I couldn’t decide which folder to post from,so I just closed my eyes and clicked on one. This was it. Hope you enjoy a little journey to the past.
WE’D FIND A SPOT WITH TWO OF THESE SO WE THOUGHT THE SOUND WOULD BE IN STEREO
I GOT ONE OF THESE FOR CHRISTMAS.RAN OUT OF PAPER CUPS AND SYRUP THE SAME DAY.
HOW MANY HOURS DID YOU SPEND LOOKING THROUGH THESE?
FOR SOME REASON,THESE WERE KNOWN AS ‘CHURCH KEYS’
HOW EXCITED WERE YOU TO FIND THE LITTLE PLASTIC TRINKET?
THIS HURT LIKE HELL,DIDN’T IT?
MY GRANDDAD STEPPED ON ONE OF THESE IN HIS BARE FEET. I HEARD WORDS I STILL HAVEN’T FOUND THE DEFINITION FOR YET.
ANYBODY EVER GET ONE OF THESE TO ACTUALLY WORK?
DID YOU EVER RUSH HOME TO SHOW YOUR MOM A PIECE OF HOMEWORK WITH ONE OF THESE ON IT?
GRANNY GOT ME A BOOK OF BIBLE STORIES WITH BOOKS OF THESE AT THE REDEMPTION STORE
HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE MEMORIES. SHOW THESE TO YOUR GRANDKIDS AND SEE HOW MANY THEY CAN NAME.
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I LOVED playing jacks, but never had any taste for Cracker Jacks. 🙂
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Good ones! I remember alladem. Even the painful ones! But no wooden spoons for us. More like this:
I still remember the first time we used those drive-in movie speakers. It was at a showing of Disney’s Snow White when we were little kids.
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But, did you ever start to drive off with the speaker still hanging on the window? Almost did, caught it just in time. Tulsa’s Admiral Twin Drive-In is a little older than I am. A few years ago, its dual screens burnt to the ground. Took a while, but there was tremendous community support, and they re-built, went digital, and are thriving today. Well, not today – closed for the winter. “You must have an FM radio to hear sound,” but, now you really get stereo.
I think a friend had the sno-cone maker. I had a cotton candy maker. Pour sugar into the heating element, it spun cotton candy. Must’ve had some coloring agent in the sugar that came with it. I don’t think these toys, or things like the Vac-u-form, would be considered “safe” for today’s little monkeys. Oh, yeah, the cotton candy maker met its fate when wise guy Older Brother decided he’d try Jello instead of sugar, over my objections. End of that toy.
I well remember, sometime after we’d moved to Chicago, walking into a music store and realizing there was not an LP in the place. I resisted CDs as long as I could.
I was pretty proud, as a little kid, to know how to use the card catalogs. Libraries then were the world.
Dad used a belt, threat of which was usually sufficient. Not always, but I think the folks had softened up after raising my three older siblings. Stung.
No jacks, but plenty of middle-of-the-night foot-stabbers in the one-dot Legos and the (horrors!) Barbie high heels.
Mom made popcorn in the big kettle, but now and then we had Jiffy Pop; it usually worked.
I pasted a lot of green stamps into books for my mom. They were still going when Milady and I moved to Chicago. She recalls we got a blender or egg poacher or something with our stamps, but had to drive somewhere ‘way out west to redeem them. Had to explain the green stamps to daughter.
Thanks for the stroll down Nostalgia Avenue, Pete.
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Argh. Starting my sloppy off right away today. Forgot to close the Admiral Twin Drive-In link tag.
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My mom didn’t use a wooden spoon. She used a metal pancake turner. To be honest, I did deserve it when I got it. Usually she only had to swat at us one time when the need arouse.
Oh my, the “passion pit” speaker. Ah, memories. 🙂
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