109LikesI used to have a hanging on my wall that said:
Never complain about growing old - many are denied the privilege!
While we can learn and become super-smart and wise in aging...
it's STILL okay to gripe and complain a bit, too... we're entitled!
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I used to have a hanging on my wall that said:
Never complain about growing old - many are denied the privilege!
While we can learn and become super-smart and wise in aging...
it's STILL okay to gripe and complain a bit, too... we're entitled!
Can I post this here? It's funny!
Old Guys Rule [Official] - Comedy Videos
How's This For Nostalgia?
REMEMBER WHEN.....
All the girls had ugly gym uniforms?
It took three minutes for the TV to warm up?
Nobody owned a purebred dog?
When a quarter was a decent allowance?
You'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny?
Your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces?
You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without
asking, all for free, every time? And you didn't pay for air? And, you
got trading stamps to boot?
Laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the
box?
It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real
restaurant with your parents?
They threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed... and they did
it!
When a 57 Chevy was everyone's dream car... to cruise, peel out, lay
rubber or watch submarine races, and people went steady?
No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in
the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked?
Lying on your back in the grass with your friends
and saying things like, 'That cloud looks like a... '?
Playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game?
Stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals
because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger?
And with all our progress, don't you just wish, just once, you could
slip back in time and savor the slower pace, and share it with the
children of today.
When being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the
fate that awaited the student at home?
Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of
drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents
were a much bigger threat! But we survived because their love was
greater than the threat.
...as well as summers filled with bike rides, Hula Hoops, and visits to
the pool, and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.
How Many Of These Do You Remember?
Candy cigarettes.
Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside.
Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles.
Coffee shops with Table Side Jukeboxes.
Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum.
Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers.
Newsreels before the movie (or even cartoons).
Telephone numbers with a word prefix...( Yukon 2-601). Party lines. Or no Area Codes
Peashooters.
Hi-Fi's & 45 RPM records.
AM (only) transistor radios.
78 RPM records!
Green Stamps .
Mimeograph paper.
The Fort Apache Play Set.
Do You Remember a Time When.
Decisions were made by going:
'eeny-meeny-miney-moe'?
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming; 'Do Over!'?
'Race issue' meant arguing about who ran the fastest?
Catching The Fireflies Could Happily Occupy An Entire Evening?
It wasn't odd to have two or three 'Best Friends'?
Having a Weapon in School meant being caught with a Slingshot?
Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30-minute commercials for action
figures?
'Oly-oly-oxen-free' made perfect sense?
Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles?
The Worst Embarrassment was being picked last for a team?
War was a card game?
Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle?
Taking drugs meant orange - flavored chewable aspirin?
Water balloons were the ultimate weapon?
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If you can remember most or all of these, Then You Have Lived!!!!!!! Be Thankful
A few more for this category that occurred to me:
You were taught penmanship and cursive writing. Keyboarding was something you did only if you took piano lessons.
You took piano lessons from a neighbor lady for $2 a week.
Your first "real job" was babysitting--and you were initially paid less than a dollar an hour to do so.
You looked forward to Saturday morning cartoons.
The first television you remember was black and white--and there was no cable.
You called your friends' parents Mr. and Mrs. Whatever. You certainly did not call them by their first names.
You assumed your teachers probably did know more than you did.
You rode your bike all over town without a helmet and your parents didn't worry about it.
You know what a party line is.
You remember having a milkman.
You remember when your older sisters ironed their hair--with a real iron. Or rolled their hair up on juice cans.
Heck, you remember when people ironed.
The concept of Sunday dinner is not lost on you.
You also know what "Sunday shoes" are.
No one particularly worried about your self-esteem or lack thereof (or at least if they did, they didn't up it that way).
The phrase "My bad" makes you long for a noun.
Your family took Sunday drives as a form of entertainment.
A carbon footprint meant you'd recently stepped on a ditto master.
You know what a ditto master is.
You've used an electric typewriter--or, God forbid, a manual typewriter.
You took typing in high school, as opposed to learning how to type as a toddler.
Every single second of your childhood hasn't been recorded on film.
I must be older than dirt because I remember ALL of those things.
As I get older, I think of the past as a nicer, kinder, slower paced life but I think I'm glamourizing it and forgetting the problems that existed also.
But I sure have some good memories of that time.
I think the past seems to be a nicer, kinder, slower paced life to some degree because it was and to some degree because, if you were fortunate enough to grow up in a functional family of whatever kind, when you're a kid, the adults do the majority of the worrying and the planning. For instance, for kids, holidays just sort of happen, because the adults are the ones doing the shopping, cooking, decorating, cleaning etc. As for the past simply being slower-paced, depending on where and when you grew up, it likely was. I also notice that when I'm at the nursing home where I volunteer, I hear things like "please" and "thank you" much more frequently than I do anywhere else (even from residents with Alzheimer's). Maybe that kind of ordinary, routine politeness was just emphasized more in the past. It's not that I never hear it elsewhere, but it just seems like I hear more of it there, to the point that I really notice it.Originally Posted by Dragonlady
I remember having to make a caftan in seventh grade home economics. Now there's an important life skill. I've never worn a caftan (except for the day we had to for home ec).
But at least I didn't have to do bust enlargement exercises in gym class, like my older sisters did in junior high ("We must/we must/we must improve our bust/the bigger, the better/the tighter the sweater/the boys depend on us!"). And this at a public high school where, during the same time period, they couldn't wear a skirt that didn't touch the ground when they knelt. I still remember high school girls trying on clothes in stores having to get down on their knees in front of the mirrors to make sure the skirt/dress would be acceptable at school--where some really neurotic teachers would actually make them do the same thing if they were concerned that a dress/skirt wouldn't pass the "knee test."
Talk about an odd contradiction in attitude....
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