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When I was a kid....

When I was a kid, playing Knicky Knicky Nine Door was considered causing mischief.
 
Remote phones and long distance charges and Windows 3.something
 
When I was a kid we played outside for hours and sometimes our parents didn't know where we were. We didn't eat detergent. We had one TV in the house and only three channels. We had a two party line phone and my parents complained if we talked too long. My parents told us to carry a dime with us to make a phone call on a public phone if we needed to. Toy guns and playing cowboys were favorite things to do when we were young.
 
Listening to stories on the 4ft tall radio, with it's wooden grilled cloth speaker cover, glowing yellow rectangular dial, and red "power" light. I would often just lay on the oval braided rag rug in front of it, and let my mind wander.

Then we get a black and white T.V. Both the radio and T.V. had to warm up for a little bit before they would work.

I could only watch "The Three Stooges" at other kids' houses, because Mom thought they were too rough.
 
When I was a kid, if you wanted information you couldn't just whip out a tiny little box and ask it to show you, nor could you go to your local library to search for the info...

No, when I was a kid you actually had to track down the people who had the info you needed and beat it out of them. Most people just weren't willing to share.
 
When I was a kid I used to love to play lawn darts...

Told my brothers that the goal was to catch them...

I always wanted to be an only child :lol:


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^ Those are banned up here in Canada. They can't even legally be sold in yard sales. I just checked Ebay Canada. Lots for sale, but not a single one from Canada. About 90% are from the US with the others coming from the UK and Australia under different names.
 
When I was a kid, life was wonderful! We had 3 channels on a black and white tv. The tv antenna was controlled by a rotor. One of the channels was "educational tv"- N.E.T.. When the teacher or librarian wheeled that cart into the classroom with a large black and white tv, it was cause for celebration. We had one or two dial phones in the house. My parents got along and loved each other and us fiercely. Yes, I had Matchbox cars, still have a few of them along with a few other toys and my teddy bear. The Andy Griffith Show, Beverly Hillbillies, Gunsmoke, Petticoat Junction, Laugh In, Dragnet, Adam 12, Family Affair and Gentle Ben were popular night time tv shows. The Edge of Night, Love of Life, Search for Tomorrow, The Secret Storm, As The World Turns and The Guiding Light were our housekeeper's and my favorites. Gas was 35 cents a gallon. Our family life was full of cherished people- family members and family friends who are now cherished memories. Boys in the neighborhood teased me. The girls were my preferred playmates. I hated P.E. but loved recess. My teachers and my minister were very important to me. I was friends with some of the adult women in the neighborhood- some of them I would watch the soaps with. I had a crush on the straight man who lived across the street as well as several male teachers.





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When school was over for the summer, we'd be "kicked out" of the house, after breakfast, with the only stipulation being we had to be home when the street lights came on. Come to think of it, the village was so small I'm now amazed they had street lights.

I remember when the stop light was put up at the intersection of Main Street and Plum Street. On Main it was red on top, and green on the bottom, On Plum it was green on top, and red on the bottom. It only had a central light top and bottom, with differing lenses.

My dad happened to be color blind. He'd tend to run the red light, or stop on green, on Plum Street. Everyone knew to watch out for his car. It was a good thing that Constable Bosley was a member of our church, Dad being the minister.

We'd ride our bikes around gathering our friends on their bikes without any particular destination, or plan, in mind. Some times we'd head for the creek to build a dam, then we'd go "skinny dipping" in the "swimming hole" we'd created.

Our standard "uniform" was a T-shirt, shorts, briefs, and tennies (sneakers), no socks.

Sometimes we'd get lucky and score an empty refrigerator box from the little appliance store. Rip of the top and bottom, get inside, crawl around, or roll down a hill, trampling it into a "tank tread". And, when that wore out, we'd rip off sections to use as sleds down the crushed slippery grass of the hill.

We'd also check out the cars at the Chrysler/Plymouth/De Soto dealer, or the Chevy's or Fords. These were basically service stations with a one car showroom, and a few service bays.

Lunch would be at whoever's house we were closest to, which turned out to be shared fairly equally. Baloney sandwiches, or PB&J, with a glass of milk. Maybe we'd get lucky and have Mac 'n' Cheese with sliced hot dogs in it, or baked beans with sliced hot dogs in it.

We might get a baseball game going, or just hike through the woods to build a fort.

Sometimes, if it was a warm night, we'd be allowed to play "Hide And Seek", or "Kick The Can", after dinner, provided we stayed near the house(s), and kept quiet.

We thought we were as free as birds to do whatever we pleased. What we weren't aware of, thanks to telephones, our parents always knew where we were, and what we were up to. Everybody knew who everybody else was, and word traveled far more than efficiently.

We didn't appreciate how lucky all of us were in those halcyon days of innocence and exploration.
 
Kyanimal said:
We'd ride our bikes around gathering our friends on their bikes without any particular destination, or plan, in mind. Some times we'd head for the creek to build a dam, then we'd go "skinny dipping" in the "swimming hole" we'd created.
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Sod dam?

We had a swimming hole, too, in a natural 'pool' in the bend of the creek. It wasn't very big, but deep enough to jump into from a rope swing. It's where I taught myself to swim.
 
Kyanimal said:
On Plum it was green on top, and red on the bottom. It only had a central light top and bottom, with differing lenses.

My dad happened to be color blind. He'd tend to run the red light, or stop on green, on Plum Street.
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I saw the same thing in Ohio in the early 70s (in Xenia, pre-tornado, maybe?) and immediately wondered what somebody with red-green color blindness does. Same thing with traffic lights mounted horizontally which weren't all that rare at the time. Thankfully I've seen neither in decades.
 
gsdx said:
Sod dam?

We had a swimming hole, too, in a natural 'pool' in the bend of the creek. It wasn't very big, but deep enough to jump into from a rope swing. It's where I taught myself to swim.
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We would use fallen limbs and rocks, then try digging out the bottom to make it deeper, and use the mud for packing the dam.

We'd spend a couple days at "the project", and maybe end up with a small "pool" perhaps knee deep. And, if we didn't keep at it, it would wash away, and we'd have to start all over.

frankfrank said:
I saw the same thing in Ohio in the early 70s (in Xenia, pre-tornado, maybe?) and immediately wondered what somebody with red-green color blindness does. Same thing with traffic lights mounted horizontally which weren't all that rare at the time. Thankfully I've seen neither in decades.
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It was in Ohio! A picturesque, idyllic, village, among hills, and on a river. (We weren't allowed to go near the river. Too dangerous.) It's name is Gnadenhutten.

https://duckduckgo.com/?q=Gnadenhutten&bext=wcr&atb=v95-5_f&ia=maps

Those two light, eight lens, traffic lights were just within the budget of little towns.

Back then, traffic lights were suspended over the middle of intersections. When corner poles began being used, Dad would also have a tendency to not see them because he was looking up, not to the sides. #-o
 
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