Ernie Harwell!! What a great announcer he was for all those who grew up in Tiger territory.
In Greensboro, NC my first baseball team was playing little league for Burlington Industries in 1966. We had to buy the socks, white hose, and our sleeves. I do remember it being hot as we took salt tablets before practice. Had a thermos I took to practice with ice water. The concession stand had grape bubble gum. Still can smell it. Found a pocket knife there, still have it too. Everyone used a bat from the coach's old army duffle bag. When we got a new bat everyone wanted to try it before it cracked. Used to ride my bike to practice about 5 miles. Of course it was the bike I bought with the money I made delivering newspapers that morning. And I hated collecting money. One old lady was the best, she always gave me a dollar at Christmas time. The bike had a big basket that held lots of papers and my thermos. Boy it was cold in the winter. Came home with almost frozen feet once, my boots cracked and filled with cold water but I did finish my route before going home. Mom was mad.
I was one of the primer for tobacco. I was a big kid and could carry lots of leaves. Remember a field mouse scarring me to death once. Saw a bunch of snakes and some pretty scarry spiders too. Breakfast was at 4:30 (the cook started at 3 AM) and the house smelled of hot biscuits, sausage gravy and scrambled eggs and lots of cold milk. We hit the field by 5:15 and got ready and just before first light we started working. Nabs and a Nehi grape for lunch. Finished at the barn. A shower and in bed by 9. Best sleep ever.
S&H green stamps at the A&P grocery store. I was always checking the machines for left over stamps. Mom had books and books of them. We had an S&H redemtion store. Loads of household things.
I used to ride that same bike to school until the 7th grade.
No video games. We played kick the can, wiffle ball, hide and seek......boy we had some good times.
When we needed a break everyone walked over to the apple trees and picked a fresh apple or two for a snack. The neighbor did not mind. We also drank from the hose. Made lots of forts. In the fall it was leaves. Maple trees full of leaves. No mulching then. A rake and a sheet.
We caught lightning bugs, butterflies and bumble bees and put them in jars. Punched holes in the top with a knife.
I mowed yards. Average yard 2.00, large yard 2.50 and big yard 3.00. I walked up and down the neighborhood pushing my mower, carrying my gas can and went door to door on Saturday morning. Bought that mower for 10.00 from a neighbor who felt sorry for me and sold it cheap. Nice guy.
Every night was like Sunday dinner. Mom made a feast. All fresh from the farmer's market. Boy did I eat good.
Just some of the things that came to mind. Thanks for the journey down memory lane and I thank God for having a normal upbringing. I hope my kids can enjoy riding their bikes, playing ball and going fishing. Enjoy.....
I was one of the primer for tobacco. I was a big kid and could carry lots of leaves. Remember a field mouse scarring me to death once. Saw a bunch of snakes and some pretty scarry spiders too. Breakfast was at 4:30 (the cook started at 3 AM) and the house smelled of hot biscuits, sausage gravy and scrambled eggs and lots of cold milk. We hit the field by 5:15 and got ready and just before first light we started working. Nabs and a Nehi grape for lunch. Finished at the barn. A shower and in bed by 9. Best sleep ever.
S&H green stamps at the A&P grocery store. I was always checking the machines for left over stamps. Mom had books and books of them. We had an S&H redemtion store. Loads of household things.
I used to ride that same bike to school until the 7th grade.
No video games. We played kick the can, wiffle ball, hide and seek......boy we had some good times.
When we needed a break everyone walked over to the apple trees and picked a fresh apple or two for a snack. The neighbor did not mind. We also drank from the hose. Made lots of forts. In the fall it was leaves. Maple trees full of leaves. No mulching then. A rake and a sheet.
We caught lightning bugs, butterflies and bumble bees and put them in jars. Punched holes in the top with a knife.
I mowed yards. Average yard 2.00, large yard 2.50 and big yard 3.00. I walked up and down the neighborhood pushing my mower, carrying my gas can and went door to door on Saturday morning. Bought that mower for 10.00 from a neighbor who felt sorry for me and sold it cheap. Nice guy.
Every night was like Sunday dinner. Mom made a feast. All fresh from the farmer's market. Boy did I eat good.
Just some of the things that came to mind. Thanks for the journey down memory lane and I thank God for having a normal upbringing. I hope my kids can enjoy riding their bikes, playing ball and going fishing. Enjoy.....
Man all of this stuff sure is bringing back memories.
I was raised on a dairy farm. Got up a 6 every day
had to do chores before and after school.
Best summer memories:
Catching lightning bugs
Counting the stars, sky's so dark you could actually see the milky way, anyone seen that lately?
Getting the monarch butterfly's caterpillar and some
milk weed, putting it in a box and watch the caterpillar make a cocoon and the wait on the butterfly to emerge.
Going fishing, gigin frogs, exploring from morning to sun down and my mom never worrying.
playing football, baseball and basketball with
all my brothers and cousins and no parental interference.
Sitting on the back porch talking and making home made ice cream, and all the kids had to take turns
sitting on the freezer while our dads cranked it.
Being poor and never knowing it!!!
Those were such wonderful times.
I was raised on a dairy farm. Got up a 6 every day
had to do chores before and after school.
Best summer memories:
Catching lightning bugs
Counting the stars, sky's so dark you could actually see the milky way, anyone seen that lately?
Getting the monarch butterfly's caterpillar and some
milk weed, putting it in a box and watch the caterpillar make a cocoon and the wait on the butterfly to emerge.
Going fishing, gigin frogs, exploring from morning to sun down and my mom never worrying.
playing football, baseball and basketball with
all my brothers and cousins and no parental interference.
Sitting on the back porch talking and making home made ice cream, and all the kids had to take turns
sitting on the freezer while our dads cranked it.
Being poor and never knowing it!!!
Those were such wonderful times.
Thats funnny about being poor and not knowing it. I like that. LOL Yeah like when my kids say when are we going shopping for summer clothes and I remember never going shopping for summer clothes, we didnt need shoes because we were almost always barefoot and our shorts were cut offs that we cut off on the last day of school so we had shorts. Catching polywogs down at the ditch and keeping them.and watching them turn into little frogs and then letting them go. so much fun free stuff. we entertained ourselves thats for sure. I am glad we raised my son in a small town and I homeschooled him for several years and he really got to be a little boy and do all that fun stuff.Didnt have a lot of homework to tie him down so he had a lot of time to explore and have fun. great memories my childhood,I could sit and talk about this stuff forever. great post!!!!!
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Please do! We're all ears...grab a chair and let's hear some more!
Reading (listening to) these stories is very entertaining and relaxing...especially these days!
quote:Originally posted by fanofgame:
I could sit and talk about this stuff forever. great post!!!!!
Please do! We're all ears...grab a chair and let's hear some more!
Reading (listening to) these stories is very entertaining and relaxing...especially these days!
quote:Thats funnny about being poor and not knowing it. I like that. LOL Yeah like when my kids say when are we going shopping for summer clothes and I remember never going shopping for summer clothes, we didnt need shoes because we were almost always barefoot and our shorts were cut offs that we cut off on the last day of school so we had shorts.
I remember listening to a comedian talk about the fact that when he was a kid, his family was poor. He never noticed it. He just thought they were cheap!.
Growing up in Florida our shorts were cutoffs as well. I remember walking barefoot so much that the calouses were so tough that I could walk onhot asphalt. But...those dog gone sand spurs were annoying.
The good ol' days,....such a great thread this is. I have enjoyed envisioning your stories.
Stirs up the fond memories of a time way back when....
I grew up in California as a child.
Some of my fondest childhood memories are running barefoot all summer at my grandmothers.
( mom always made me wear shoes & make my bed. Grandma didnt.-
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We'd play marbles and jacks on her front porch for hours. TV was on rarely. No video games, few toys, but lots of love and its funny, but I have no memory of ever being bored.. The little things consumed our day.
She would hang the sheets on the line to dry and I would love the feel of the warm sidewalk beneath my barefoot tootsies as I ran through them. The smell of the honeysuckle bush outback combined with the smell of fresh bleach,.....nothin' like it. Every once in a while I'll get a wiff of that same smell today and am instantly thrown back in time.
My younger sister and I would lay on the grass and look up at the sky,...for hours,... avoiding bees in the clover and having contests as to who could catch the most ladybugs.....( a green one was worth double.)
We'd put on shows and plays with the neighborhood kids for their unsuspecting, and ever so patient, parents. We'd drag every lawn chair we could find out to the back yard,..and every towel or blanket to make a yard fort. When we got older we dug a fort down by the creek. Taking a cheese, potato chip, and white bread sandwich down there for lunch was a ritual.
Kickball,..hide and go seek,..and of course cul-de- sac baseball. Gosh those were the days!
I'd make biscuits and gravy with my grandmother some mornings. There was always fried saltpork and big beef steak tomatos on the side. Sometimes leftover cornbread and buttermilk too. That would be considered a cholesterol nightmare these days. We didnt think about stuff like that back then. There was always an orange cast iron beanpot on the stove,..and it was never empty. Smelled like heaven.
We'd walk the railroad line and pick out rocks, and antique old bottles...I still have my collections today in storage.
Our ears stay perked all day listening for the ice cream man. Cant recall how much a popscicle
or occasional fudgecicle cost back then,...but I do know I had an mayonnaise penny jar and it took all summer before it was empty. I remember handing the ice cream man my jar, and he'd take out what he needed. The trust back then,.... priceless.
As I got older, junior high age, my family moved to southern California. I'd spend all week babysitting so that I'd have enough money to ride the " beach bus " on Thursdays. It would come to our neighborhood and pick my friends and I up and take us to our favorite shoreline.
The floor and seats were covered in sand and would be scattered with surfboards hanging out the windows. We'd stay at the beach all day long, buy cinnamon taffy from the boardwalk, and come home before dark. No parents around,....ever. I cant believe they let me do that! We used plain old fashioned baby oil and would fry ourselves til we had the darkest tan you ever did see.
Then came along a company named Hawaiian Tropic,..and that brought tanning to a whole new level.-ha! ....
it also brought a delightful decade called the mid 70's with it as well. ( gasp!
)
Stirs up the fond memories of a time way back when....
I grew up in California as a child.
Some of my fondest childhood memories are running barefoot all summer at my grandmothers.
( mom always made me wear shoes & make my bed. Grandma didnt.-
)We'd play marbles and jacks on her front porch for hours. TV was on rarely. No video games, few toys, but lots of love and its funny, but I have no memory of ever being bored.. The little things consumed our day.
She would hang the sheets on the line to dry and I would love the feel of the warm sidewalk beneath my barefoot tootsies as I ran through them. The smell of the honeysuckle bush outback combined with the smell of fresh bleach,.....nothin' like it. Every once in a while I'll get a wiff of that same smell today and am instantly thrown back in time.
My younger sister and I would lay on the grass and look up at the sky,...for hours,... avoiding bees in the clover and having contests as to who could catch the most ladybugs.....( a green one was worth double.)
We'd put on shows and plays with the neighborhood kids for their unsuspecting, and ever so patient, parents. We'd drag every lawn chair we could find out to the back yard,..and every towel or blanket to make a yard fort. When we got older we dug a fort down by the creek. Taking a cheese, potato chip, and white bread sandwich down there for lunch was a ritual.
Kickball,..hide and go seek,..and of course cul-de- sac baseball. Gosh those were the days!
I'd make biscuits and gravy with my grandmother some mornings. There was always fried saltpork and big beef steak tomatos on the side. Sometimes leftover cornbread and buttermilk too. That would be considered a cholesterol nightmare these days. We didnt think about stuff like that back then. There was always an orange cast iron beanpot on the stove,..and it was never empty. Smelled like heaven.
We'd walk the railroad line and pick out rocks, and antique old bottles...I still have my collections today in storage.
Our ears stay perked all day listening for the ice cream man. Cant recall how much a popscicle
or occasional fudgecicle cost back then,...but I do know I had an mayonnaise penny jar and it took all summer before it was empty. I remember handing the ice cream man my jar, and he'd take out what he needed. The trust back then,.... priceless.
As I got older, junior high age, my family moved to southern California. I'd spend all week babysitting so that I'd have enough money to ride the " beach bus " on Thursdays. It would come to our neighborhood and pick my friends and I up and take us to our favorite shoreline.
The floor and seats were covered in sand and would be scattered with surfboards hanging out the windows. We'd stay at the beach all day long, buy cinnamon taffy from the boardwalk, and come home before dark. No parents around,....ever. I cant believe they let me do that! We used plain old fashioned baby oil and would fry ourselves til we had the darkest tan you ever did see.
Then came along a company named Hawaiian Tropic,..and that brought tanning to a whole new level.-ha! ....
it also brought a delightful decade called the mid 70's with it as well. ( gasp!
)
Question: What were the other stamps besides S&H-they were yellow but can't remember the name?
I actually grew up in 4 different states so there are a lot of stories to be told. I can relate to just about all these great stories-except CoachB25-no water or electricity, man that had to be tough!! I'll never compain how tough I had it.
I actually grew up in 4 different states so there are a lot of stories to be told. I can relate to just about all these great stories-except CoachB25-no water or electricity, man that had to be tough!! I'll never compain how tough I had it.
Also remember getting our first window air conditioner. We had an attic fan and dad would turn it on and we each opened our bedroom window about three inches and shut all other ways the air could enter the house. The attic fan would blow the air outside causing a light breeze to enter each window and if you positioned your blinds just right the breeze would gently blow on you like the wind and fall right asleep. The window ac was on one end of the house and the kitchen on the other. Boy it was hot when mom cooked. Dad bought another ac unit a couple of years later and put it near the kitchen. We were uptown.
No clothes dryer until I was 16. Everything hung on the clothes line outside. Winter time the clothes hung in the basement. If your jeans and shirt weren't dirty you wore it twice. Heated the house with coal till I was a teenager. Coal truck would come and had a shute, we opened a door and it poured into the basement. Had to feed it every night when we got up to go to the bathroom. Made the clothes that were drying smell like coal.
Did not have a dishwasher till I was 18. I was the dryer with a towel. Mom washed, I dryed. When I got older we switched. The cat ate what we threw out. No cat food. Just what was left on the plate.
Beans, potatoes, burnt bread...anything but did not buy him food.
I remember dad telling me he made 12,000.00 that year and he was so proud. He worked all the time. Overtime every week. Must work, he would say.
Guess we were average. We were not rich. Were not members of the golf course. Dad smelled like work and rode the city bus most of my life. Mom stayed home with us. Mom would not let us use the living room furniture, it was for company....lol.
No clothes dryer until I was 16. Everything hung on the clothes line outside. Winter time the clothes hung in the basement. If your jeans and shirt weren't dirty you wore it twice. Heated the house with coal till I was a teenager. Coal truck would come and had a shute, we opened a door and it poured into the basement. Had to feed it every night when we got up to go to the bathroom. Made the clothes that were drying smell like coal.
Did not have a dishwasher till I was 18. I was the dryer with a towel. Mom washed, I dryed. When I got older we switched. The cat ate what we threw out. No cat food. Just what was left on the plate.
Beans, potatoes, burnt bread...anything but did not buy him food.
I remember dad telling me he made 12,000.00 that year and he was so proud. He worked all the time. Overtime every week. Must work, he would say.
Guess we were average. We were not rich. Were not members of the golf course. Dad smelled like work and rode the city bus most of my life. Mom stayed home with us. Mom would not let us use the living room furniture, it was for company....lol.
quote:Originally posted by Moc1:
Question: What were the other stamps besides S&H-they were yellow but can't remember the name?
In the Washington, DC area they were Top Value stamps. You got them at the Giant Food store.
Dad smoked Raleighs, so we had plenty of coupons; one on each pack, four extra inside the carton.
Welcome to HSBBW, jscoda! Keep those memories coming; yours are a lot of very familiar scenes to me. Of course I was the dishwasher until I was 18. The fan in the attic to draw the air through the house - yup. Clothes line outside and in the basement - yup. Most of your memories - yup, yup, yup. Thanks.
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I can see that the brains are going as well...
There were two national stamps....
S&H Green Stamps and Blue Chip Stamps.....both had redemption stores...
It was a wonderful family activity of the time...sitting down at the kitchen table and pasting them into books...
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I can see that the brains are going as well...
There were two national stamps....
S&H Green Stamps and Blue Chip Stamps.....both had redemption stores...
It was a wonderful family activity of the time...sitting down at the kitchen table and pasting them into books...
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A story from high school year-1965 Orlando. It was December near Christmas and a big freeze was forecast. The orange grove owners put out the word they needed help "firing up the groves". They would pay $10 for each kid who would work all night piling and burning old tires between the rows of orange trees in order to keep the temperature from from going too far below freezing,the smoke would form a protective barrier. All my buddies, plus two of my brothers worked all night firing the groves. When we were dropped off at the house around sunrise and all three of us walked in the front door and Mom was making breakfast and Dad was standing in the kitchen, I'll never forget the looks on their faces. They both stopped what they were doing and stared at us for a few seconds and broke out in laughter. We looked at each other and immediately started laughing as well. Our faces were as black as coal-all you could see were our eyes and our teeth. The smoke from the tires did a number on us and it took a week for it to finally come off.
They now have smudge pots that warm the groves and they also use sprinkling systems that run all night to keep the temperature from going below 32. We had freezes in '85 and '87 that basically killed most of the groves in Orange County-some still exist but most groves are now south of the Interstate 4 corridor.
Ten bucks was big money back then!
They now have smudge pots that warm the groves and they also use sprinkling systems that run all night to keep the temperature from going below 32. We had freezes in '85 and '87 that basically killed most of the groves in Orange County-some still exist but most groves are now south of the Interstate 4 corridor.
Ten bucks was big money back then!
Is progress really progress? I remember the stories my mom and dad used to tell us about growing up. I also remember my dad saying "We want to make sure you guys have more than we did growing up." Then when I had kids I told them stories about the way we grew up. And yes I remember telling my kids "We just want you guys to have more than we did growing up."
Those things when we are kids that we thought we were missing out on turns out they we really were not missing out on anything at all. The things we did that we really didnt enjoy having to do turned out to be some of our best memories. I remember one Saturday waking my kids up early to do some chores around the house. Later in the day I decided I wanted to gather some large rocks to border a natural area with. It took this almost the entire afternoon to gather enough rocks. I mean those boys worked their butts off. They started off griping about it a little. But as the day went on and they saw how nice it looked they started to get excited about it. I had to stop them from gathering rocks. They would not stop. They took so much pride in it.
Yesterday they were both at home for the first time in quite awhile. We stood outside talking and they looked over at the rocks and we spent at least a couple of hours talking and laughing about that day. Maybe the things we think we had to do or our kids had to do are really whats important. Not what we thought we were missing out on. Sometimes I think in my quest to not make them have to deal with some of what I had to deal with I actually kept them from doing some things they really should have been a part of.
Those things when we are kids that we thought we were missing out on turns out they we really were not missing out on anything at all. The things we did that we really didnt enjoy having to do turned out to be some of our best memories. I remember one Saturday waking my kids up early to do some chores around the house. Later in the day I decided I wanted to gather some large rocks to border a natural area with. It took this almost the entire afternoon to gather enough rocks. I mean those boys worked their butts off. They started off griping about it a little. But as the day went on and they saw how nice it looked they started to get excited about it. I had to stop them from gathering rocks. They would not stop. They took so much pride in it.
Yesterday they were both at home for the first time in quite awhile. We stood outside talking and they looked over at the rocks and we spent at least a couple of hours talking and laughing about that day. Maybe the things we think we had to do or our kids had to do are really whats important. Not what we thought we were missing out on. Sometimes I think in my quest to not make them have to deal with some of what I had to deal with I actually kept them from doing some things they really should have been a part of.
All of these stories are exactly why the movie A CHRISTMAS STORY is such a classic. It is really the only movie that got it right as far as all the day-to-day minutae of growing up back then.
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I grew up in the western suburbs of Chicago. Kessinger, Beckert, Williams, Santo, Banks.... from there it gets fuzzy. We had to have been the original National Lampoon Family Vacation model. Every summer my dad had a sun tan from right above his left elbow down to his finger tips from hanging his arm out the window of our Ford Country Sedan SW. 4/60 A/C... Wall Drug 975 miles... free ice water.... Burma Shave signs all along the way.... Juanita the Bearded Snake Lady... the World's Largest Tinfoil Ball, the Corn Palace in Mitchell, SD... We would drive all day, and pitch a tent at night (KOA's were special places)... Mom always stopped at the A&P around midday and bought a loaf of Wonder Bread and a big package of bologna, with fresh tomatoes, and if the kids were good, we got an ice cold A&W, before the afternoon part of the drive towards Cody and the Buffalo Bill Museum....
On hot days, dad always tried to find a public pool in some little town along the way, and I remember catching my first trout in the Yellowstone River...
Late at night, we would listen to the radio in the car, a long way from Chicago, to Franklin MacCormack on the Meister Brau Showcase... must've been WGN Radio... it was where I got a true subliminal love for Big Band Hits of the 30's and 40's (this was in the 60's!) Everyone today talks about Harry Carey.... he was a hack from St. Louis. True Cubs fans grew up listening to Jack Brickhouse and Lloyd Pettit... back, back, back... Hey Hey!!!!!
For weeks after we got home, dad and mom would review and arrange the "slides" from our trip and we would look thru them via projector for months, remembering "the good ol' days"...
I think what I miss most about my folks being gone now.... is that there's no one to call and answer the trivial questions about those wonderful days...
cadDAD
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I grew up in the western suburbs of Chicago. Kessinger, Beckert, Williams, Santo, Banks.... from there it gets fuzzy. We had to have been the original National Lampoon Family Vacation model. Every summer my dad had a sun tan from right above his left elbow down to his finger tips from hanging his arm out the window of our Ford Country Sedan SW. 4/60 A/C... Wall Drug 975 miles... free ice water.... Burma Shave signs all along the way.... Juanita the Bearded Snake Lady... the World's Largest Tinfoil Ball, the Corn Palace in Mitchell, SD... We would drive all day, and pitch a tent at night (KOA's were special places)... Mom always stopped at the A&P around midday and bought a loaf of Wonder Bread and a big package of bologna, with fresh tomatoes, and if the kids were good, we got an ice cold A&W, before the afternoon part of the drive towards Cody and the Buffalo Bill Museum....
On hot days, dad always tried to find a public pool in some little town along the way, and I remember catching my first trout in the Yellowstone River...
Late at night, we would listen to the radio in the car, a long way from Chicago, to Franklin MacCormack on the Meister Brau Showcase... must've been WGN Radio... it was where I got a true subliminal love for Big Band Hits of the 30's and 40's (this was in the 60's!) Everyone today talks about Harry Carey.... he was a hack from St. Louis. True Cubs fans grew up listening to Jack Brickhouse and Lloyd Pettit... back, back, back... Hey Hey!!!!!
For weeks after we got home, dad and mom would review and arrange the "slides" from our trip and we would look thru them via projector for months, remembering "the good ol' days"...
I think what I miss most about my folks being gone now.... is that there's no one to call and answer the trivial questions about those wonderful days...
cadDAD
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quote:Originally posted by fanofgame:
Catching polywogs down at the ditch and keeping them.and watching them turn into little frogs and then letting them go.
We called them tadpoles, and I had forgotten about that!!! And shoes, we didn't wear them either except for church or school!!!
infidel_08, Thanks, Top Value was the name. I had also forgotten he elephant.
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Are these the one's you were thinking of Moc1?
quote:Originally posted by Moc1:
Question: What were the other stamps besides S&H-they were yellow but can't remember the name?
Are these the one's you were thinking of Moc1?
When I was five or six, and visiting my Grandparents in Pittsburgh, we went shopping and I came back with a set of these.....still have 'em, too!
Of course the Clemente card is the best, but I also have Stargell, Maz, Alou, etc. Someday my kids will inherit them -- and my whole collection.
Of course the Clemente card is the best, but I also have Stargell, Maz, Alou, etc. Someday my kids will inherit them -- and my whole collection.
My kids would get mine... if the spokes of my bicycle hadn't gotten them first!
That's just where MY baseball cards went, too! Although I still have a couple in my scrapbooks, you know, of my very favorite "cute" players.....
I have a stack of Monkees cards, though. I learned my lesson with all of my Beatle cards....In anger that they were on the floor, no doubt scattered, my mother scooped them up and tossed them!
I was NOT going to have the same fate befall my Monkees cards!!!!
I have a stack of Monkees cards, though. I learned my lesson with all of my Beatle cards....In anger that they were on the floor, no doubt scattered, my mother scooped them up and tossed them!
I was NOT going to have the same fate befall my Monkees cards!!!!
I have three pretty valuable Nolan Ryan rookie cards (if I remember correctly, he's doubled-up with Koosman on there).......but for some reason, when I was 7 years old, I just did NOT like the loook on Ryan's face in that picture and drew a flippin' mustache on him on one of the cards.......that one is worthless other than providing fuel to the idea that "dad, you were a moron!"
These are the green stamps that I remember:
Does anyone remember cutting out and saving the icee bear points for prizes?
Remember when you could get really cool gifts inside the box of cracker jacks:
Does anyone remember cutting out and saving the icee bear points for prizes?
Remember when you could get really cool gifts inside the box of cracker jacks:
Makes my heart go pitter patter:
And so does this: ( girls squeal with me! )
Anyone remember making these out of gum wrappers?
And so does this: ( girls squeal with me! )
Anyone remember making these out of gum wrappers?
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Yes! Yes! Yes!!!! So much fun to make! So much fun to chew!!!!! I LOVED Beeman's gum!!!!!!!!
The most bizarre thing we ever sent in for were turtles.....from bubble bath.......... Can you imagine doing that today? Sending in for live turtles???? ohmigod!
Yes! Yes! Yes!!!! So much fun to make! So much fun to chew!!!!! I LOVED Beeman's gum!!!!!!!!
The most bizarre thing we ever sent in for were turtles.....from bubble bath.......... Can you imagine doing that today? Sending in for live turtles???? ohmigod!
Mama hated these...
We got tiny versions out of gumball machine for a dime.
I wonder if shortstopmom has one of these?
We got tiny versions out of gumball machine for a dime.
I wonder if shortstopmom has one of these?
quote:I wonder if shortstopmom has one of these?
Infidel-08,....well shoot, can't say that I ever personally owned one of those long green haired-so-ugly-they're-cute trolls,....
but I will admit that I have had the pleasure ( cough-cough ) of knowing a few in real life that fit the same description.
I loved my baby turtles! I don't recall ordering them, though -- think we got them at a pet shop. This was back when 'salmonella' were the old couple down the block.
Ouch -- how about the current Marcia Brady revelations? I wouldn't read that book if you paid me. It would destroy the very foundation of my childhood. Marcia, Mracia, Marcia!!
I was a little old for the Brady Bunch but your post made me google Marcia since I'm not a regular ET watcher. I guess it could have been worse.
'Marcia Brady' Actress Maureen McCormick Writes of Drug Addiction
Marcia Brady + Playboy Mansion = Tell All Memoir
'Marcia Brady' Actress Maureen McCormick Writes of Drug Addiction
Marcia Brady + Playboy Mansion = Tell All Memoir
infidel, noooooooooooo!!!!
Hey! Leave my family out of this. 
SSMom - Just found this thread linked in another one.
I had that very Barbie camper!! The side there opened out to form a tent for them to sleep in. Had a bike just like that too, but was purple with streamers!!
I had that very Barbie camper!! The side there opened out to form a tent for them to sleep in. Had a bike just like that too, but was purple with streamers!!