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...When I was old enough to drive, me and most of my friends, who also lived on ranches, all carried our rifles in our trucks to school. A lot of us had rifle racks to proudly display them, but my dad thought it was just asking for trouble, so I had to case mine behind the seat. Every time one of us got a new rifle, half the class including the teachers would all go out the parking lot to admire our new possession. No one ever even thougth of shooting someone at school, because that would be stupid. Every one also carried a pocket knife...some big, some small, but there were tons of them, and never a stabbing...

I loved this paragraph, and this sentence in particular.

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Do you guys watch "Mad Men" - tv series set in early 60s. GOOD show :)
well no, but I did watch Lassie...

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Oh hell, I watched Lassie before they had Timmy. Remember Jeff? And his pal Porky?

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Do you guys watch "Mad Men" - tv series set in early 60s. GOOD show :)
well no, but I did watch Lassie...
Oh hell, I watched Lassie before they had Timmy. Remember Jeff? And his pal Porky?
nope, but I guess after Timmy and in color was Cory the Forest Ranger

my kids growing up would ask me what were my fav shows as a kid at their ages;

when Nickelodeon started showing reruns of classics: Lassie, Rin Tin Tin, Roy Rogers, Lone Ranger - I recorded them - back then to Beta or VHS

as soon as they would play them to check it out, they said the TV broke as the color "went out"

when I explained they were filmed in black and white, they said the shows were "below them" and never watched the tape(s) again :angry2:

and it comes to mind when I found out that Lassie had a wang up under all that fur, I was very upset and disillusions that they lied to me...and then the next day my friend told me there was no Santa and... :assassin:

 
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Every one also carried a pocket knife...some big, some small, but there were tons of them, and never a stabbing.
I'da been up your ***.

Sincerely,

:jester:

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Fixed. No need to say thanks.
That's a very odd picture of Hot RodZilla! Why isn't there an Armadillo under AJ's left arm?
You just wait 'till I tell Carrie you said she looks like an Armadillo!! :huh:

 
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Older Than Dirt Quiz :
The damn test is RIGGED!

There were only four I didn't personally experience. I didn't just hear about 'em!

I must have been raised in a museum or an antique shop or something.

'cause there's no WAY I'm as old as the rest of you FJR riding Geezers!

 
I still have many of the items mentioned but my favorite by far was the party line. Ours was shared by a rather cranky lady who was ALWAYS on the line. The phones made an audible relay click when you picked up the receiver giving you away to those already on. She'd snarl "ITS BUSY !" before you had a chance to discreetly hang up.

Most people took this as their signal to cut it short and clear the line for at least a few minutes, but she never got it.

One day, after about the tenth try in an hour hoping for an open line I lost it and replied "No **** lady, it's always busy ! ". My Dad, usually deaf as a doornail and standing a few feet away promptly slammed me to the floor with a single smack to my melon. Didn't see that coming.

We were also taught to be polite to adults no matter what kind of aggravation one of them gave you.

 
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When I was about five I broke the windshield of my uncle's '51 Plymouth with my head as I was standing on the passenger seat and he had to hit the brakes.

There were no child seats or seatbelts for that matter. Probably made me the man I am today.

I can remember all those things. I used to love candy cigarettes.

 
Remember the starter button for the car was down by your foot.

My teen age son informed me that I'm "so old I was busing tables at the last supper"

 
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Remember the starter button for the car was down by your foot.
That system eliminated alot of potential electrical gremlins: ignition switch/starter button, starter relay, and starter solenoid. When you pushed on the post on the floor, you mechanically connected the cable from the battery to the starter motor windings -- as simple and basic as it gets.

Well, almost... At about that same time, cars still had holes below the radiator to access a special bolt/nut on the front of the crankshaft that allowed the engine to be started with a hand-crank.

 
I used to have an old Land Rover. It had a crank starter as a back-up. Even though it was A 1973 truck, it looked very old in design. My buddies would always make fun of it.

One night we were out driving around and we stopped to hang out in a parking lot where a bunch of other friends were. After an hour or so we went to leave and the battery was too weak to crank it over. As they all were making fun of me and my old POS truck, I just calmly walked to the back of the truck and retrieved the crank from under the rear seat, then to the front and cranked it up. The look on all their faces was priceless!!!!

 
I used to have an old Land Rover. It had a crank starter as a back-up. Even though it was A 1973 truck, it looked very old in design. My buddies would always make fun of it.One night we were out driving around and we stopped to hang out in a parking lot where a bunch of other friends were. After an hour or so we went to leave and the battery was too weak to crank it over. As they all were making fun of me and my old POS truck, I just calmly walked to the back of the truck and retrieved the crank from under the rear seat, then to the front and cranked it up. The look on all their faces was priceless!!!!
I still miss kick starters on motorcycles, though I can see how it wold be hard to kick start my FJR. WBill

 
Remember the starter button for the car was down by your foot.
My teen age son informed me that I'm "so old I was busing tables at the last supper"

:lol: :lol: :lol: Got a son like that too. I was bragging about the National Parks pass I got last year--gets you into any N.P. for free the rest of your life. I called it a "Golden Age" pass.

Kid says "They should've called it a Bronze Age pass." Punk.

 
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A friend and I were chatting about TVs we had in the families as kids. Of course, TVs "back in the day" had to warm up: you turned it on and waited 2 or 3 minutes for stuff to start happening. They also had clunky rotary tuners: chunk- chunk- chunk- to change channels. Then you had to hit the fine-tuning dial, which was a ring outside the main dial. Then you hit the horizontal and vertical hold knobs as needed. Once the picture was stable and "clear" you hit the brightness and contrast. If you had a color set, you also had color and tint. Sometimes you had to go back to the fine tuning to get the color, too.

It's no wonder you found a channel and stayed there. If you didn't change channels you only had to do all these adjustments every fifteen minutes or so.

My cousin's dad bought a Sylvania set in the mid-60s, color, with REMOTE!!!!!! The remote was a box he kept at his chair, and he hit up or down, and the set would turn its own knob with a motor, and stop on the channels he'd set the little catches for. Of course he still had to get up to do the other stuff, or just deal with whatever came up when it landed on a channel.

I thought that set was The Bomb, because ours was black-and-white, and we had to operate the knob by hand.

Dad had a "hi-fi" set, too. Built it himself. The cabinet, bigger than the TV was, had an AM radio, a speaker, a record player (the kind with the heavy tone arm that could play 72s) and a 10 or 15-watt amplifier. Only needed about 25 vacuum tubes, took 3 or 4 minutes to warm up.

Why am I telling you guys this? Every one of you here grew up with the same stuff, except that upstart kid HotRodZilla.

 
I remember our 1st color tv.

The NHL expanded to 6 teams and my dad couldn't tell them apart anymore on the B&W tv. That's the ONLY reason we got it.

No remote tho......and he never bought a dishwasher.

"what do I need a dishwasher for when I have you 3 kids?"

I did dishes at home right up until he passed. Bugger...*L*

 
Oh boy. How many had to go outside and turn the antenna because the 'old man was to cheap to buy a rotor let alone a color TV.. We didn't have one(color) till '75..

Seriously... I remember going to the grandparents house and actually listening to old tyme music on the wax tubes via Victrola type machine. We and they was kinda poor.

Might be why I enjoy livestock so..

:jester:

 
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We used to wait for the weekend to listen to the radio shows. My dad liked Gunsmoke and Jonny Dollar. We didn't have a TV until somebody gave my dad one and he had to see if he could fix it.

I still drive the 48 Ford coupe he bought new. My wife still won't try to shift it.

 
Some of you guys must have taken computer science in the 70s when the 'mainframe' was as big as a room and you had to use punched cards - in the absolutely correct order - to run the most simple of commands. And you set the pile of cards somewhere and then knocked them onto the floor !? :blink:
I still get a kick from telling kids about this; they just don't believe it. Fortran, the Watfor terminal, the KP029 keypunch. For the punchline I tell them we handed in our stack of cards and then had to come back the next day for the printout to see if we made any mistakes!

 
Remember the starter button for the car was down by your foot.
That system eliminated alot of potential electrical gremlins: ignition switch/starter button, starter relay, and starter solenoid. When you pushed on the post on the floor, you mechanically connected the cable from the battery to the starter motor windings -- as simple and basic as it gets.

Well, almost... At about that same time, cars still had holes below the radiator to access a special bolt/nut on the front of the crankshaft that allowed the engine to be started with a hand-crank.
The "start button" in my first car, a '57 Buick Special, was in the gas pedal. To impress a girl on the first date, I would get her to push the button on the glove box and I'd press the gas pedal at the same time. They thought it was so cool that they helped to start the car! Of course it opened up all kinds of opportunities for a good line...."Start me up, baby!"

 
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