Friday, November 23, 2012

Fwd: Fw: Funny! I Don't Remember Getting Old! - rejackh@gmail.com - Gmail

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HOPE  EVERY ONE ENJOYS THIS........

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From: Harold Roland <golfer_harold@yahoo.com>
Date: Wed, Nov 21, 2012 at 10:58 AM
Subject: Fw: Funny! I Don't Remember Getting Old!
To: Harold Roland <golfer_harold@yahoo.com>



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how true is this????  
 
 
 

THOUGHT YOU MIGHT ENJOY THIS: 'Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?'
'We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,' I informed him.
'All the food was slow.'

'C'mon, seriously.  Where did you eat?'
 
'It was a place called '
at home,'' 
I explained!
'Mom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.'

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.  But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it:
 
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, never wore Levis, never set foot on a golf course, never traveled out of the country or had a credit card.  In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card.  The card was good only at Sears & Robuck.  Or maybe it was Sears & Roebuck.  Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore.  Maybe he died.

My parents never drove me to soccer practice.  This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer.  I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow) since I was pedalling.
We didn't have a television in our house until I was 10 years old.  It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. with a flag waving and the pledge of allegience.  And
 there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people.

I was 15 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called 'pizza pie.' When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too.  It's still the best pizza I ever had.

I never had a telephone in my room.  The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line.  Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.

  
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers. My brother delivered a newspaper, 7 days a week.  It cost 5 cents a paper, of which he got to keep 2 cents.  He had to get up at 6AM every morning.  On Saturday, he had to collect from his customers. His favorite customers were the ones who gave him 50 cents and told him to keep the change.  His least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.  (This I actually experienced as I delivered for my brother when he was ill, while I was on my 50 lb Schwin bike.) 
Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut.  At least, they did in the movies.  There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren.  Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.


Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?

  
MEMORIES from a friend:
  
My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle.  In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it.  I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea.  She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something.  I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to 'sprinkle' clothes with because we didn't have steam irons.  Man, I am old. 
How many do you remember?

  
Head lights dimmer switches on the floor. 
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
 
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
 
Real ice in fridge boxes.
 
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
 
Soldering (hair curling rods too) irons you heat on a gas burner.
 
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.

Older Than Dirt Quiz:
 
Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about.
 

Ratings at the bottom.
 
 
  
1 Blackjack chewing gum(still sold!) 
2.Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
 
3. Candy cigarettes
 
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
 
5. Coffee shops or diners with tableside juke boxes 

6 . Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
 

7 Party lines on the telephone
 

8 Newsreels before the movie
 

9. P.F. Flyers
 

10. Butch wax
 

11. TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning.  (there were only 3 channels [
if you were fortunate]). 

12. Peashooters
 

13. Howdy Doody 


14. 45 RPM records
 

15. S&H green stamps
 

16. Hi-Fi's
 (I still own one!)
 

17. Metal ice trays with lever
 

18. Mimeograph paper
 

19. Blue flashbulb
 

20. Packard's
 

21. Roller skate keys
 

22. Cork popguns
 

23. Drive-ins
  (we still have one)
 

24. Studebakers
 

25. Wash tub wringers
 (we still own one)

If you remembered 0-5, You're still young...
 


If you remembered 6-10, You're getting older...
 


If you remembered 11-15, Don't tell anyone your age,
 (you are over half a century). 

If you remembered 16-25, You' re older than dirt!


As you can well guess, I remembered them all, making me older than dirt.  But those memories are some of the best parts of my life.


Don't forget to pass this along!!
Especially to all your really 
OLD friends....
 
  
Funny, I don't remember getting old...

  

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