This week I have been feeling a bit like an old codger. Part of the reason is that I remember all of the items below. If you remember them, you just might be an old codger too!
You took your life in your own hands as a kid and played with “pointy” Jarts (and probably threw them at someone more than once).
You know any “Weird Al” Yankovic songs by heart.
You’ve ever rung someone’s doorbell and said “Landshark!”
You remember when “Saturday Night Live” was funny.
You watched late night talk shows BEFORE David Letterman.
You were once bowled over by the technology of “Pong.”
You remember watching music videos on “Friday Night Videos” (Yes, that was before MTV)
You rode facing backwards in a station wagon.
You remember when you could buy candy, baseball cards and a comic book for less than a quarter FOR ALL THREE!
Schoolhouse Rock played a HUGE part in how you learned things like grammar, math and history. (A big hint here is if the only way you can recite the Preamble to the Constitution is by singing it.)
The age-old question “Where’s the beef?” still makes you laugh.
You remember when film critics raved that no movie could ever possibly have more advanced special effects than “TRON.” (The original)
You dialed 867-5309 to see if Jenny was actually there.
“All skate, change directions” means something to you.
You remember when your VHS remote was connected by a CORD!
You remember Bo and Luke Duke, Daisy, Boss Hogg, or-worst of all-what Sheriff Roscoe’s full name was.
You remember having a rotary phone, probably black.
You actually believed that Mikey, famed kid on the Life cereal commercials, died after eating Pop Rocks and drinking a Coke.
You didn’t dodge the draft – it just didn’t exist when you turned 18.
You remember when your parents bought their first color TV.
You remember when Man had not walked on the moon.
You ever had to use Computer Punch Cards.
You remember when Paul McCarty was “dead.”
You watched “The Banana Splits”, “Sigmund the Sea Monster” and “H.R. Puffinstuff.”
You squeezed the Charmin.
You tried to figure out just how many licks it does take to get to the center of a tootsie pop.
You know the Big Mac ingredients forwards and backwards. (Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun.)
You ever said “I can’t believe I ate the whole thing.”
You watched “The Gong Show” and it’s evil twin “The $1.98 Beauty Show”
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone. ~Jim Fiebig
If you’re feeling old, then I know I’m living in “ancient city”. 😦
We did not have a television until my dad brought home a used set when I was either three or four.
Yep, I am one of those Boomers who can recall life without TV.
You guys are just kids, I remember kerosene lamps, no electricity, not even a line running by the farm, hence no any kind of phone. I also remember a noon plane that flew over the farm that carried mail north from Dayton to Detroit A C 47 or DC3. No not the Ford Tri motor although I did see them often, as passenger planes I guess. I remember the smell of the gas of our transportation either by buggy Horse or team. So yes I do remember every one of your getting old lines. That’s the beauty of being older. I really know how far we have come. I also really worry about where we are going. I truly do come from an easier and gentler time. We all pitched in to help one another. I see less of that today. Too bad.
Love these…have to share some on FB!!!
Oh boy, a walk back to the past! Thanks Leonard!
I remember watching black and white televsion at Shiloh Elementary for a half hour or so…an educational program…so grainy it was hard to make out what we were to watch
Something on PBS – Channel 14 or 16 and I do remember how bad the reception was.
My wife’s grandmother was born in Morgan County, Ohio, in 1896, and passed in 1999 here in Lancaster. The changes she saw are boggling.
(This is a different type of memory. It’s not humorous, and I hope you don’t mind my posting it. I wrote it last year on Memorial Day.)
A couple of weeks ago, my wife and I walked through a consignment/craft store in Logan, and seeing a WWII-era Army helmet hanging upside down by its leather straps took me back 52 years.
I grew up on James Road here in Lancaster, and I don’t know of any father in our neighborhood who had not been in WWII or Korea. Not all fathers fought, but all served. Seeing men in Lancaster who were disfigured or crippled by war was a common sight, and we all took it as a matter of course. We were taught that they were men deserving of great respect.
One of the fathers on my block saw Hell, and he came back with shell shock. He was usually okay, but sonic booms were hard on him. However, as he said on occasion, he came back. The real heroes did not.
I always thought about that whenever I was at my friend’s house on Clayton. An Army helmet hung upside down by its leather straps underneath the carport. His mom planted flowers in it. His dad didn’t come back from Korea.