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Post by cynthia on Jun 3, 2016 5:41:49 GMT
Mossie, my father flew off the American aircraft carrier Yorktown in WWII (in the Pacific) and I have quite a few of his photos from that time. There is something about aviators: They all have that same 'can-do' look and posture. Don't know if it is bred into them or what, but it's right there.
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Post by mossie on Jun 3, 2016 7:10:38 GMT
Ah, the arrogance of youth. When I show this photo I generally say "there I am, just 21, been on the squadron 18 months, been there, done that, know it all"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2016 20:56:21 GMT
I remember when lights on verandas and entry doors in the rural United States were all yellow because there was a belief that yellow lights did not attract insects.
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Post by lagatta on Jun 6, 2016 12:36:11 GMT
What a wonderful photo!
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Post by Kimby on Jun 16, 2016 0:52:42 GMT
Anyone else remember when phonograph needles were sharp pointed things that you slipped into a slot and tightened a screw?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 3:11:35 GMT
Yes, I remember, Kimby. When I was a kid. Then they were soon supplanted by 8 tracks and cassettes.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 16:16:24 GMT
Fly tape hanging from the kitchen light fixture was so gross. Luckily, I only saw it in places other than where any family member dwelled.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 17:51:26 GMT
God, those things were disgusting. We saw them when we visited people in the country. I think they may have been relatives. *shudder*
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Post by bixaorellana on Jul 22, 2016 18:27:55 GMT
I once saw a very curly red-headed woman attempt to take a loaded fly paper strip out of a store window and get stuck in it. A guy with very curly red hair went to her rescue and ditto. It was funny to watch!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 18:48:00 GMT
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Post by rikita on Aug 7, 2016 13:58:16 GMT
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Post by chexbres on Aug 10, 2016 18:56:14 GMT
rikita - I had been given one of those from my sister, who lived in Mexico!
I am old enough to remember when there were enough lightning bugs in all our yards so that we could put them in mayonnaise jars and use them for nightlights.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2016 22:03:12 GMT
"The rabbit died."
I remember when this was the code for a woman being pregnant.
Reading up on this, I found that all of the rabbits died whether the woman was pregnant or not. A female rabbit was injected with urine and then the rabbit was killed a few days later to examine the ovaries. This was replaced by the frog test in the 1950's, but the frogs were luckier and did not need to be killed.
Strangely enough, Wikipedia is rather hazy about saying when these tests were discontinued and replaced by the modern tests.
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Post by gabriele on Aug 12, 2016 0:29:15 GMT
Fly paper: You can still buy it (I do) and I remember how much we used it when I lived in a rural area. Window screens weren't used that much and doors were left open so much. I had a shoe repair shop and working late one night a bat flew in and got stuck to the tape (mid 70s) so I carefully removed it from the tape and put it in a box to keep it still It had stuck to the tape with its furry back so the wings weren't affected. When I left the shop (it was 110 F in the day so major work was done at night) I left the box (now open) near an open window and it was gone the next morning. As a product it's rather green; the sticky is from real gum rubber (from trees) and cheap paper. You learn the trick of holding the case and winding the used tape around it without getting the stickum on your fingers (or anything else). You can still get three of the coils for 99c at a 99c store. When a neighbor refuses to clean up after his dogs (in his yard) they're a good short term solution to reducing the fly and other bug population. They can be gross but what I found more objectionable was the 'pest strips' which were a strip of chemically treated plastic in a gold foil box that was suspended from the ceiling. They were not supposed to be used in houses but the first place I saw one was in my MIL's house. Since she had strange taste in interior décor I thought it was just part of that. And then I found out she stored bottled salad dressing (already opened) in the cupboard, not the fridge sour next trip we brought a box of muesli (the good Swiss brand) to avoid bacon swimming in fat and such.
I remember 'the rabbit died' comment and that was in the late 40s (my eldest sister, newly married). I missed the frog part but I do remember in 1974 if you wanted 'the test' you had to go to the doctor or a clinic; fortunately (given the lack of medical insurance then) there was a clinic where you paid only for the replacement cost of the test.
I not only remember the paddle-board chickens, I think they're still available on ebay from China.
The black and white scotty dogs on magnets.
All the 'amazing' products sold on the back pages of comic books. (I thought it would be so great to have a pair of the 'shoes' which you strapped on your feet -over your shoes- which had a couple big springs and a flat sole so you could bound around springing from place to place (and if the ad were true, being able to rescue people in the nick of time).
From a friend in grade school's grandmother (we used to sneak the copies to read): True Crime magazines with lurid black and white photos and true stories much embroidered... Some women read all the Hollywood magazines (many were gossip only), not sure how the grandmother got hooked on the crime ones. But they certainly caught our interest!
Stockings with seams
When tights were no longer just for dancers (how did we get along without them?)
Earth shoes (yes, I know they're still around but only if you really look for them)
Platform shoes for men (more people broke their ankles wearing this style footwear that it became an orthopod specialty at the time)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 15:32:47 GMT
Didn't we all want those x-ray glasses that allowed you to see through clothes (but apparently not through underwear according to the illustration)?
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Post by rikita on Aug 17, 2016 22:57:56 GMT
there was one of those fly catching things hanging from the ceiling at the place near the baltic sea where we just stayed - by the state of the flies on it, it has been hanging there for a while ...
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 18, 2016 5:11:11 GMT
Gabriele ~ fearless bat rescuer! you can still get the chicken paddle & similar wooden toys here. Does anyone remember the smoking dogs? The magnetic scotties reminded me, since I think the smokers were scotties too. They had tiny, tightly rolled paper cigarettes which puffed when lit. A fun toy for kids! I can remember the trashy magazines from going to the beauty parlor sometimes with my mother. I remember one story involving a poor child's plastic doll being stomped by a mean man (the sheriff?). It still depresses me. I have had & loved stockings with seams, but really, it was mostly seamless by the time I was old enough to wear hose. I do think panty hose are an aberration and can't understand their popularity.
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Post by chexbres on Aug 18, 2016 18:10:59 GMT
The drinking bird, that bobs its head to drink until you make it stop.
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Post by mossie on Aug 18, 2016 18:47:31 GMT
Blame pantyhose on the mini skirt Bixa. I always remember the thrill when the mini first came out when one could get many a glimpse of that forbidden area between stocking top and knickers.
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Post by htmb on Aug 18, 2016 19:05:43 GMT
I'm sure you're right, Mossie, but getting rid of all the paraphernalia that went with regular stockings was a good move, as far as I'm concerned.
I can't think when the last time was that I wore stockings of any kind. It's too hot here. I rarely see anyone wearing them, and I don't even own a pair.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 19:25:36 GMT
I remember all of those snaps to hold the stockings up. No wonder it took women so long to get ready to go out. What is their excuse now?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 19:26:29 GMT
Okay, not all women. *runs away protecting his head*
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Post by onlyMark on Aug 18, 2016 19:30:13 GMT
I used to love stockings and suspenders.
Had a devil of a job shaving my legs for them though.
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Post by patricklondon on Aug 19, 2016 7:14:57 GMT
I remember all of those snaps to hold the stockings up. At some point in I think the 1970s or even 1980s, years after all that changed, and quite some time after the first sort of ring-pull drink cans (with the rip-off tabs) had come out, my father apparently came home one day looking puzzled and said to my mother "I don't understand it - why have so many women started losing the clips off their suspender belts?". Or so she told me. My blog | My photos | My video clips"too literate to be spam"
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Post by htmb on Aug 19, 2016 11:57:30 GMT
I can remember wearing stockings and garter belts up through my junior year of high school, which would have been '68/'69, but I'd ditched all that by senior year.
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Post by htmb on Aug 19, 2016 22:07:41 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2016 0:50:56 GMT
Only in the deepest, darkest winter do I wear tights. I so much prefer stay-ups. All the freedom of stockings without the paraphenalia. Don't know what I would do without them.
8 tracks were finishing up by the time I was buying music — it was cassette tapes for me. God, I hated those things. CDs were so much better, and of course, I haven't bought one of those in years.
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Post by onlyMark on Aug 20, 2016 6:45:04 GMT
A car I had in my twenties had an eight track player as the only source of music. The car came with just one tape and I wasn't going to buy any more as I could see the writing on the wall for those players. Unfortunately I kept the car far longer than I had intended to. Jim Reeves and Distant Drums still haunts me to this day.
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Post by questa on Aug 20, 2016 13:49:52 GMT
I can remember wearing stockings and garter belts up through my junior year of high school, which would have been '68/'69, but I'd ditched all that by senior year. When I first started nursing, the mattresses on all the ward beds were covered with a thick plastic. As we dragged the sheets off the beds a static electricity charge would build up and 'ZAP', earth itself to the floor via our metal clips on our suspender belts. We would have small red spots which became bruises on our thighs and a fear of making beds. I started carrying a wire coat hanger which I'd hang above the wheel and touching the floor. No more zaps and ouchies.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2016 9:00:01 GMT
I remember when homeless people did not have mobile phones.
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