ARtraveler
R.I.P. Dwayne
Thanks for posting the thread. We are sure living in a different world today. Life was so much simpler then.
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PEOPLE OVER 35 SHOULD BE DEAD...
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spydermyke990
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I guess I'm a youngster here, wasn't born till '70. Back in high school we didn't have iPads,iPods, iPhones, and the only cell phones were the size of a lunchbox, required an antennae suction cupped to the back window, and it was just a PHONE. The only apple computer I messed with was the one in study hall, and that had a green/black screen, and the only game on it was lode runner. We didn't sext, text, tweet or even IM, and we sure as hell didn't have AOL or even an Internet. Phones still had a rotary dial, and we even had 8 track tapes! The 3 wheeler I had back then was dangerous, and sex was "safe" . Suv's were blazers, broncos, and ram chargers, and they weren't "soccermom mobiles". You could still get 10 years out of a pickup truck, and camaros, firebirds, and mustangs were the real fast cars. We has bugs bunny, the three stooges, and voltron for the kids, while the grown ups watched knight rider, Dallas, and hill street blues. The only channels were abc, CBS and NBC, and instead of Espn there was wide world of sports. And instead of gears of war, halo, and FarmVille, we had space invaders, PAC man, and donkey kong.....
It's all relative, I guess.? My old man would always say; I don't know how you kids are gonna survive in the future;
Gas will be a dollar a gal, bread will be a dollar a loaf, Cars will cost 3 grand,
And that's if the commies don't drop the big one on us first....
Somehow we managed to survive, But i think it's getting harder for our kids to have fun' just being kids...
Times are a changing. and moving too fast...
Bob Ledford
New member
Well Sonny a record store was where you went to buy records! You could buy them in sizes. 45 RPM usually was the popular stuff. Medium size was 33 1/3 RPMs and contained the more like stuff that us kids didn't like to hear. You know Martin, Sinatra, Patti Paige, Kate Smith stuff. Large size or hi-speed stuff almost all that I remember contained the hi-brow music like the big bands, and romantic kissy face stuff.
they were made out of black vinyl materiel and woo be your butt if you dropped the needle and arm on one an scratched it
Bob Ledford
New member
you could go to the movies on Saturday morning for $0.25 eat popcorn and DOTS for a dime. Catch the latest movies with Gene Autry, Lash LaRue, Roy Rogers, Dale Evans, Zorro, The Lone Ranger an Tonto, Hopalong Cassidy and probably a dozen more that I can't readily recall. You also got to see "The World at War" the newsreel news on the Great War in the Pacific. Then the police action in South Korea where "the Frozen Chosen" made the News before the US Army got them semi adequate cold weather gear or was that DARPA.
You walked, ran or rode your bicycle to school instead of a school bus. Getting sent to the Prinicpal's Office you were going to stand up for supper if Mom did not beat your butt first. Then make you fresh cookies! Dad would make you miss the Mickey Mouse Show on the TV but you could watch the test pattern screen for hours. If it was really bad you missed Kukla, Fran an Ollie for a whole week. Plus you had to dry the dishes, take the trash out for a week and lose your bike. In the winter it was no sledding but you could use the snow shovel to clear a path from the street to the front door.
WV Spyder Ryder
New member
Used to ride bike my from neighbor to neighbor, which was around 1/2 mile a part, and sold the Grit paper.
:joke:
Doktor
New member
I'd got my first ticket when I was 9, we were just outside of the Haynesville woods, in upper Maine, my Dad was asleep in the back of the station wagon, (does anyone still make them) with the back seat folded down, the officer didn't see any driver, and pulled us over. I had a panic attack yelling at my Dad that the police was behind me. My Dad actually was the one that got the ticket, but I was driving, lol.
That was also when I first rode a motorcycle, an old Indian. It was 1957, there was still fear and respect for the law, and, at the same time, a rebellious nature. Korea was over with, helmets weren't much in the protection department, and rarely worn. We all drooled over Annette, on the only color television in the neighborhood. If the neighbor's Mom had to clobber us, you can bet you would get it again when you got home. We would jump our bikes, that we bought and paid for with soda bottles, and walked to the store about 2 1/2 miles from the house to return them, and never considered asking Ma to give us a ride. Someone mentioned having their 22's on their handlebars, we were never accused of being terrorists, if anyone said anything at all, it was be careful, son. We would sometimes go camping with Jim in his Model A pickup that he'd been paid to haul off, he'd pick us up, we would bring our rifles, fishing rods, and sleeping bags, along with some just in case food. Eric, my cousin, was 364 days older than me, he'd bring the matches, his sleeping bag, and his trumpet, I learned to love "Midnight in Moscow" on that horn, as well as many other classic and jazz music, and never thought it was strange to like "homemade" music. We could get a box of 22 LR at the hardware store for a quarter, about 13 soda bottles, and we would walk that 2 1/2 miles, after rounding up those 13 bottles from the neighbors.
Why don't we get back to those days.
Doc
That was also when I first rode a motorcycle, an old Indian. It was 1957, there was still fear and respect for the law, and, at the same time, a rebellious nature. Korea was over with, helmets weren't much in the protection department, and rarely worn. We all drooled over Annette, on the only color television in the neighborhood. If the neighbor's Mom had to clobber us, you can bet you would get it again when you got home. We would jump our bikes, that we bought and paid for with soda bottles, and walked to the store about 2 1/2 miles from the house to return them, and never considered asking Ma to give us a ride. Someone mentioned having their 22's on their handlebars, we were never accused of being terrorists, if anyone said anything at all, it was be careful, son. We would sometimes go camping with Jim in his Model A pickup that he'd been paid to haul off, he'd pick us up, we would bring our rifles, fishing rods, and sleeping bags, along with some just in case food. Eric, my cousin, was 364 days older than me, he'd bring the matches, his sleeping bag, and his trumpet, I learned to love "Midnight in Moscow" on that horn, as well as many other classic and jazz music, and never thought it was strange to like "homemade" music. We could get a box of 22 LR at the hardware store for a quarter, about 13 soda bottles, and we would walk that 2 1/2 miles, after rounding up those 13 bottles from the neighbors.
Why don't we get back to those days.
Doc
Got a interesting true story about Pop corn,[Jiffy-pop]
Got a care package from my Mother [nam66] in it was some jiffy -pop, And while on patrol we at a Montagnard village
I figured I'll treat some of the kids with some Amercan food besides ''C''s, Well once the jiffy pop started to expand and pop, They
Took off like Charlie was on their tail, Took a lot of coaching to get them back to try some..
But the smiles on their faces were well worth it.... Not all of Nam was hell.
lookerjdc
New member
yes, those were the days.....
we made skate boards from actual wood boards and the wheels from roller skates
we got smacked when we did something wrong and sometimes occasionally actually learned something from it
we went to concerts and smoked strange cigarettes.... lol
the Rat Pack
bruisersbaby
GOS member (Girls On Spyders)
I am so very thankful we have those days to remember; playing until it was dark outside was our curfew, riding bikes on the street and didn't have to worry about the traffic or someone taking you off of your bike and kidnapping you; knowing who your neighbors were and they had just as much right to discipline you as your parents! I feel sorry for the kids of today, buried in their ipads, ipods, computers. Texting and not talking, families who don't get together anymore for birthdays and other special occasions. I cherish my childhood memories and would not trade them for anything.
