posted on Feb, 5 2012 @ 11:07 AM
Thought I'd check in here, lots of old dudes like myself it seems. I too have fond memories. 58 my last birthday. Wrench puller for 38 years.
I remember when you could fill the tank of an Oldsmobile for nine dollars. For twelve dollars, you could fill it with Premium. Soda Pop came in a
returnable bottle that was worth cash in your hand. Milk also came in returnable bottles. We had a milk cow that gave five gallons of cream rich milk
every day, you had to shake the milk jar to mix up the cream. Everything was cooked in Lard, or Animal Grease.
We hardly ever got sick, and when we did, a mixture of honey, lemon juice, and Old Grandads, coupled with cooked onion grease healed us right up. Kids
were not too good to go through the windshield with their parents. My Mom used to complain all the way home from grocery shopping for the week, for 6
people now, that it cost "a whole $20!"
I rode to school in a 58 Ford Superior Coach bus, the bus driver would cross a hump bridge at 60 miles an hour so the kids in the back seats got a
nice jump up from the seats as the bus bounced. If the driver got mad at you, he would put you off the bus right there, and you walked home. Happened
In grade school, we took toy guns to school, and played at shooting each other at recess. I always had a toy gun of some kind on me. It was second
nature to do this. We played in the creek, and on coal barges, and once lived near a chemical plant where the run off was green and blue, and yellow.
In those days, a man was destined to work for a living. "Work hard, be on time, do your job well, and one day you can have a Home, and Family, and a
4 Wheel Drive, and perhaps a motorcycle." When you get old, or if you are hurt, and unable to work, the government will take care of you, you have a
Trust Fund that you pay into by law.
You can invest in a company and make easy money. The best stuff was Made in the USA, and it was cheap, and plentiful.
What a long, strange trip it's been.