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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 23:42:21 GMT
Me too. This one is in a little family-run grocery in Vancouver. Poor pony doesn't run anymore, but I'm sure plenty of little kids take him for a ride.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 17:08:41 GMT
There are still plenty in France but more usually jet planes or cars rather than horses these days. I'll try to remember to take a photo of whichever device is in my local covered market.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2015 22:15:01 GMT
Slide shows. They always lasted for hours and included the out of focus and totally useless photos.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2015 1:34:31 GMT
About a decade ago, my father sent years' worth of family slides to someone who advertised that he could convert them digitally. The guy said the slides were too damaged and only sent about 1/8 of them back on disc, and apparently threw the rest of them out. I know for sure that they were fine because we looked at them only the Christmas before. I am livid. The guy has gone out of business, and taken all of my childhood memories with him.  |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2015 5:24:56 GMT
That's a horrible thing to happen. He probably damaged the slides himself out of incompetence, which is why he could not return them.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 21:43:28 GMT
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Post by rikita on Apr 22, 2015 11:38:56 GMT
here the most common one lately is a police car ... not indoors usually tough, but outdoors in front of a shop. there is one on our way to the swimming group, and once when agnes went in, it started (not sure if someone left their money in without pressing the start button, or if they let it run for free that day). since then, agnes always wants to climb in and then, when after a few seconds she realizes it won't run, she wants back out ...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2015 11:02:28 GMT
Mexican jumping beans. No batteries required.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2015 9:43:21 GMT
I remember the long streamers of cassette tape that one would see lining the highways back in the days of tape decks -- and jammed tapes!
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Post by bjd on Jul 26, 2015 9:01:19 GMT
We actually have a big boxes of cassettes to get rid of. I discovered they have to be thrown out with the regular garbage because you can't recycle them -- apparently the tapes snag up the assembly lines in the recycling factories.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2015 19:27:05 GMT
Just about all of my cassettes went into the paper-plastic-metal bin a couple of years ago. So did the disquettes and the majority of the video cassettes.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2015 11:32:31 GMT
When I was little, I remember my mother putting on a girdle every morning when she was getting dressed for work even though she wasn't the least bit overweight.
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Post by htmb on Aug 8, 2015 12:05:48 GMT
Of course she did. It made her look flawless in her dress and I'll bet it had hooks to hold up her nylon stockings.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2015 12:09:01 GMT
Mexican jumping beans. No batteries required. Are they obsolete? Say it isn't so!! As for cassette tapes, I have quite few that are still functional. I too remember my mother wearing the obligatory girdle despite here svelte figure. Someone yesterday mentioned remembering when cigarette machines delivered a free pack of matches. |
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Post by patricklondon on Aug 8, 2015 16:49:21 GMT
and I'll bet it had hooks to hold up her nylon stockings. Hah. Some time (quite a long time) after the first ring-pull cans appeared (the kind with the tear-off tab) my dad came home fron shopping in the High Street with a puzzled expession. "I don't understand it: why are so many women losing their suspender clipsmin the street? Is it women's lib or something?". Took my mother some time to work it out. My blog | My photos | My video clips"too literate to be spam" |
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Post by htmb on Aug 8, 2015 17:17:35 GMT
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Post by Kimby on Aug 8, 2015 22:34:03 GMT
I remember garter belts for holding up stockings before the invention of panty hose. I had one as a skinny 8th-grader who certainly didn't need a girdle. But my first pair of "nylons" had an elasticized band around the top of each leg to hold them up. Anyone else remember those?
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Post by htmb on Aug 9, 2015 0:14:39 GMT
I remember them, but decided they weren't for me. On me, they only stayed up if they were (too) tight at the top. Plus, my skirts were shortish, so the tops of the hose would sometimes show if I wasn't careful.
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Post by questa on Aug 9, 2015 1:19:53 GMT
When I started nurse training the beds were all metal and the mattresses covered with thick plastic covers. As we pulled the lower sheet off the mattress a static charge would build up and earth itself through the metal clips of our suspender belts to the terrazzo floor. It was routine to have red marks on our thighs after making up 6 or so beds. I used a metal coat hanger, bent so I could hang it over the lower bed bracket and touch the floor, to stop the charge building up.
One day the Matron saw me do it and asked why. I explained the problem and within a fortnight all 400 beds in the hospital had light brass chains connecting bed to floor.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2015 1:54:20 GMT
I remember garter belts for holding up stockings before the invention of panty hose. I had one as a skinny 8th-grader who certainly didn't need a girdle. But my first pair of "nylons" had an elasticized band around the top of each leg to hold them up. Anyone else remember those? I never wore suspenders and stockings, I grew up in the pantyhose era, however I detest pantyhose with a vengeance. I wear stay ups now, which is sort of what you are describing, Kimby, except they have a wide band of lace at the top, lined with silicone. |
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Post by lagatta on Aug 10, 2015 14:28:13 GMT
I also remember my mum always donning a girdle for work, though she didn't remotely "need" one. Indeed, the elimination of girdles was FAR more significant than supposed "bra-burning" which most commentators say never happened.
What did happen with bras back then is that they became far less stiff, often out of knit material. I'm rather disturbed to see how many bras nowadays are "moulded", that is slightly padded, creating a shape similar to silicone breasts and hiding those shameful nipples. And I sure as hell don't need any padding up there. It is really hard to find somewhat supportive bras that aren't made of that stuff. Grrrr.
As for the horse and little vehicles, there is a small shopping mall not far from my place (very non-chic, working-class, mainly immigrant clientele) that has two or three of them. Kids are perfectly happy sitting on or in them without paying for them to move.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2015 16:45:11 GMT
When almost all the taxi cabs in NYC were Checker Marathons, with jump seats.
Nary a one in sight now.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2015 18:42:57 GMT
What did happen with bras back then is that they became far less stiff, often out of knit material. I'm rather disturbed to see how many bras nowadays are "moulded", that is slightly padded, creating a shape similar to silicone breasts and hiding those shameful nipples. And I sure as hell don't need any padding up there. It is really hard to find somewhat supportive bras that aren't made of that stuff. Grrrr. Lagatta, as another women with a generous upstairs, I highly recommend this bra. I discovered them recently. All knit, the cups are two layers of supportive but thin knit fabric, and sooo comfortable. Bonus: the girls look smaller and in control. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2015 18:51:32 GMT
I remember watching Amos and Andy every day after school on one of the New Orleans stations and I was always fascinated by the fact that those coloured people from the North seemed to live absolutely totally different lives from the coloured people I saw every day. Considering the context and the epoch, I am rather surprised that it was even shown in New Orleans. But I guess that New Orleans already had a black middle class, which is something that my part of the world absolutely did not have yet.
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Post by lagatta on Aug 10, 2015 19:45:31 GMT
thanks lizzyfaire! I think you know the kind of gaudy bras I'm referring to.
Kerouac, as you know, New Orleans has had a "coloured" middle class for a very long time. I suppose it was very different close by in other parts of the Delta.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2015 19:57:24 GMT
Kerouac, as you know, New Orleans has had a "coloured" middle class for a very long time. I suppose it was very different close by in other parts of the Delta. Well, actually, no, when I was 8 years old I was not at all aware of that. And even during Katrina, absolutely the only 'middle class' black person I ever saw was the mayor Ray Nagin. All of the reports of the catastrophe showed only black people in total misery at the lowest level of society. Perhaps the black middle class of New Orleans is extremely discreet. |
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Post by lagatta on Aug 10, 2015 22:56:10 GMT
I deliberately used the obsolete (and nowadays somewhat offensive) term coloured because these people were a specific strata of social and racial structure. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creoles_of_colorNow, none of this means that slavery and racism were any less cruel in "Latin" countries than in "Anglo" (or Germaic) ones. Slavery in sugarcane countries was very cruel indeed. But it does attest to a more "fluid" concept of race. On a larger scale, we could contrast Brazil and the US. Not the same fixed barriers, but people of African and/or Indigenous descent still tend to be on the lowest rungs of the ladder. The people in New Orleans wandering around after Katrina looked as miserable as Haitians after the earthquake. Of course their utter dénuement was temporary, but the lack of swift intervention in a first-world country was shocking. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2015 4:47:24 GMT
I am glad that people of mixed race in France are never labelled 'black' like in the U.S. -- and they don't consider themselves to be black either. Being métissé is a badge of pride.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2015 16:22:50 GMT
I remember when everybody had at least one or two vaccination scars on their upper arm. Mine have disappeared.
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Aug 14, 2015 17:24:03 GMT
I'm old enough to remember a time when the only telephone calls we received were from friends and family. Today we've had 9 telesales calls despite being on the 'telephone preference servce' where we opt out of receiving sales calls. Drives me scatty.
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