so old I remember passing around the book ''face off'' on the school bus because it had a 1 page sex scene....if I remember correctly it was page 110 or 113...the book was about a Toronto maple leaf hockey player and here is some trivia...I went to be in the crowd scene when they were filming the movie version and I can be seen in one of the longshots Face-Off (1971 film) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Face-Off_(1971_film)
i'm so old, i think even einstine was still alive when i was little. i know ghandi and tolkin both were. and tolkin still was the first time i read the hobbit. (or am i getting einstine and ghandi mixed up as to which one died first?) and findhorn was still coming into bloom when i read the magic of findhorn. i'm so old, i can remember more good things and more bad things, then i can remember what they were. i remember the day they launched sputnik! i remember everything they taught us in school in the u.s., that was bad about russia. and today every one of those things is typical of today's u.s. and it wasn't liberals who made it that way. i'm so old i remember fallout shelters and 'duck and cover'. i remember 16mm black and white educational films in school. projectors on carts and movie screens that pulled down over the blackboards.
I think he died in 1955. My parents had stories of Einstein when my Dad was at Princeton. My Dad saw him in an art museum and my Mom saw him while she and my two older sisters were sitting on the grass beside a river/lake ( I am not sure which). My Mom was pregnant with me so I was there as well just not out there yet. Einstein went by in a boat and when he saw my two sisters (3-5 years old) he waved at them and my Mom and laughed. That would have been in 1950.
i was born in 1948. i'm not sure what year ghandi was killed. tolkin i think died some time in the 60s never met einstine, but alvares gave me a tour of the linear accellerator at stanford back in the late 60s or early 70s some time.
I remember going to buy shoes--( my name is Buster Brown-I live in a shoe. This is my dog tige--he lives in there too) ----and you would stand on a machine with your feet inside and you could look down through a screen and see ALL your foot bones in x-ray fashion! That's how they figured your size instead of on one of those sliding thingys.
i remember buster brown, but i only remember those sliding thingies to measure your feet with. i remember shoes lasting for years instead of months. and shoe repair places that would put new soles and heals on them when they wore down. and little old guys who ran them who slept on a cot in a room in the back of their shop too. and little hotplate like heaters they used to keep the contact cement they glued them together with hot and liquid.
Levis' were 4.95, Converse-(about the only tennis shoes available) were 8 or 9 bucks, shirts were 4 or 5 bucks, coats 10 to 25 bucks and 30 bucks worth of groceries would just about fill a pickup bed. Movies= 12 cents until one became 13--then it went way up to a quarter. 2 movies, a cartoon , and short subjects. (no TV.)
I am supposed to remember for me and for my Dad (92). He has started to have memory issues although he tells the doctor that just his children think that he does. I am always good at remembering his stuff but keep forgetting my stuff. The brain is only so large my stuff keeps falling out.
My mom always liked to compare how old my grandmother was to how old my mom was. 4 more years and she wont be able to do that anymore. I always found it too much work figuring out where we were when my mom was my age.
I remember heating our little three room house dug into the ground with two coal fired potbelly stoves. The roof was covered with tar paper and leaked every time it rained, rats ran under the floor boards. We had no phone and one time the neighbor's cows trampled our garden, we opened the door to find them trying to get into the house. I remember the mumps, the measles, chicken pox, and whooping cough, the doctor would come to the house with his little black bag. We built our own baseball field and limed the baselines once a week. Old baseballs and bats were wrapped in tape to make them last longer. We played "Roundsies" and "Fly or First Bounce" as we never had enough people to make up two teams. I remember when you supplied the potato for Mr. Potato Head, I remember coon skin caps, hula hoops, paint by numbers, and silly putty. In the spring G.C. Murphys had dyed chicks and painted turtles. I remember coal dust on my face, the smell of coke ovens in the night, and the glow of melting steel twenty miles away. Red Dog slag from the coke ovens was spread on the road. I remember government cheese, powered milk and eggs, and my mother picking dandelions for salads. I would help out by turning the crank on the wringer washer and filling the glass bottles with fuel for the kerosene stove. Later on I remember Elvis on TV for the first time, Sputnik and Telstar, and the warnings not to eat the snow due to fear of radiation poisoning. In time the unrest came and the acid wars. I remember protests on campus, riots in the streets, and free concerts in unknown fields I could never find again. I remember the state police arriving in mass and a helicopter landing in the park. To stoned to flee we sat on our blanket and talked to the captain and his guards. Ten hours later I was three states away and heading south. I remember the attempt to levitate the Pentagon, missing Woodstock, and finding parties everywhere I went. The whole country was on the move... I remember when "The Dream" was over.
people get tired of anything remaining the same very long, and that's not always a bad thing. its not even usually a bad thing. but it was a big part of both what started the dream, and what ended it. though i think its a bit of an exageration to say it hadn't already existed to some degree, nor the it ever entirely ended. for me, ragun was the end of the dream. what him and khomani cooked up, to prevent a second carter term and world peace, which was between 77 and 79, which were also the first years an ordinary person could go to a store and buy a computer they could afford, that they didn't have to build from a kit. i remember most of those things. i missed woodstock by being in the air-force. my parents weren't well enough off to buy me a college deferment, and i'd never hitched, so hitching to canada was just beyond my serious contemplation. we never got to live in a mother earth house, though my dad dreamed of such things. so i came late to the so called drug scene. loved the people. wasn't impressed by the high. elvis was before i started highscool. beatles came along soon after i did. yup i remember seeing their landing on the ed sullivan show. and the first season of star trek. smothers brothers and the monkeys. we had deer and blackberries in our yard. that was in colfax california. then we lived in the railroad company houses at norden on donner summit. my dad was telegrapher towerman clerk, for the southern pacific railroad, who's sacramento devision, was the old central pacific, the first transcontinental railroad. from 51, when i was 3 years old, until they made him retire in 1981. i was living in oregon at the time they did, from 77 to 87. the first couple of years i lived up there, was at a kind of half assed commune we called bed spring acres, in southern oregon, near wilderville, which was near grants pass. accross the fence was a national forrest, where herb was grown for the sake of deniability. of course i had no idea who had anything to do with growing it. just that it was always available free and in abundance. 81, besides raygun, was also mt st helens, and my furst computer that worked, an osi c1p. 6502 cpu and 5k of ram, basic in rom and a tape drive for external storage. expanded to 8k on board. and a lot of making stuff with parts from surplus stores.
I remember when people turned to look when the Walmart inventory control alarm at the exit door sounded.
specifically i remember diesel being 25 cents a gallon when gas was 64. and that was when i was already a teen ager in high school. thank the illogic of money. diesel takes less refining that gasoline. there's no other reason it should cost more then people willing to pay it. i remember when you could fix everything on a car yourself, and most high school kids did. (if they had parents who could afford a car.) (my parents could have either afforded a car, or to live someplace decent, but not both, so they chose to live someplace decent instead. until the year i graduated highschool, when they finally could afford both, and did.)
Yeah, every weekend. Bondo the body, gap the plugs, adjust the brakes, file the voltage regulator points, rewire the parking lights, free up the heat riser, repair the exhaust, re-adjust the carb, time the ignition, un-jam the transmission linkage, tear the door apart to fix the window, re-glue the headliner, replace a heater or radiator hose, replace the ball joints, control arm, shock absorbents and or springs, add a pillow to the driver's seat to replace the lost seat stuffing, rebuild a wheel cylinder, bleed the brakes, etc., etc. etc. Fun, fun, fun....