It is Terrible Now but Fine Then

[Selassie I]

NO! The color of the machine!

LOL

Doh... your memory is way better than mine.

 

[RamFan503]

My uncle was a manager at Busch Gardens when I was a kid. They would allow kids to sample a beer with their parents’ permission. It was a little Budweiser cup - probably about 2oz.

 

[Farr Be It]

My uncle was a manager at Busch Gardens when I was a kid. They would allow kids to sample a beer with their parents’ permission. It was a little Budweiser cup - probably about 2oz.

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVTq0jBRWSA

 

[fearsomefour]

In my neighborhood we were big on mud ball fights and BB gun battles.

Hell yeah.
Dirt Claude and rock fights. Haha. Good times.

 

[LesBaker]

LOL look what I found.........the British version of the game you are talking about.

 

[fearsomefour]

We used to play “smear the queer” with the football in the sandbox. ball:

It was the best.
And if you threw it up to avoid being tackled you were branded as the queer.
Good times.

 

[Oldgeek]

My home town.

Yes for those of us close to a bridge over the Mississippi. Dupo, IL must have had 8 package beer stores back then. Then Columbia, IL had a few taverns too. I remember a small tavern there (that was still there 10 years ago) where my friend and I spent the afternoon drinking 35 cents Buds. It had three fairly tall stone steps up from the sidewalk. When we left I missed all three. Never felt a thing. Went straight to ball practice. Oh to be young and stupid rather than old and stupid.

 

[Oldgeek]

I had to walk 10 miles to school, the worst part was the big T-Rex at the 5 mile mark. Sorry blue font

 

[Oldgeek]

Lots of tackle football with no gear so we usually played until there was a broken arm or collar bone

 

[coconut]

My home town.

Small world. The place we bought beer the most was called Margaret's in Dupo.

 

[Oldgeek]

Back in the 1960's we would drive to E St Louis and had a bum go into the bar and buy our beer. Two bucks is all he wanted. I looked 13 when I was 17 so that was the best way to get beer .Margaret's was always asking for an I'd.

 

[coconut]

Lots of tackle football with no gear so we usually played until there was a broken arm or collar bone

Back in the 1960's we would drive to E St Louis and had a bum go into the bar and buy our beer. Two bucks is all he wanted. I looked 13 when I was 17 so that was the best way to get beer .Margaret's was always asking for an I'd.

My beer buying days in Dupo were 1977-79 and Margaret's never disappointed. When Margaret's was closed we would go up to a small concrete block building in E.StL that was all by itself surrounded by empty lots from buildings burned down. There was only a bullet proof window to walk up to and a mic to speak into for your order. A big steel drawer opened to put your money in and drawer closed then opened again with your beer and change. Was always appreciative of Margaret's!

 

[RamBall]

Lots of tackle football with no gear so we usually played until there was a broken arm or collar bone

I tore my MCL playing park football. The other team said they win if I quit, so I played on. After we scored to tie the game I said next TD wins. I picked off their 1st pass and returned for the win. Then couldnt even pedal my bicycle home, my mom thought I was faking and made me go to school, no Dr visit. Found out 16 yrs later when my knee was MRI'd that I had torn my MCL at some point in time due to the scar tissue. I knew was fucked up when I saw the inside of my knee hit the ground before any other part of my body.

 

[Riverumbbq]

My how things have changed. Especially involving safety. What do you remember from your childhood? Examples please.

Here's a baby in an overhead cradle on an airplane in the early 1950s. I wonder if it was water tight?

 

[Faceplant]

 

[LesBaker]

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I remember the sound those made when you pulled the handle in and out.

 

[coconut]

I remember the sound those made when you pulled the handle in and out.

Are you still talking about the cig machine or is that a pervy Freudian slip?

 

[Mackeyser]

Playing in the neighborhood with friends, all day, without the need to call home and/or check in. Gone in the morning, home by dinner. That's all that was planned. No worries.

Yep, I remember my Nana in the summer... I knew she was taking me with her on her errands if he put out an outfit for me.

Otherwise, it was eat breakfast and a quick boot outside with an "don't come back 'til dinner. And don't be late" I didn't have a watch...and I was never late for dinner...

 

[Loyal]

It was early 1970's Southern California, especially in summer. This was when a lucky family MIGHT have had a window unit A/C unit, and everyone else opened their windows and relied on fans/screen doors.

Mom would order us out of the house because we'd get on her nerves, I guess. She didn't have to tell me to do it becuase I could be in some sort of ball game within 15 minutes and it would last until dark. Mother's would scream kids names when dinner was ready, and my Mom would say "I better not have to yell, twice..." I bet that doesn't exist in America so much anymore...