A My Pal Phil Thing: I Remember Every One of These
Bill Quick

When Life Was Fun

All the girls had ugly gym uniforms? And wore tennis shoes not $200 Nike’s!

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.

And our summers were filled with bike rides, Hula Hoops, and visits to the pool, and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.

Didn’t that feel good, just to go back and say, ‘Yeah, I remember that’?

I am sharing this with you today because it ended with a Double Dog Dare to pass it on… To remember what a Double Dog Dare is, read on… And remember that the perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care.

Send this on to someone who can still remember Howdy Doody and The Peanut Gallery, the Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows, Nellie Bell ,Royand Dale , Trigger and Buttermilk.

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…

Telephone numbers with a word prefix…( Yukon2-601). Party lines…

Peashooters…

Hi-Fi’s & 45 RPM records…

78 RPM records…

Green Stamps…

Mimeograph paper…

The Fort ApachePlay 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?

If you can remember most or all of these, Then You Have Lived!!!!!!!

Lived for a long time, I’d reckon.

Bill Quick

About Bill Quick

I am a small-l libertarian. My primary concern is to increase individual liberty as much as possible in the face of statist efforts to restrict it from both the right and the left. If I had to sum up my beliefs as concisely as possible, I would say, "Stay out of my wallet and my bedroom," "your liberty stops at my nose," and "don't tread on me." I will believe that things are taking a turn for the better in America when married gays are able to, and do, maintain large arsenals of automatic weapons, and tax collectors are, and do, not.

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A My Pal Phil Thing: I Remember Every One of These — 6 Comments

      • Anent this, though: Having a Weapon in School meant being caught with a Slingshot?

        When I was in 7th grade, I carried around an “Italian switchblade” with a five inch blade – yeah, a real switchblade – that I bought at the local sporting goods and novelty store. Nobody ever said anything about it.

        • Well, maybe it’s mostly ’cause I grew up in the South, but – I carried (and used – minus self-injury – whenever needed) a pocketknife (kept it sharp, too! – dull knives are dangerous, y’know…) from not long after I started wearing pants with pockets. Still do.

          From 7th Grade until post-High School graduation, I carried a switchblade of one variety or another. This wasn’t due to being a “greaser”, or even a matter of “cool” – it was what a guy did; partly utility, partly defensive, mostly just understood.

          Then again – at age 12, I’d already been on hunting trips with my father during which I carried (and used, safely and appropriately) a small-bore shotgun (several times) or a .22-caliber rifle (twice) – and was the designated bird-pest assassin for the farm we then lived on, plus two neighboring (smaller) farms, with unsupervised free-range of all…

          And nobody (as far as I know) thought that was unusual – much less dangerous.

          Times do change…and not necessarily for the better, of course.

  1. I always carried a pocketknife in elementary school and most of the time in junior high. I cannot remember if I carried it in HS, but it would not have been prohibited. I never carried a switchblade – only the greasers carried those :)

  2. And…

    Drive-ins instead of drive-throughs? Those trays that they put on the car doors?

    Drive-in movies?

    Real white sidewall tires and curb feelers?

    Cap guns, which were de rigeur for every young cowpoke?

    Transistor radios?

    Heathkit stereos?

    Balsawood gliders and wind-up rubber bands?

    Revell model kits?

    Malteds? (Where did those go?)

    Drug store lunch counters with homemade cakes and pies?

    Life magazine?