A walk down memory lane. How things have changed.

Early B.

Anyone recall the skateboard craze in the mid 70's?

ben62670

Early B. wrote: »

Anyone recall the skateboard craze in the mid 70's?

The little plastic ones that were a foot and a half long that would stop when they hit the seams in the concrete, but you would keep going. Yes

schwarcw

I remember buying gasoline for my car while I was in college for $0.27 per gallon. I bought $0.15 hamburgers and french fries at McDonald's. I would run to the corner store to buy my dad a pack of cigarettes when I was about 8 years old, I was never asked for ID (ha! ha!) and I remember paying like $0.20 a pack.

When I went off to college and studied engineering, my first semester I had a one credit course teaching us how to use a slide rule (logarithms, trig functions, etc.) The computer we used required those IBM card decks. Damn! I hated those card punch machines.

I'm older than dirt!:(

Early B.

schwarcw wrote: »

I remember buying gasoline for my car while I was in college for $0.27 per gallon. I bought $0.15 hamburgers and french fries at McDonald's. I would run to the corner store to buy my dad a pack of cigarettes when I was about 8 years old, I was never asked for ID (ha! ha!) and I remember paying like $0.20 a pack.

When I went off to college and studied engineering, my first semester I had a one credit course teaching us how to use a slide rule (logarithms, trig functions, etc.) The computer we used required those IBM card decks. Damn! I hated those card punch machines.

I'm older than dirt!:(

Wow. You're old, dude.

I remember candy bars were $0.20 and when postage stamps increased to $0.13.

But what's interesting is how some things remain the same. If you're a bargain shopper, you can still buy a decent dress suit for $99.

markmarc

Summer nights spent playing Hide-and-go-Seek, Kick the Can.

Endless after school hours playing basketball in our driveway, Saturday football in the yard.

Catching bugs every May and putting them on display on egg cartons.

Floating anything down the ditch.

Pouring water on the street and sledding down it behind our house.

Bicycle races.

Two gallon glass jugs of A&W Rootbeer that my dad brought home on summer Saturday evenings.

The heavy iron snow shovel that we tried for years to break and never did!

The five times a year we went out to eat for a birthday.

The Sunday pasta dinner at my grandparent's, with the massive platefuls of spaghetti.

The race to get away from the house when my sister practiced her oboe.

Summer nights sleeping on the neighbor's trampoline.

Dennis Gardner

I'm old enough that.........

manual transmissions were standard

most lawnmowers were not only push style, but motorless.

tree houses were actually built in trees, not some $10k, 3 room, doll house thing.

little Tommy without any arms and legs, loved playing 3rd base....the actual base, not the position.

cfrizz

:eek::eek: ROTFLMAO!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUCHHHH!:eek::eek:

ben62670 wrote: »

The little plastic ones that were a foot and a half long that would stop when they hit the seams in the concrete, but you would keep going. Yes

hearingimpared

All of the above . . . sigh.

Everytime I thought of something it was already covered. I like the one about the phone receiver being a lethal weapon.

Here's one.

Wooden soda or beer boxes with metal reinforced corners and edges; we would take our wrench/key on roller skates apart, nail them to a 2 x 4 (and yes it was a full 2" x4"), nail the board to the boxes with the box on its side. Homemade scooter. Then we started getting creative. We would take every bottle cap we could find and nail them touching each other to the front and side of scooter for armour and then take a broom stick, cut the broom off (yes many beatings after that stunt), dig a hole in the front of the box, push the broom handle through and fix it to the box with L brackets and screws, then use the scooters to have jousts just like King Arther's knights had.

Many a time our little jewels would take a lance :eek:but we kept playing after jumping up and down for a few minutes.

None of this run home to mommy to kiss it and make it better.

Well there you have it scars and all!:D

mrbigbluelight

Getting an old bike frame (my buddy across the street worked part-time at
Zykan's, he could always get us one), stripping it down.
Put a plywood base on it. Mount a lawnmower motor (courtesy of Zykans, too)to the base.
We'd have to scrounge up some money for the clutch and rear wheel which we could get real cheap over at Hood's across the river.
(We'd ride 8 miles on our bikes to get there across a killer dangerous bridge).

When done, it was like we had built a space shuttle.

I knew, and my buddies knew, not to even THINK about using any of my dad's tools, even though he had everything we needed. One tool out of place, one nick, one ding, and hell would descend from the mountaintop.

On Sunday mornings, I'd go up to the Quick Shop and get a Sunday paper.
Soemtimes my dad would be out of Raleighs, so he'd give me an extra 35 cents to pick up a pack of smokes for him, too.

Used to snow in the winter back then, and we'd build igloos and loooooong
snow tunnels.

If we got a tear in the knees of our jeans, our moms would use an iron-on patch to repair it. Went to school with those jeans, and it was no big deal.

One 19" b/w T.V. and when it went down one summer, it was no big deal that it was out for 5 months. The repairs were going to be expensive ($40), so we went without.
Tin foil on ONE of the rabbit ears ? Heck yeah. Foil on both of the ears seemed to defeat the purpose.