Riding the Wildcat and the Shooting Star and the rest of the rides at old Coney on Catholic School Days .

Party line telephone service (My grandmother's favorite passtime.)

If you wanted a quick lunch, you either ate cold leftovers or you waited for it to heat up on the stove. If you wanted popcorn, it involved a heavy-bottom pan, oil and shaking the pan vigorously until the popping stopped, and then hoping the bottom kernels weren't burned.

Real Manual typewriters (even before Selectrics)

The abrasive eraser for correcting mistakes that rubbed a hole in the paper

Transistor radios with a plethora of AM stations and a only a few FM

Bikes that were "1 speed" and no hand braking.

Black and white TV.

Cars without seatbelts

Cars without AC

Cars with only an AM radio

Milk in glass jugs

Milk delivered to our door in plastic bags by Ehrlers

Mimeographed homework. I used to love that smell! :lol:

A school cafeteria that didn't serve food. There was a line for milk and snacks, but no "meals".

No "movie machines". If you wanted to see a movie, you saved your money and went to a theater.

Coffee made in a stovetop percolator. It was a big deal in our house when my mom finally got an electric percolator.

 

There's so many thins I remember that my kids think I'm exaggerating about when I talk about them. :lol:

 

:laugh::laugh::laugh:My grandmother's favotite passtime as well!!!

:laugh::laugh::laugh:My grandmother's favotite passtime as well!!!

 

 

Did your grandmother ever get so worked up she'd forget herself and join in on the conversation? :lol: Mine did. It would be hilarious to see. :lol:

Mimeographed homework. I used to love that smell! :lol:

I grew up with that smell pretty much 24/7. Lots of mornings stopping off with the old man at the principal's office while he ran off that day's hand-outs -- which, basically, took forever. That stupid machine almost never worked the first time around, and the smell was just like the hand-out papers except, times a thousand. :eyeonyou:

Mr. Softie Ice Cream trucks.

 

You could get real soft serve ice cream. A far cry from these parollee looking characters that drive around in vans today.

One of my fondest memories of childhood. It was soooo good! And the truck never came down our little street, so we had to scurry up the hill on Dale Avenue to get to the truck before he pulled away.

Can someone explain party line phone service? Sounds pretty interesting..

When the local Sears store had an elevator operator.

 

 

When you had a milkman deliver milk and ice cream to your house.

 

 

Monday Night Baseball on ABC.

 

 

When you had to turn the knob to fine tune your TV at times to . My brothers and I discoverd one night while trying to fine tune channel 7 that if you turned the knob to the left Spotlight Movie Channel would come in. I remember seeing breast on TV for the first time watching Animal House. :lol::lol:

Can someone explain party line phone service? Sounds pretty interesting..

 

Because of limitations in the carrying capacity of the telephone trunk lines back in the day, multiple homes in a particular area would be on the same "party line." Each home got a distinctive ring, so that you wouldn't be picking up the phone when it was actually for your neighbor. Usually it was only out in the country; folks in town had their own dedicated line.

Because of limitations in the carrying capacity of the telephone trunk lines back in the day, multiple homes in a particular area would be on the same "party line." Each home got a distinctive ring, so that you wouldn't be picking up the phone when it was actually for your neighbor. Usually it was only out in the country; folks in town had their own dedicated line.

 

Well, I grew up in Villa Hills back when it was small and we had a party line. I remember every time I wanted to call someone it seemed I interupted the other's call, and had to politley ask them to hurry up cause i had an important call to make.

Because of limitations in the carrying capacity of the telephone trunk lines back in the day, multiple homes in a particular area would be on the same "party line." Each home got a distinctive ring, so that you wouldn't be picking up the phone when it was actually for your neighbor. Usually it was only out in the country; folks in town had their own dedicated line.

My grandparents lived in an apartment building here in town, and they had a party line.

What a great thread! I remember all those things. I especially remember the Christmas we got pong! We marveled at it and wondered "how did they do that?" We spent hours playing it.

 

Great times. I remember when all the kids had to be outside and if your friends mom told you to do something or corrected you, it was the same as if your own mom had said it. You did it with a yes maam.

 

I remember my mom sending me to Beechwood Swim Club with a quarter, and it lasted me all day. At the pool all day with my transistor radio and baby oil.

The one thing I remember most and really wish my kids could experience, but never will - is that as 10, 11, 12 year old boys we could leave the house early in the morning, never step foot in someone's house, return home at 5 or 6 for dinner - and no one was worried or upset that they did not know where we were, and we were not worried about something bad happening to us.

What about collecting the old pop bottles?Cashing them in going to the corner store.You were set for the rest of the day.Going to buy your parents cigs and never being questioned.

Good Lord you people are old!

The one thing I remember most and really wish my kids could experience, but never will - is that as 10, 11, 12 year old boys we could leave the house early in the morning, never step foot in someone's house, return home at 5 or 6 for dinner - and no one was worried or upset that they did not know where we were, and we were not worried about something bad happening to us.

 

Definately! We had woods behind our house and would climb trees, swing on vines, play in the creek or dig for "treasure" all day. Or we would get on our bikes and ride all over the place. Had to be home for dinner. After dinner came kick the can or ghost in the graveyard. Had to be home when the street lights came on. Never even wanted to play INSIDE someones house.