Ya Know You're Old When....

The standard by which age is judged is if you remember where you were when you heard Kennedy (JFK) had been shot.

Freshman in college--Art Workshop--thot it was a sick joke at first.

Everyone went to the Student Center to see it on the TV's.
 
... not having to chase the roman army out of your backyard...

My grandfather used a gas lamp, for he was a miner, and I carried coal myself when I was a kid for warming our room, but you really used a well?? Did you live in a remote countryside?

No. In a small town. "Company's water" was available but you had to pay to have it connected and then pay an annual charge for the water. Water from your own well was free except for the labour in pumping it up. Some nearby houses had a tank upstairs and the first person up in the morning (originally the downstairs maid) would have to pump for about ten minutes to fill the tank. But water from the tank was not acceptable for tea-making. According to Mrs Beeton it "should be freshly drawn from the well".

Earth Closets: I used to stay with one of my mother's cousins from time to time. She had an outhouse on wheels at the end of the garden. Each Spring she, later on her gardener, would dig a long trench the width of the garden. The outhouse would be positioned over one end of the trench. Inside was a simple wooden box, open at the bottom above the trench with a toilet seat on top. Toilet paper would be torn squares of newspaper.

Everyone using the outhouse would throw a trowelful of earth down the hole after the newspaper. Every few weeks the outhouse would be rolled a couple of feet along the trench, ending at the other side of the garden next Spring.

The outhouse would be moved over the newly dug trench for the next year. The trench just filled in would be left for a year and then used for part of the vegetable plot. Over a period of many years the whole garden would be manured...

Where I was born, our house and the neighbour's house shared an earth closet but fixed in one place. A bucket was placed in the box. Again earth would be put through the toilet seat into the bucket. Every week the bucket would be emptied into a hole dug in the garden. The neighbours took turns to empty the bucket and the gardens shared the product. At peak periods when the extended family was visiting the bucket might have to be emptied daily.

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I remember my Mom's parents living on the farm with running water in the house from a tank filled by a windmill :D
 
One Sunday morning we were getting ready to go to church when the milkman's horse deposited a dump outside next door's house. The people next door went to a different church that had an earlier service so they were already out.

Our C of E Vicar lived next door but one.

My father got the shovel ready to collect the dump for his garden but waited for the Vicar to leave.

The Vicar came out of his house in his canonicals...









...and shoveled up the dump first.

How long has it been since milkmen delivered milk on a Sunday morning with a horse drawn cart?

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One Sunday morning we were getting ready to go to church when the milkman's horse deposited a dump outside next door's house. The people next door went to a different church that had an earlier service so they were already out.

Our C of E Vicar lived next door but one.

My father got the shovel ready to collect the dump for his garden but waited for the Vicar to leave.

The Vicar came out of his house in his canonicals...










...and shoveled up the dump first.

How long has it been since milkmen delivered milk on a Sunday morning with a horse drawn cart?

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I remember quite well, even rather recently, milkmen delivering milk door to door by truck, but I don't think they even do that any more. At least, I don't see them.

I also remember the ice man delivering ice by horse-drawn cart. I know that is no longer done, not even by truck.
 
...when you remember reading about the theory of "bucky balls" and saw how other scientists just laughed at the idea....


(god, I am such a geek:()
 
Just saw a post on another site listing "Obsolete Technical Skills" and realized I'm good at several :eek:

Simple stuff like: dialing a rotary phone, using carbon paper to make copies, and changing the gas mixture on your car's carburetor. :rolleyes:

I used to be a master at tweaking a carb for milage :D
 
When a nickle would get you a weeks worth of candy and they were twice the size they are now!
Hersheys with almonds was the end all be all of chocolate - then Along came mounds and almond joy....
ten cents qould get you a tall bottle of coke that was perfectly icy.
When a blizzard meant you got to slog through 3 feet of snow to get to school - snow day? whats that?
When running out of fuel because of said blizzard every one piled into the the living roomwith all available blankets cats dogs kiddies and parents to stay warm - with the only working fireplace in a house that had four of them.
When breaking ice was common if you set your cup down for too long in the winter.
When Microwaves were the coolest, newest and most dangerous appliance you could have - and how terrible it made food taste... (still does to me)
When running two gallons of water per child to the four gardens you had to feed yourself with - because of no rain and the pond going dry (hence the pump not working) - all damned day in the heat of summer.
When the best fun was playing softball with your friends in the fields around your house instead of stuck playing baseball on the computer....
When LED Calculators were introduced to highschool students admidst high controversy - as they wouldnt know how to do it by hand anymore....
When 4 kids and two dogs rode in the back of the pickup truck at 55 miles an hour and we werent allowed to cry if we let something fly out - our fault ya know?
I was born after JFK - 2 months to be exact - but I remember Bobby Kennedy - just - mainly I remember my mothers hysterics....
Having milk meant trading something you had put up (canned, preserved)
When having meat on the table meant everyone in the family had to help slaughter and dress the pigs, cows and chickens you either raised yourself, traded or bought from your neighbor. Two of my worst childhood memories are of slaughtering our pigs - and chopping off chicken heads.... EGADS!!!!
When having a pet meant that you also had to be able to shoot it if it was suffering.
Spending hours shaking the quart jar of skimmed cream to make our butter
Getting up before dawn to make sure the critters were fed before you could eat and go to school.
When hanging out in the hayloft and playing cowboys and indians was the CREAM of the Crop in playtime.
When swimming meant finding the deepest swimming hole in the creek that ran the back forty - after they threw you in to make you learn to swim!
When sunburn was treated with Noxema or nothing at all -
White Paste!
When owning a book was like being a king (queen)...
Ultraman and Speed Racer
Godzilla and Bruce Lee
When the grocery store, lumber store, post office and police station occupied the same building, with the gas pump and the firetruck parked outside.
When playing on the railroad tracks and collecting spikes were the biggest thrill to be had....
When going trick or treating meant being pollyanna or pippy longstocking or shirley temple - and the only thing you had to worry about was Mrs. Simmons awful oatmeal cookies....
When christmas consisted of hunting down your own tree dragging it back to the house and setting it up with cranberries and popcorn that you strung yourself - and your gifts on christmas morning consisted of socks, underwear, a sweater or hat and gloves and ONE toy usually something you had been pining over for months if not years.
When Jewelery was precious and had belonged to your great gramma

The list goes on - hehehe
man oh man sometimes I miss it (not the horrible things that happened to us kids at the hands of stepfather)
Just the simplicity
 
When you thought that riding in a child seat on the back of your mother's bicycle was going fast. No cars ever passed her.

That was because there weren't any cars in use locally. Petrol was for essential war work only. All deliveries came by train and then horse and cart.

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I remember when Disneyland opened in California. I felt old when a private joined my Reserve unit who didn't even remember Viet Nam.
 
Hopefully you will be :D

And if you're anything like some of the "old" ladies I know you'll still be enjoying life. ;)

One of our centenarians was asked her recipe for longevity. She replied:

"Sex, wine, gin and tonic and more sex..."

The local paper edited her words. :rolleyes:

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Don't journalists just stick in your craw? When my m-i-l announced that she had met a new gentleman on a cruise and that "everything worked" my reaction was "you go, grandma!" though the wife was a bit embarrassed.
 
Freshman in college--Art Workshop--thot it was a sick joke at first.

Everyone went to the Student Center to see it on the TV's.

My mother was a zygote when Kennedy was shot...

shrugs

Maharat
 
Don't journalists just stick in your craw? When my m-i-l announced that she had met a new gentleman on a cruise and that "everything worked" my reaction was "you go, grandma!" though the wife was a bit embarrassed.

I think most people, if they have a good relationship with their mil, woud have reacted about the same as you did. I also think most people would react like your wife did if it was their mother.
 
My mother was a zygote when Kennedy was shot...

shrugs

Maharat

My mother was nine when Kennedy was shot...

But the first time I felt old was actually when I was seventeen. Those of us who were auditioning for drum major were in the band room during lunch working on our conducting patterns. We all had tapes with music that the director wanted us to develop conducting routines to, but none of us had brought them. One of the girls said, "Well it came from this record, why don't we just put this on?" And she opened the stereo, put the record on the spindle, and then said, "Uh, does anybody know how to work a record player?" I did so I set it up.

That was spring 1996. She was only a year younger than me.

A great way to feel old now (at my age anyway) is to listen to teenagers ask what a cassette or VHS tape is.
 
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My mother was nine when Kennedy was shot...

But the first time I felt old was actually when I was seventeen. Those of us who were auditioning for drum major were in the band room during lunch working on our conducting patterns. We all had tapes with music that the director wanted us to develop conducting routines to, but none of us had brought them. One of the girls said, "Well it came from this record, why don't we just put this on?" And she opened the stereo, put the record on the spindle, and then said, "Uh, does anybody know how to work a record player?" I did so I set it up.

That was spring 1996. She was only a year younger than me.

A great way to feel old now (at my age anyway) is to listen to teenagers ask what a cassette or VHS tape is.

Now, this makes me feel REALLY old. I' not sure what a VHS tape is because I think of it as being so modern. Of course, a cassette could be either audio or video. :D
 
Now, this makes me feel REALLY old. I' not sure what a VHS tape is because I think of it as being so modern. Of course, a cassette could be either audio or video. :D

My father's original Dictaphone recorded on red wax 78rpm records. He replaced that with a wire recorder, then a reel-to-reel tape recorder running at 15ips.

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You know you're old when...

Nobody but you remembers 'Lucky Cakes' and they only cost a nickel.

You remember when a brownie with icing only cost a dime.

You remember when 'Tab' was first introduced.

You remember 'Riverview' and the 'Silver Streak'.

You remember when the 'Hula Hoop' first came out.

Some of these are local things to Chicago...'Riverview' was an amusement park, the 'Silver Streak' was a ride at 'Riverview' (roller coaster).

'Lucky Cakes' may have been a local food product, two layers of chocolate cake with cream in between. Mmmmm tasty. Kind of like SusieQs from Hostess except Lucky Cakes were round and about 4" across, 10 centimeters for you metric peeps.
 
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