Yeah, and vice versa. Flicking on the tv in the morning and waiting for the set to warm up, that's how my brain does when I wake up every morning.
This is one for those 40+
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Pong came out when I was in high school, I think. There was one game in town that I knew of, and it was at the local university rec center. Curt (some of you may remember my Curt stories) and I would go there and play.
Yup, I remember the line/dot turnoff thing. And warming up. Picture didn't come on right away.
NET started when I was a kid. It was the precursor of PBS. It had a few gems but mostly boring stuff in black and white. Now that it's PBS, it has evolved to a few gems but mostly boring stuff in color.
I knew one couple who had a color TV. The people on it were generally green. Then they got a TV with a remote control. It looked like a brick, and the place for the control beam sorta looked like an inset deflector dish.
89 WLS, and I can still do their jingle, was the Chicago AM station that was THE pop station to listen to growing up in Central Illinois. Early on in our marriage, and following boot camp, Grandma and I moved out to Southern California, and we actually caught WLS as we were driving across the Texas Panhandle.
Push mower for the yard.
Don't make long-distance calls. They cost. If you do, keep it short. Because then you're "on their dime" (reference to the cost of a pay phone). As a matter of fact, keep calls short. Somebody else might try to call.
We didn't have school lunches in Catholic grade school, but we did have milk cartons for recess. Whoever had the duty to pass them out arranged them tightly together on a tray and carried the tray around. I always hoped for chocolate milk. I liked milk, but the "regular" milk in the little cartons never tasted right to me.
Speaking of milk, if you dropped and spilled something at the grocery store, that became your purchase. None of this just walking away and leaving if for the store to clean up. Paper bags of varying sizes. Some stores charged for them. No plastic. Speaking of plastic, it was pre-credit card time, pretty much. Cash or check, and you knew who the responsible check writers were because they would immediately enter it in their check register.
My mom considered herself a good cook, but she wasn't energetic. My dad was a non-cook. We ate our fair share of "TV dinners," i.e., frozen dinners in an aluminum tray that we heated in the oven. No microwave ovens yet.
Yup, I remember the line/dot turnoff thing. And warming up. Picture didn't come on right away.
NET started when I was a kid. It was the precursor of PBS. It had a few gems but mostly boring stuff in black and white. Now that it's PBS, it has evolved to a few gems but mostly boring stuff in color.
I knew one couple who had a color TV. The people on it were generally green. Then they got a TV with a remote control. It looked like a brick, and the place for the control beam sorta looked like an inset deflector dish.
89 WLS, and I can still do their jingle, was the Chicago AM station that was THE pop station to listen to growing up in Central Illinois. Early on in our marriage, and following boot camp, Grandma and I moved out to Southern California, and we actually caught WLS as we were driving across the Texas Panhandle.
Push mower for the yard.
Don't make long-distance calls. They cost. If you do, keep it short. Because then you're "on their dime" (reference to the cost of a pay phone). As a matter of fact, keep calls short. Somebody else might try to call.
We didn't have school lunches in Catholic grade school, but we did have milk cartons for recess. Whoever had the duty to pass them out arranged them tightly together on a tray and carried the tray around. I always hoped for chocolate milk. I liked milk, but the "regular" milk in the little cartons never tasted right to me.
Speaking of milk, if you dropped and spilled something at the grocery store, that became your purchase. None of this just walking away and leaving if for the store to clean up. Paper bags of varying sizes. Some stores charged for them. No plastic. Speaking of plastic, it was pre-credit card time, pretty much. Cash or check, and you knew who the responsible check writers were because they would immediately enter it in their check register.
My mom considered herself a good cook, but she wasn't energetic. My dad was a non-cook. We ate our fair share of "TV dinners," i.e., frozen dinners in an aluminum tray that we heated in the oven. No microwave ovens yet.
I remember the rabbit ears on the television.
This is similar to ours. Is it a TV or a microwave?? lol
With the amount of radiation that thing probably chucked out, who can tell?
I remember throwing a softball with my best friend in the street..... packing lunch into our bike baskets and riding a mile from the house for a picnic, and no one having to worry about us..... picking wild strawberries in Mr. Brown's field and him running us out of the apple tree because he was afraid we'd fall and get hurt..... trick or treating and Mrs. Brown would have us come inside for hot cider and home made popcorn balls..... Trying to pet the pigs at my Grandpa's and him telling me they'd bite me..... Grandpa showing me a nest of baby mice, and catching a katydid for me to see..... Laughing with my brother. How I miss those times.
An almost daily occurrence as a kid playing baseball in the street... The ball going into the storm drain. We invented all kinds of things to get the ball back, but nothing we ever came up with worked well. And thankfully it was the Pre-Pennywise era.
We didn't have storm drains in our neighborhood.
An almost daily occurrence as a kid playing baseball in the street... The ball going into the storm drain. We invented all kinds of things to get the ball back, but nothing we ever came up with worked well. And thankfully it was the Pre-Pennywise era.
Watching scrambled racy programing on cable channels with my friends. 
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Preserve wildlife; pickle a squirrel.
When I was a kid, waaaay back when, my parents were so poor that we couldn't afford legs. We had to crawl on our bellies through 7ft snow drifts 365 days of the year (we only got one holiday every four years). Our hands were blue, and near frostbitten, by the time we'd clawed our legless torsos some 23 kilometres to the local school; as we couldn't afford gloves either.
Yes folks, thems were the days that made us men, even the girl folk...
Yes folks, thems were the days that made us men, even the girl folk...
Watching scrambled racy programing on cable channels with my friends.
Cinemax, AKA Skinamax, Friday After Dark
Yes, and there was only one game! It was called Stare at the Sun Until Your Eyes Burn Out
Oh my God - this thread...all of this stuff. Friday nights = Love Boat/Fantasy Island. And then Don Kirshner's Rock Concert if I could stay up late enough. Grew up in the Chicago suburbs, so Saturday night was Son of Svengoolie, and WGN always had a late night movie on at 10:30pm. This was how I was able to see movies like Psycho, Bonnie & Clyde, The Dirty Dozen, and a thousand more.
Ok you guys have done very well in this AARP thread. I would however like to add to and or amend some of the "memory lane" items you have brought back into my slightly fuzzy mind. Remember the aforementioned fuzziness is not helped by age and being a teen/twenty something during the 70s and 80s.
Several have mentioned console television sets and their bulkiness. However how about the smaller black and white that was placed on top of nonworking console, complete with rabbit ears covered in oft talked about tin foil?
Long cords on rotary phone? Yes great for privacy but if you had a party line didn't matter because your neighbor could pick it up and listen anyway.
My brother and I played a Pong game set up in Sears for over an hour the first time we saw it. Hey it beat rocks and sticks!
There is a picture above of children looking for a baseball in storm drain. We played our games in a cow pasture with a taped up ball that my cousin had. Tape was black and if you hit it into a cow patty had to wait until you could hose it off to play again.
Ever poured water into an almost empty ketchup bottle to get the very last out? Oh you have not lived.
Someone mentioned, facetiously, about trudging through snow 365 days a year. Vividly remember wrapping Merita loaf bread plastic around my shoes to play in snow. Now my youngest son has so many pairs of shoes takes him 15 minutes every morning to decide which ones to wear.
Milkman used to come by the house once a week. Got so bad my daddy decided we would get a milk cow because we were costing him too much. Walking 1/4 mile every morning to harvest enough for that day was not fun at age 12. Blowing cream off top to pour in cereal so you didn't get chunks in it? UGH. Oh and that onion smell in early spring, what cows were eating, does not go well with Cap'n Crunch.
I have many more but got to go take a nap.
I am of course over 40.
May revisit after I eat my supper at 4:30.
Several have mentioned console television sets and their bulkiness. However how about the smaller black and white that was placed on top of nonworking console, complete with rabbit ears covered in oft talked about tin foil?
Long cords on rotary phone? Yes great for privacy but if you had a party line didn't matter because your neighbor could pick it up and listen anyway.
My brother and I played a Pong game set up in Sears for over an hour the first time we saw it. Hey it beat rocks and sticks!
There is a picture above of children looking for a baseball in storm drain. We played our games in a cow pasture with a taped up ball that my cousin had. Tape was black and if you hit it into a cow patty had to wait until you could hose it off to play again.
Ever poured water into an almost empty ketchup bottle to get the very last out? Oh you have not lived.
Someone mentioned, facetiously, about trudging through snow 365 days a year. Vividly remember wrapping Merita loaf bread plastic around my shoes to play in snow. Now my youngest son has so many pairs of shoes takes him 15 minutes every morning to decide which ones to wear.
Milkman used to come by the house once a week. Got so bad my daddy decided we would get a milk cow because we were costing him too much. Walking 1/4 mile every morning to harvest enough for that day was not fun at age 12. Blowing cream off top to pour in cereal so you didn't get chunks in it? UGH. Oh and that onion smell in early spring, what cows were eating, does not go well with Cap'n Crunch.
I have many more but got to go take a nap.
I am of course over 40.
May revisit after I eat my supper at 4:30.
Ok you guys have done very well in this AARP thread. I would however like to add to and or amend some of the "memory lane" items you have brought back into my slightly fuzzy mind. Remember the aforementioned fuzziness is not helped by age and being a teen/twenty something during the 70s and 80s.
Several have mentioned console television sets and their bulkiness. However how about the smaller black and white that was placed on top of nonworking console, complete with rabbit ears covered in oft talked about tin foil?
Long cords on rotary phone? Yes great for privacy but if you had a party line didn't matter because your neighbor could pick it up and listen anyway.
My brother and I played a Pong game set up in Sears for over an hour the first time we saw it. Hey it beat rocks and sticks!
There is a picture above of children looking for a baseball in storm drain. We played our games in a cow pasture with a taped up ball that my cousin had. Tape was black and if you hit it into a cow patty had to wait until you could hose it off to play again.
Ever poured water into an almost empty ketchup bottle to get the very last out? Oh you have not lived.
Someone mentioned, facetiously, about trudging through snow 365 days a year. Vividly remember wrapping Merita loaf bread plastic around my shoes to play in snow. Now my youngest son has so many pairs of shoes takes him 15 minutes every morning to decide which ones to wear.
Milkman used to come by the house once a week. Got so bad my daddy decided we would get a milk cow because we were costing him too much. Walking 1/4 mile every morning to harvest enough for that day was not fun at age 12. Blowing cream off top to pour in cereal so you didn't get chunks in it? UGH. Oh and that onion smell in early spring, what cows were eating, does not go well with Cap'n Crunch.
I have many more but got to go take a nap.
I am of course over 40.
May revisit after I eat my supper at 4:30.
Hey! No AARP until you are over 50! I might be an older dog but I haven't reached that milestone yet!
After just receiving my drivers license and with a midnight curfew, getting home from the hippie parties, laying in my bed with my head spinning watching The Midnight Special at 1am on the black and white console TV I got when the parents bought our first color TV. How I survived, I'll never know.
Wolfman Jack
Casey Kasem's top 40 countdown
Dick Clark on American Bandstand
Casey Kasem's top 40 countdown
Dick Clark on American Bandstand
AARP is watching you. You will get an invitation to sign up on your birthday. When you go to the mailbox on birthday 50, there will be a letter in there from AARP.
I think it was the GNT and I laughing about getting AARP mail on our 50th birthday. (Our birthdays are very close - I'm a couple months older but that doesn't stop me from joking about his age.)
Not having a standardized test dictate the school curriculum.
No silly "common core" mathematics.
No silly "common core" mathematics.
AARP is watching you. You will get an invitation to sign up on your birthday. When you go to the mailbox on birthday 50, there will be a letter in there from AARP.
Psssshhhh!!
Years away for this SwiftDog!!