundry Day" (usually on a Sunday afternoon) at the laundromat. (One of the things I hated...)

Cars with curb feelers, and the sound they made when folks parked.

"Street Sweepers" and as kids, we would sit right up next to the curb, and get sprayed and the "wind" from the brush wheels".

Riding in the car and doing the "arm pull" to get the truckers to blow the horn.

Open windows in the summer and hearing the frogs, the crickets and, "Oh G-d! not the locust!!!(actually, Cicadas) "Beeeeezzzzuuuuurrrrrr....Beeeeezzzzuuuuurrrrrr.....Beeeeezzzzuuuuurrrrrr.....

Hearing the IceCream Truck, hoping you could get a few coins and catch the truck. (My sister and I usually got to spit the twin Popsicle. Orange. Since both of us liked that. Grape, if she would let me choose, and Cherry, if I let her have her choice.

Funny how 60 years will go by like a flash...

(Yeah, that whole "curse/blessing" if "total recall" kicks like a mule, sometimes)

But, damn, it was good to be a kid in "real America". And I wonder, how my parents and grandparents must, have missed their experiences.

LSMFT

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LSMFT

Does that mean Lucky Strike makes fine tobacco, or Loose Straps mean floppy tits?

American made bicycles.

I still have my Supergoose made by Mongoose and my Trek that was "Hand Built in the USA".

Boy Scouts of America

In mid MI, a subscription channel called IT. They would air porn late at night. Me and my bud would watch the scrambled screen and once in a while catch a glimpse of a boob. Good times

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Originally posted by Johnny 3eagles:
LSMFT

Does that mean Lucky Strike makes fine tobacco, or Loose Straps mean floppy tits?

“Lucky Strike, no strikes back!” Step on an empty Lucky Strike wrapper and you get to punch your friend on the arm. You have to remember to “wipe it off” though, or he gets to punch you back.

Clothing fads. Pin-stripped shirts with a “fruit loop” below the yoke on the back of the shirt. Madras shirts. Rough-out cowboy boots (maybe that was just a western US thing).

The flat piece of chrome trim on ‘57 Bel Air hardtops that flipped up when the door opened, and snapped down when it closed.

Saturday morning television.

American Bandstand. “Tony Delmonica, 17. I give it a 78. It had a good beat, but I didn’t like the singing very much”

Street racing. Which reminds me of lousy Muncie transmission shift linkage. Chrome wheels, sometimes “Moon Equipped.” Goodyear Polyglass tires. Micky Thompson street slicks, if you were serious about it.

Mentioned whistling as a pastime while people worked (my Dad did anyway).

Here is a sample of some quality/skill -

Kay Kyser and his Orchestra “Who wouldn’t love you” (1942)

If someone can do a direct ‘tube link to it, I would appreciate it.
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Kay Kyser and his Orchestra “Who wouldn’t love you” (1942)

Mosquito trucks spraying the neighborhood, and kids (like me) running behind in the cloud of DDT or whatever it was.

Metal bumpers on cars.

Antennas on cars - good non-lethal weapon in a pinch.

Kkina - Thank you. For me that was a special favor.

The whistling was like going someplace and smelling something that was lost from your past - the sudden smell takes you back to that time and place.

This took me back to being a kid and working side by side with my Dad.

Woolworth's food counter
Real prizes in cracker jacks
Playing outside from dawn to dusk
Picking fruit from anyone's tree around the neighborhood

Three on the tree.