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OLDER THAN DIRT


"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. "Grandma cooked every day and when Grandpa 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, wore Levis, set foot on a golf course, 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 Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears AND 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). We didn't have a television in our house until I was 11, but my grandparents had one before that. It was, of course, black and white, but they bought a piece of colored plastic to cover the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom third was green, like grass. The middle third was red. It was perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding across someone's lawn on a sunny day Some people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the picture look larger.




I was 13 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.



We didn't have a car until I was 15. Before that, the only car in our family was my grandfather's Ford. He called it a "machine."




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.



Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.


All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers I delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. I had to get up at

4 AM every morning. On Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers. My favorite customers were the ones who gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the change. My least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.




Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called French kissing and they didn't do that in movies. I don't know what they did in French movies. French movies were dirty and we weren't allowed to see them




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 boxes.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering ir ons 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
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
6 . Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines
8. Newsreels before the movie
9. P.F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11. Telephone numbers with a word prefix (OLive-6933)
12. Peashooters
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S& H greenstamps
16 Hi-fi's
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19 Blue flashbulb
20. Packards
21. Roller skate keys
22. Cork popguns
23. Drive-ins
24. Studebakers
2 5. Wash tub wringers

If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older
If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 16-25 = You're older than dirt!

I might be older than dirt but those memories are the best part of my life.
 
Well... To the test, I am older than dirt.

As with the milk truck, we had a bakery delivery truck that deliver bread.

My Mom was home for me every day when I got home from school.

Everyone agreed that it was in my best interest that the school principal would use violent means to discipline me. A good beating on my rear end was encouraged.

As a boy, we spent the summer playing outside. We could take our bikes (playing cards in the spokes) anywhere we could ride them, unchaperoned. No one worried about us getting kidnapped. No helmets required.

Gas was (good Lord) .39 cents a gallon. And of course the attendant wore a white uniform with a hat, pumped the gas, checked under the hood and washed the windshield. There were no seat belts in the car (I think my dad cut them out).

We watched Disneyland (IN LIVING COLOR) on Sunday night, otherwise we usually played games together as a family.

Some poor kid down the street had parents that got divorced. It was considered a neighborhood tragedy.

My allowance was .35 cents a week, for which I mowed, raked, cleaned and more - non of which was considered abuse.

Everything was closed on Sunday.

Movies started being rated: G, M, and R.
 
Guess your Grandfather had a model T Ford.In black offcourse.:D
 
Guess your Grandfather had a model T Ford.In black offcourse.:D
My grandfather drove a Woody. I guess that word has a different connotation now.
 
I qualified for the "Don't tell you age" and I'm not that old LOL! Really, almost 40 ISN'T old!

I still know where to find a soda pop machine that dispenses glass bottles :D
Blackjack and Teaberry chewing gum are still available in my town.
One of the guys I work with drives an Edsel to work regularly.
I learned to drive in a car with the dimmer switch on the floor, man I miss that car!
Hubby just sold his last car that didn't have seatbelts. They hadn't been cut out, they were still optional when the car was purchased...oh and the dashboard was made of steel.

We were the only kids whose parents forced us to have orange flags on tall sticks on the backs of our bikes so cars could see us more easily when we were riding on the country roads where we lived. We felt like total dorks because NONE of the other kids had these things.

We were enthralled when Pong was introduced. They just don't make video games like they used to!
Ber :lilbunny:
 
From another who is "older than dirt":


I also remember the milkman and the breadman- and, in winter,having to bring in the milk before it froze, and popped the top off the glass bottle.

on a slightly heavier note: I remember when, if the school principal called home:

a) the parents would actually come in to the school, rather than say to the school" he's your problem, you handle it"
b) the school was almost always right, rather than the parents threatening to sue....
 
Yep......dirt.

I grew up in California. As a kid, I was bored in elementary school and acted up a lot. There wasn't a week went by in school that I didn't have to go to the storage room to get paddled by Mr. Julian G Peed (that was his name, I kid you not), the sixth grade teacher who was the disciplinarian for the entire school. He had taped two, thick half-meter measuring sticks together with a pencil wedged between them not far from the handle. The rebound effect added to the sting.

When he could no longer make me cry with his paddling and I stared laughing at him instead, he gave up and just sent me to the principal's office. I'd blissfully spend the day there reading and doing homework at my own pace.

If paddling's like that happened today in this state in the public school system, you'd own California.
 
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We were always outside growing up. We were told to "stay within calling distance." We drank from the garden hose, played with mercury and even tried mud pies once. We're such a Lysol society now, it's no wonder kids are allergic to everything.
 

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