Ya Know You're Old When....

No, '74 would be the year my daughter was born. I graduated high school in '69.

You are in Tx's ballpark :cool:

Well done sir :D
If we'd known we were gonna live this long we might have taken better care of these bodies :rolleyes:
 
Wow... a lot of these i actually remember, but that's only because i grew up in China, and lived their till i was 7, heh :eek:
 
Hells bells people--you have been describing 3/4 of my life so far. :D

I remember Alan Freed--the birth of Rock 'n Roll--doo-wop--the Stroll and the Shag--nickel juke boxes--!0 cent comics--milk in bottles--'55 Chevy's were new cars--drive-in's..restaurants and movies..polio..Korean War--Cold War--the first fighter jets deployed--hula hoops--slip n' slide--Elvis---Jerry lee Lewis--Little Richard--Dion and The Belmonts--phonographs--33 1/3 & 45 rpm records...when MAD magazine was a comic book...black and white tv and rooftop antennas..all the sitcoms on Nick at Night when they were new...tailfins on cars...custom fitted suits...no childproof caps on pill bottles.

Takes me back :)
 
When TV was black and white.

When there was no Pizza Hut, McDonald's or KFC.

When marbles and yoyos were the toys.

When milk was delivered to your door (and so was bread)
 
music was played on enormous vynil disks..i had 500..hard to store..lol

smokes were $1 a pack and you could go buy them for your old man

we rode in the back of pick up trucks

you didn't have to wear seatbelts

nickle and dime bags

lsd was $5 a hit..still is amazingly.:devil:
 
Thank you, old people, for reviving my faith in your species. :D It's kind of nice to see you elderly folks not being one bit cranky or curmudgeonly.

But seriously, I've been wondering a lot lately if you're just supposed to get mean when you hit 50 or if it's all the pesticides in the air around here that make the old people that way. Not that 50 is even "old." It just seems to be when the meanness sets in in these parts.
 
How ironic I should find this thread....today.

My "go to sleep" book for the last several nights is Bill Bryson's "Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid, A memoir".....

It is a truly wonderful book.... as many of his books are. I was first exposed to him while working in England.... where, at the time, he was probably the best known American author... at least with the people I knew. For many there, it was their discovery that an American could actually have a sense of humor....

But I digress (it's the old age thing...) THIS book is a laugh out loud journey back in time...... and the memories come flooding back to me with more than a couple joyful tears...

I warmly commend it to all you other "old farts" out there.... as well as any "old farts to be".....

-KC
 
You're really old when:

- Your Minesweeper comes up with a Normandy scenario,
- your Word opens automatically with last_will.doc,
- you don't buy green bananas anymore,
- you use a 42" Monitor,
- service guaranteed for the lifetime - of the user,
and
- if not pressing a key for two minutes there won't be a screensaver, but an automatic call to the next hospital.

So rest assured, nobody of us is old yet! :D
 
I had this happen to me on Wednesday: I got lost in the town I grew up in.
 
Here are the 3 Stages of sexuality: Tri-weekly, try weekly, and try weakly.
 
When your first record as a birthday present was 78rpm and you had to wind the player every record, and change the needle every two sides.

When the Royal Navy had so many aircraft carriers they were selling them off to Australia, France and other countries.

When a highlight of a trip to a Navy Day was getting inside the 15inch gun turret of the latest battleship.

When you started work on computers it was the first one in service in the city and ran on punch cards. Some of the skills necessary were the ability to recreate punch cards on a hand punch machine and to patch programs on the fly by entering the data byte by byte on a row of switches on the side of the CPU.

When you had your own civilian gas mask.

When all your toys at Christmas had been made by Grandpa from driftwood.

When people you recruited have retired.

When one of your old schools has changed site and buildings twice. When another has changed use three times and is now a girls' school.

When the office you started work in is now part of a World Heritage Site.

When you go to a museum site and the re-enactors are portraying things that happened in your lifetime.

When kids ask what you did in the First World War.

When one of your aunts used to tell you about how she enjoyed Queen Victoria's Diamond Jubilee celebrations, celebrated the Relief of Mafeking, and watched Queen Victoria's funeral procession.

When a great-aunt you knew well had a father born before Victoria was crowned.

Og
 
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heehee...

I have no idea what you're talkin bout:rolleyes:

I used one at my first job.


They were about 3 inches by 6 or 7 inches, sort of stiff and back in the day one used them to program computers.

http://www.columbia.edu/acis/history/cards.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punch_card

You are the only person that remembers rotary phones. (I still have one in my kitchen, working).

phone numbers started with letters

You remember when "dialing" the phone actually meant turning the dial of the numbers.

And it came in one color - Black.
 
My Mom has two in use now :D

I also remember phone #s with letters :D

Remember when a local call only required the last 4 numbers? :p

I remember when you just lifted the phone in the call box and the operator asked you "What number please?". There was no dial on the phone.

I remember phones in one of my offices where we had to wind the handle on the side to get the phone to ring at the operator's desk.

I remember when you had to ask for a trunk call and might have to wait several hours before the operator called you back.

Og
 
I remember when you just lifted the phone in the call box and the operator asked you "What number please?". There was no dial on the phone.

I remember phones in one of my offices where we had to wind the handle on the side to get the phone to ring at the operator's desk.

I remember when you had to ask for a trunk call and might have to wait several hours before the operator called you back.

Og

Or when there were "party lines" and you had to count the rings to see if the call was for you. (You could also listen in on the obscene phone calls coming from and going to your neighbors) :D
 
I totally know i am asking to be called various sickeningly 'young' related things, but what the fuck are Party Lines?
 
The standard by which age is judged is if you remember where you were when you heard Kennedy (JFK) had been shot.
 
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