Quick Sherman - Into the Way-Back Machine

Dummies kind of creep me out now.
IT'S HOWDY DOODY TIME!!

 

I also remember Howdy Doody- >-you.re not missing too much Skip

The kids tells me you can still get cherry bombs and m-80,s but you gotta venture into chinatown (inNYC) and the cops no longer see it as no big deal- You would think your buying uranium-

 

My aunt in Georgia had a kinda unique door stop. She would take her Sears & Roebuck catalog, open it up and glue the front cover to the back cover. The thing is - the catalog was well over 1000 pages and made a formidable door stop. It was a truly amazing thing to see - page after page of stuff to order.

 

Our Sears Wish Book stayed in the Outhouse. You could read a page then recycle it.

Softer than corn cobs

 

:iagree:

 

Playing in the woods a couple of miles from our house without our folks freaking out 'cause we were out of their sight. Catching frogs and little turtles from a pond at Mud Lake. Lighting cattails (marsh plant) on fire to use as torches. Attaching baseball cards to the spokes of our bike & pretend it was a motorcycle. Trick or Treat at night. Listening to rock & roll on the transistor radio with the little ear bud under the covers at night. Looking up at the night sky and actually seeing stars because there wasn't so much neon light and smog. Trusting strangers to not be weirdo assholes. Showing respect to parents, teachers and other adults. What I remember most is just being a kid without all the angst of today and just loving to be free and alive.

 

Ya know after giving this a little thought- - It would be nice to go back an live the late sixes ( to after i came home- into the early 70,s)- - but I wouldnt look forward to the whole heroin thing again. And knowing what I know now- -I might have went to Toronto to flip burgers, instead of what I hadda do)
I think I would like to use the way back machine to venture into the late 1800,s - civil war over- -expansion of the west (not happy about fucking, the native americans)- -but the era of exploring the US when it was very new, panning for gold, the cowboy time- seems interesting.
Givin another shot- -the 30s and 40s- with the rush of european immigrant's, and me being of sicilian descent might be interesting. Many on my fathers side were... we,ll lets just say not the most upstanding citizens back then.
With money to be made during prohibition, and the thousands of speak easies, it was a wild time. . but the depression during this era ..might have put me on a few freight trains- again something there is a romance about- right or wrong, I think I just have offbeat genes in my DNA

BTW- loved sherman and peabody

 

"The good old days weren't always good. But tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems," Billy Joel.

Stay Brown,
Rev J

 

Born in '39 here, so no TV,no go carts(we made our own-ropes for steering-feet for brakes) all candy bars -5cents--big fat handmade burgers 25 c,milkshake -almost more than you could drink-30c,movies-12 c,BBs ,a nickel a tube. First job at 7 or 8 was slick talkin' people into letting me and my buddy Richard knock all the wasp nests down in their yards for a dime (BB $)and smack the little buggers with paddles as we stood right in there and fought 'em. I can still see Rich in his terrifed flight down the street with multiple wasps after him while he flailed his arms around.( I still stand in there and do battle with 'em if they come boiling out from a hiding place on the roof,while everyone else panics and piles down the ladder). We used to go to Pismo to dig huge clams and never lock our doors-no problem. Cars had no AC and we hung water bags from the front bumper to stay cool in case we needed a drink or the car boiled over in the 105 degree heat. The radios then were big stand -up pieces of nice furniture ,oftentimes with multiple bands to get overseas radio. And we would turn the lights out and listen to "The Green Hornet"--The Shadow" and "Inner Sanctum", a spooky one that started out with a creaking door. And "Let's Pretend" on saturday mornings--"plunk your magic twanger ,Frogee!" and off they'd go with some great story for kids.

Clove gum,Blackjack gum----oh where have you gone?

We could be gone all day doing--something?--just being kids. Riding our bikes--shooting BB guns-sometimes at each other-----------oh so much more. Wonderfull time to be a kid.

I grew up(?) across from our city park,where we had a band stand and the big bands from the 40s would come thru and play. The steetlights were real dim and there were only one on each side of the park ,so hide and seek and "you show me yours and I'll show you mine " were popular. The grownups would throw something on the street to slick it up and have street dances,sponsored by the city and hundreds would show up to dance and socialize. Yup--much more. It was great--------