welcome:

As time passes and technology takes over I find that there are many things we have let go to the wayside, disappear, and forgotten; simple things, fun things, and the not so fun elements of our daily lives. I have started this blog to catalog those "missed" things that when mentioned to a younger generation will cause knitted eyebrows, shaken heads, and a "what's that?” expression; now you have a place to show them just…What

This is a catalog of all the things that I and others miss from their younger days and olden times.


Saturday, December 22, 2012

#86 the ticking of a clock

wow, has it been this long since I posted anything here? time flies by so fast... found another thing that I miss.... being able to get everything done that needed to be done and have enough time to do it all in...
ha~!

I can remember feeling that time passed miserably slow.... had to wait for my fun birthday bashes, had to wait for summer vacations, had to wait for that scrumptious Turkey Day, and then you had to wait for Christmas and New Years. It seemed when we were younger we were constantly waiting for something and the time just slowly tick-tocked passively on.

As I was thinking about all this I realized one thing I do really miss is the ticking of a clock. As a child when I needed a quite moment of pondering I use sit quietly in our living room and let the ticking our our grandfather clock slowly lull me into a meditative state. Do I have a ticking clock now- nope, they are all electronic- why? Can't really answer that, just happened. When I mentioned to Steve that I wanted to find a nice pendulum clock to have around and explained why, his response was: "Why do that? Just download the sound to your computer." spoken like a true electronic engineer. Yea right, just don't think it would be the same.

Clocks that tick are becoming fewer with the use of battery and solar operated clocks. When looking around I found one that had an electronically installed ticking program that you could turn on and off at will- ha! The grandfather clock and the windup up alarm clocks are the old standbys, but are slowly disappearing  To many the sound has a soothing effect, however, there are some people that do not agree.

What effect does a ticking clock have on you? remember the "big ben" and the "baby ben"  wind-ups? Their ticking sound could be heard for miles....well, not really but they were loud!

adding a quick note-- i would like to thank Liz for reminding me of this blog- I had not forgotten it, just pushed it into the back of my life. There are a couple of my friends that actually like this one better than Journey, so, you can thank my British friend for getting this going once again.




Sunday, June 5, 2011

special post ~ how old is grandma?

A friend sent this to me in an email, I do not know the origin, but when I read it I knew that it needed to be posted here on this blog. I am of this woman's generation and it is all true. Thank you Lois for sending this to me; and thank you to whomever wrote it. 

How Old is grandma?

Stay with this -- the answer is at the end.  It will blow you away.

One evening a grandson was talking to his grandmother about current events.
The grandson asked his grandmother what she thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general..

The Grandmother replied, "Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:
'      television
'       penicillin 
'       polio shots
'       frozen foods
'       Xerox 
'       contact lenses
'       Frisbees and
'       the pill
There were no:
'       credit cards
'       laser beams or 
'       ball-point pens
Man had not invented:
'       pantyhose 
'       air conditioners 
'       dishwashers
'       clothes dryers
'       and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and
'       man hadn't yet walked on the moon

Your Grandfather and I got married first, .. .... ... and then lived together.. 
Every family had a father and a mother.
Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, "Sir".
And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir."
We were before gay-rights, computer- dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.
Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.  
We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.
Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege...
We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent. 
Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins. 
Draft dodgers were those who closed front doors as the evening breeze started. 
Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums.

We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CD's, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.  
We listened to Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios.  
And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.  
If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan' on it, it was junk  
The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam....  
Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of.
We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.
Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.
And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.
You could buy a new Ford Coupe for $600, . .. . but who could afford one?
Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.  
In my day:
'      "grass" was mowed,
'      "coke" was a cold drink,
'     "pot" was something your mother cooked in and
'     "rock music" was your grandmother's lullaby.
'     "Aids" were helpers in the Principal's office,
'      "chip" meant a piece of wood,
'     "hardware" was found in a hardware store and
'      "software" wasn't even a word.

And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.
No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap.
How old do you think I am?
I bet you have this old lady in mind....you are in for a shock!
Read on to see -- pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.  
Are you ready ?????

This woman would be only 59 years old.

GIVES YOU SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT.......

Sunday, May 29, 2011

#87 ~ jeans designed by wear

I am not sure just how much technology has affected this subject, except for being able to mass-produce something.  

I remember the day when you would go out and pay $6.45 for a pair of new Levi 501 button-fly shrink-to-fit jeans. They were dark blue and nearly as stiff as a board. I remember going home and washing them at least 20 times before wearing them- mostly to take out the stiffness. You would have to be careful of what you washed them with, the dye in the jeans turned everything if not blue, a light blue.
I even sometimes, if I needed them to age a little quicker than normal, would tumble them in my father’s old cement drum with a few rocks from the beach or back yard. Most of the time I would start preparing a new pair of jeans long before “I” considered the old ones ready for the fabric re-purposing pile.  (grew up recycling and re-purposing long before it became popular to “be green.”)

I can remember putting embroidered appliqu├ęs as patches, or just a fun fabric as a patch, sewing things on the pockets; the hems would become worn so there was a little fringe at the bottoms, or putting some decorative trim to repair and finish.  As I got into high-school in the sixties, I remember taking liquid embroidery tubes- all colors, and painting my jeans with flowers, animals, names- once I wrote “property of --my then boyfriend’s name” down the front of each leg.

But most of all, I remember the fun it was “designing” your own jeans. And… when you walked down the street with an extremely faded, decorated, frayed  pair of jeans…everyone knew YOU loved those jeans and were the designer just by living in them.
 
Now… you can pay upwards to $150.00 for someone else to do all that for you- and get this- look exactly like all the other people that have purchased the same jean.  No originality. And what about those Hip-hugger Bell bottom pants that they now call – Low-rise flares! Yea ,right.

Still to this day I buy the simplest pair of Levi’s and let nature and life put its design on them- I have a pair that is 10 years old, wearing them at the moment – thank you very much.

Let’s take the mass production out of the “MASS CHOICES” for said product and go back to basics where we can pay a reasonable price for a great product- and if we want it decorated…do it yourself.

Monday, May 9, 2011

#88 ~ drive-in "carhops"

A carhop was a waitress or waiter who brought food to people in their cars at drive-in restaurants. Usually they worked on foot but sometimes the restaurant would have them use roller-skates.  They would take your order, rush off and return with a special tray, that attached to your partially lowered window, piled with all the treats and yummies you were waiting for.  What was it about sitting in your car and trying to drink a coke and eat a hamburger, loaded with cheese, lettuce, tomato, pickles and onions?  It was fun! Defiantly more fun than a drive-through and pick it up at the second window and take off.
 
 My favorite place was A&W with their “baby burger”, which consisted of a simple beef patty,  a smaller than average bun, and some mayo. Not sure, what they put on that burger, but as simple as it was, it was tasty. Moreover, to top that off, don’t forget the Rootbeer Float, that made this company famous.

Carhops originated in the late 1930s when drive-in eateries were devised to draw in a more mobile society. It started as pull-up service to drug stores and eating establishments and was found to be a very effective way to draw customers.

Now carhops are only featured at a few remaining original drive-in stands and nostalgic fast food establishments. The few remaining drive-ins are mostly in small towns with local ownership.  Sonic Drive In still uses carhops, and one, personally known, existing A&W in Colorado features these wonderful attendants. There has been a resurgence with some franchises cashing in on the nostalgic aspect and tapping into the memories of the baby boomers.

The uniforms of early carhops were important, as many drive-ins were competing and something eye-catching was seen as gamesmanship. There was often a military theme, airline theme, space age theme or cheerleader theme along with any other whim an owner thought would get customers.

A carhop was the most prominent image on the poster for the film American Graffiti. They were also often seen in the first two seasons of Happy Days. –(a 1974 sit-com- info for those post millennium readers.)

Monday, May 2, 2011

#89 ~ the milkman

In the old days the milkman, traditionally a man,  would come by with eggs, glass bottles of cold whole milk, and other dairy products to your front porch or the special door in the side of your house. The milk came straight from the cow to your doorstep — always fresh and always with a smile.  I think  you have to be a baby boomer or older to remember those simpler times.

I remember those days, and good days they were. I remember when we had a little tab wheel that showed all the things we could order from the Milk Man when he would stop by our house in the wee hours of the morning. This wheel was colorful and full of every possible dairy product you could think of, even ice cream- three flavors! Also, orange juice and sometimes  fresh fruit.  We would have a little metal-sectioned carrier and yesterday’s glass milk bottle, which we would place the wheel marked with everything we wanted in the top, and when we woke… whalla, our delivery made. Fresh from the dairy~ guaranteed~

The U.S. Agriculture Department estimates that in 1963, 30% of the milk sold in the United States was home-delivered. That figure fell to less than 1% in the 1990s.

In some remote parts of the country the Milk Man is making a comeback and in some not so remote… I found a company in Manhattan; but the charm of the Milk Man Delivery has been diminished due to…. Orders made Online with a Credit Card, and the delivery is only guaranteed some time during that day.



In researching this week’s post I came across a fun site that has a few of the funny, but real, notes left for a milkman. There aren’t many, but they are fun.

Monday, April 25, 2011

#90 ~ public pay phones

Public Pay Phones? Are you nuts? Who would miss having to search for a phone on some obscure corner while driving, find the right change to make a call, find a phone that hasn’t been vandalized…?
 Again, I know you are asking if I have gone nuts.
What I really want to say is "get rid of cell phones"!
I miss being able to shop in a store, walk down the street, or sit in a park --- without having someone walk past me chatting away; unsure if they are talking to me, or talking to that contraption sticking out of their ear.

      (which baffles me in this gotta look totally beautiful all the time society- they're ugly, plain and simple, you look like you have some brain malfunction escaping through your ear .)


 Furthermore, I'll tell you about the rudeness of sitting in a restaurant and trying to eat a peaceful meal and have someone, again, chatting away, oblivious to any other person around. 
OMG, how did we survive not being able to pass away the hours going on and on and on about absolutely nothing of value. I have never been a talker on the phone. I remember once my mother-in-law saying I was too abrupt when on the phone. Hey, it’s a way to transfer vital information quickly….get it? Passing on “vital” information quickly.
The last time I was in the grocery store there was this woman trailing behind me that carried on a conversation, with an unknown brain without a body, about her daughter’s new boyfriend’s mother. As I was trying to shop and ignore her, here comes someone else from the other direction in the isle, chatting even louder! What was the emergency? ”Her neighbor wants her to keep her dog from barking all day—how rude is that- she can’t control her dog’s barking, it’s a dog.”

People… if you are one of those who have to be on their phones 24/7 – then, please for the love of sanity! Get help! Find some organization like DVCA (Diahrrea of the Vocal Cords Anonymous ) Be considerate and turn off  that phone when in public!

Better yet, get rid of these monstrosities and bring back the pay phone if there is a need for an emergent call. Look how cute this one is.


100 things I will miss- #?? ~cell phones --  is one topic you’ll never see here.

Monday, April 18, 2011

#91 ~ full service gas stations

---remember them?

The other day I was driving and I happened to look down and saw I was driving on gas fumes. I needed to stop and get some gas. Now there are a few things in life that are not my favorite things to do, and pumping gas is one of them. This chore it got me thinking about this week's 100 things i will miss.

Of course I don’t like pumping gas. It stinks, it can get dirty and it can be a pain. Maybe I’m just spoiled. I was raised in a time where people were trained and qualified not only to pump your gas, but to tend and care for your car and free of charge. Some of you know what I am talking about, it was called “full service gas stations” and it used to be all we had.

 Do you remember the full service gas stations? I sure do. Checking the tires, the oil, even the battery, belts and everything else. What I recall is that they did it with a smile as well. The gas station attendant seemed to take pride in their work. They enjoyed working with people and greeting them. It was a piece of American culture.

And as a kid, it was an adventure and was certainly an opportunity get pampered. My mother used to pull into the gas station and the attendant would greet her by name, fill the car, wipe the windshield, check the tire pressures, give me a wink and a piece of candy and check under the hood. I wanted her to get gas every day. I wanted her to get that tiger in the tank!

 Some days the friendly gas station attendant would let me pump the gas. He would hand me the silver nozzle and help me to pull the trigger. This is what makes childhood memories. Nonetheless, it baffles me why I enjoyed it then and not now, unless it was because I would get a reward then: sometimes a toy, sometimes a blow up tiger, sometimes just a chance to do it again.

 Plus, who can forget the soda machine that had bottled soda and for a quarter you could get a Coke or a Bubble Up and just for a few extra cents more... a great piece of candy at the candy counter. Gas stations as a kid were an adventure.

 Sadly as gas prices rose, in the early 70s, gas station owners gave people the opportunity to save a few cents at the pump and let them self serve their own gas. I know that in Oregon and New Jersey, you are not allowed to pump your own gas, someone does it for you; however, you do not get that service with a smile, nor anything else but your gas.

I never thought I would ever see these gas attendants go, but they sure did, they are a thing of the past, much like what is happening to our banker. I have no doubt that bank clerks will be a thing of the past and one day you will see an article that says “do you remember bank clerks?”

 So, back to the original statement, do you remember the full service gas stations?