One of the saddest ambulance runs I was ever on involved a young couple that had been drinking. The father was driving on a gravel road and hit a concrete bridge abutment. No one was wearing a seat belt. The mother was holding a newborn in her arms. The impact crushed the baby's head between her body and the dashboard. I hadn't thought about that in over fifty years, but that photo triggered the memory.
@opipeman Looking at that table was both funny and sad for me......;....
As a child in the early sixties we had a table exactly like that one and I can remember the many evenings after dinner that I was still sitting there after the rest of the family had left because I would not eat my vegetables, not all, just some I could not tolerate.
The funny part is that I inadvertently got revenge on my mother as at some point I figured out that I could push the vegetables (boiled brussel sprouts) down the hollow tubular legs.
My mother had a very keen sense of smell and spent days trying to figure out where that nasty smell was coming from and of course I said nothing; she eventually figured it out and told me that she would never force me to eat them again.LOL
I included an embellished version of that story in a comedy routine I did in my early twenty's with great results, though it's not quite as good as the Big Al story; which involves an 8 year old boy, a 90+ degree day. a vintage racoon coat and training for the Olympics.
@opipeman My siblings rode in a carseat just like that. I had probably rode in it too? Heck, bench seats in cars are few and far between, there would be nowhere to hang it in newer cars. If stopped by the po-po and that carseat was being used, you’d probably go straight to jail.
@mapletop; My parents had a table and chairs very much like the set in the picture back in the late 50's. When my bride and I married in 1965, my folks gave us the table and chairs for our first apartment. We had them long after we moved into our first/current house in 73. Lots of great memories
@opipeman I think that may be the exact style of table and chairs that my paternal grandmother had until she went into a nursing home. Then they became my Uncle Jim’s, which he had until he passed in 2004. I’m not sure where the set is now? I’m going to have to search for the photo I have of it. It may be a picture of my birthday at grandmas?
I wish I would have lived closer to her and I was older. I’m sure I would have learned some good ole German cooking from her. I loved her homemade stock, vegetable beef soup. I should have learned how to make bread from my maternal grandmother as well. I was old enough to learn, but I was out working the farm while she was cooking dinner for grandpa and I. I do have the basic recipe for her bread. Baking bread in Montana, well anywhere, depends on the weather and ours, fluctuates wildly sometimes. A baker needs a the ability to make changes on the fly by “feel”.
”Mona Ranch Rolls” It’s a sweeter well raised white bread, nothing fancy. It also makes awesome cinnamon and caramel rolls😋
Funny, I never had records, but I had 8-Tracks. I couldn’t tell you which was my first album though. I remember getting the deal where you pick out 10? then you picked one a month for a year……..or something like that🤔. I remember ELO, KISS, Boston, they’re around here somewhere, along with ~50 more. I still have a functioning 8-Track player. You can hear the motor and tape running over the volume of the music unless the sound is cranked up.
Well if you want to know how old I am, I had a FOUR-track player. It was the precursor to the 8 track. The tape looked exactly like an 8-track, but had a hole in the bottom where a wheel would come up and initiate the driving mechanism for the tape. You would initiate it by pulling a lever. Once you pulled the lever, a wheel from the player went up into and through the hole and engaged the other roller in the tape which then turned the tape. Google it. They're still out there, probably in museums where I should be...
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Hammer and pry bar on car and truck tires. Then he got a pneumatic machine installed.
Wow!
And kids now days think they have it tough.
I forgot to defrost my mini-fridge that I have at work this summer, oops. You just reminded me. oh well, there is next summer.
My siblings rode in a carseat just like that. I had probably rode in it too? Heck, bench seats in cars are few and far between, there would be nowhere to hang it in newer cars. If stopped by the po-po and that carseat was being used, you’d probably go straight to jail.
My parents had a table and chairs very much like the set in the picture back in the late 50's. When my bride and I married in 1965, my folks gave us the table and chairs for our first apartment. We had them long after we moved into our first/current house in 73. Lots of great memories
I think that may be the exact style of table and chairs that my paternal grandmother had until she went into a nursing home. Then they became my Uncle Jim’s, which he had until he passed in 2004. I’m not sure where the set is now?
I’m going to have to search for the photo I have of it. It may be a picture of my birthday at grandmas?
I wish I would have lived closer to her and I was older. I’m sure I would have learned some good ole German cooking from her. I loved her homemade stock, vegetable beef soup.
I should have learned how to make bread from my maternal grandmother as well. I was old enough to learn, but I was out working the farm while she was cooking dinner for grandpa and I. I do have the basic recipe for her bread. Baking bread in Montana, well anywhere, depends on the weather and ours, fluctuates wildly sometimes. A baker needs a the ability to make changes on the fly by “feel”.
”Mona Ranch Rolls”
It’s a sweeter well raised white bread, nothing fancy. It also makes awesome cinnamon and caramel rolls😋
You know it is someplace. Back then they made stuff to last.
Google it. They're still out there, probably in museums where I should be...
Dawn Wells (RIP 2020) = 10+
Ahh, the MaryAnn or Ginger debate.
is the last surviving member of the “Gilligan’s Island” main cast by the way.
She’s kinda snooty and a crappy actress.
Sure, and your a man after me own heart!
YEP!😄
Yep!
I loved it and my dentist loved.
Yep...
I wonder what he did with his street cloths? He couldn't just leave them in the photo/phone booth, somebody would be able to identify him from his ID.
So much has changed in it's scary
Still, hot at 76. I my opinion.