I'm older than DIRT...

Some kid asked me 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 ‘home’,’ I explained. !
‘Mum cooked every day and when Dad 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 state) or had a credit card.

My parents never drove me to school. 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 19.

It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at midnight, after playing the national anthem and a poem about God; it came back on the air at about 6 a.m. and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people…

I never had a telephone in my room… The only phone 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—my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. He had to get up at 6AM every morning.

Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or most anything offensive.

*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:
A young friend’s Dad is cleaning out my friend’s 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.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons 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.Candy cigarettes
2.Coffee shops with tableside juke boxes
3.Home milk delivery in glass bottles
4. Party lines on the telephone
5.Newsreels before the movie

  1. TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (There were only 3 channels [if you were fortunate])
  2. Howdy Doody
  3. 45 RPM records
  4. Metal ice trays with lever
  5. Blue flashbulb
  6. Cork popguns
  7. Studebakers
  8. Wash tub wringers

If you remembered 0-3 = You’re still young
If you remembered 3-6 = You are getting older
If you remembered 7-10 = Don’t tell your age,
If you remembered 11-15 =You’re older than dirt!

We also had a drug problem. We were drug to church, to family picnics, school activities and the list goes on.

I might be older than dirt but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.

Don’t forget to pass this along!!

Especially to all your really OLD friends…

I am only 46 and I can remember 7 things from the list.:shock::shock:

Thanks Jay, I just made Older than Dirt and remember with fondness. My wife and I would ask my Grandma about wooden sidewalks and such she would always talk about the guy’s staying at the Tavern too long and their horses broke loose and ran down the street terrorizing everyone. LOL Miss her

I got all 15. Damn.

All but the news before a movie.

7…but reading it almost seems like a different world. Sad that those things will never be back…like the picnics, sitting at the table as a family daily…to much pressure on the cosmetic things in life…good to think back though…thanks.

Thanks Jae I too got them all . Roy

Russel, My wife made us all sit at the table till my daughter graduated HS and still encourages it.

I had 11 in my life but not older than dirt at 52 …:slight_smile: …OK 53 since last week.

I still have a box of Royal Pudding with Howdy Doody on it. On the back of the box is a playing card. You can collect them to make a deck of cards. I liked the free stuff in cereal boxes, Fury and Rin Tin Tin.

Remember rabbit ear television antennas, usually with aluminum foil wrapped around them?

I didn’t remember any of them. Not one. . . . . . . Really . . . . . . I mean it, not one . . . . . . .:wink:

They say that memory is the second thing to go but I don’t remember what the first thing was…

Like James and Roy, got them all. Geez.
But hey, they were the best of times.

How about the Davy Crockett coonskin hat…and, of course, the black hat with the mouse ears?

It went great with my Hopalong Cassidy Lunch Box.

Remember things you could do as a kid that would be boarderline child abuse or neglect today.

Riding in the back of a truck on the wheel wells.
My favorite spots in the car were either on the floor, or laying in the back window.

Everyone in town had the the acceptance from your parents to ground you and whip your butt.

When not listening my my mother in public she would always threaten to take me to the restroom.
I was never taken to the restroom, but I knew it would not be a fun trip with mom if I did go.

You sat at the table until your daughter graduated high school???

That’s one mean woman!!!

Hey, hey!!

You better not be panning my Hoppy box…he got me through a lot of lunches, y’know…

And, of course, ANNETTE!!!:D:D:D:D:D:D