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Post by lagatta on Jun 18, 2010 20:00:10 GMT
I have an old treadle Singer sewing machine. It worked fine, but I think a part is missing (a bobbin or something else small). One used to be able to buy replacements at any Singer shop, but I don't think one can any more. I did buy a new belt for it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2010 13:37:03 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2010 14:41:26 GMT
I have an old treadle Singer sewing machine. It worked fine, but I think a part is missing (a bobbin or something else small). One used to be able to buy replacements at any Singer shop, but I don't think one can any more. I did buy a new belt for it. I'm sure you could find parts online Lagatta. I have an old Singer as well,not a treadle,but,when my local sewing machine repair place went out of business I was told that parts for if need be, are available online.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2010 5:02:26 GMT
I remember old Coca-Cola vending machines with the vertical window and how you had to yank the glass bottles out.
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 14, 2010 5:38:31 GMT
I was always worried the bottle would break in my hand. Remember the kinds that opened on the top? It wasn't a machine, because you had to pay for the Coke, then go get it out of the box, which was red and rounded on the corners and the pop stood upright in water. There was an opener on the side that caught the bottle caps. And if it happened to be your grandfather who owned the cooler, you could take out the caps and remove the cork linings so that they could be used to affix the caps to your clothing.
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Post by lagatta on Aug 15, 2010 18:36:20 GMT
I remember those old coolers, as a little girl. Weren't they often at garages?
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Post by mickthecactus on Aug 20, 2010 11:53:37 GMT
I can remember playing football and cricket in the street and not worrying about cars coming along.......
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 20, 2010 15:54:54 GMT
Yes, LaGatta, and your remark sparked a memory of the old garages with the benches out front.
Mick, re: playing in the street ......... how many of us remember playing games like hide-&-go-seek well after dark, and no one had to worry about us?
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Post by mickthecactus on Aug 20, 2010 16:12:35 GMT
Yes, LaGatta, and your remark sparked a memory of the old garages with the benches out front. Mick, re: playing in the street ......... how many of us remember playing games like hide-&-go-seek well after dark, and no one had to worry about us? Sigh...........
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Post by rikita on Aug 20, 2010 19:29:26 GMT
the question is though, if that increase in worry is due to real danger, or due to different perception of danger. obviously there are more cars, so that is indeed a real danger. but are there really more people who would kidnap or hurt children? or are people just more aware of such a danger?
(i suppose this had been discussed before though)
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Post by fumobici on Aug 20, 2010 20:50:38 GMT
I doubt there are any higher percentage of dangerous sociopaths now than there were when we were children, the difference is now that a lot of product has been sold and votes garnered by people who cannily realized that fear sells. Watch advertisements with a critical eye and you can see them essentially taking two tacks: they either try to send out warm fuzzy safe vibes which they hope you will associate with their product or they try to scare you and work that angle. People are very easy to manipulate if you can first make them afraid- and people actually love to be scared- the arousal is generally, if only subconsciously, pleasurable.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2010 20:57:13 GMT
I agree, and I also think that it was much easier to pay people to shut up in the past.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2010 19:29:24 GMT
I remember when the French police still wore a képi. That ended about 30 years ago, but the rest of the world does not seem to have noticed yet when you see things like foreign comedy routines including French policemen.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2010 8:54:19 GMT
I remember when you used a real potato to play with Mr. Potato Head.
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Post by mickthecactus on Aug 25, 2010 12:20:23 GMT
I remember when you used a real potato to play with Mr. Potato Head. And spud guns..........
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 25, 2010 14:52:10 GMT
;D Are potatoes in the AnyPort ethers today?
Last night I started reading a book by Lorrie Moore. A college student whose father is a potato farmer is awkwardly being interviewed for a childcare job:
"You know, Joan of Arc's father grew potatoes," [the potential employer] now said. "It was in her father's potato fields that she first heard voices. There're some legendary potatoes for you."
"Potatoes are grown from the eyes of other potatoes," I said, apropos of God knows what.
"Yes." [she] looked at me searchingly.
"In winter my brother and I actually used to shoot them out of pipes, with firecrackers," I added, now in total free association.
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Post by Kimby on Aug 26, 2010 14:28:21 GMT
Thanks K2 for the memories. I also grew up sticking plastic eyes and noses into real potatoes.
And my Dad, still a little boy at 88, has TWO spud guns that he still uses. One uses hairspray as the propellant, and the other compressed air.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2010 19:02:04 GMT
I remember the horrors and fears of the previous century. And also the horrible clothes and primitive technology.
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Post by Kimby on Aug 27, 2010 20:01:53 GMT
I remember when little girls ALWAYS wore dresses to school. Always. In winter we pulled on slacks UNDER our dresses to walk to school, and when jumping rope we sometimes wore shorts under our skirt so our panties were not visible. I think I was in 5th or 6th grade before schools began allowing girls to wear pants to school. And shorts were never allowed except on the rare field trip...
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Post by Kimby on Aug 27, 2010 20:04:11 GMT
I remember when a room at a Motel 6 cost $6...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2010 20:22:33 GMT
And then $6.66.
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Post by Kimby on Aug 27, 2010 20:36:06 GMT
Ooh, the evil mark of the antichrist!
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Post by Kimby on Aug 27, 2010 20:36:29 GMT
I remember when my parents were younger than I am. Much younger.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2010 20:56:43 GMT
When my mother remarried, she was 43 years old, and I remember thinking that it was somewhat inappropriate for her to want to remarry at such an advanced age.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2010 18:23:38 GMT
I remember the 1960's and all of the little indentations in linoleum floors, caused by high heels.
I thought this was terrible, but all of the grownups acted as though that they had not noticed a thing, but THIS WAS NOT NORMAL AT ALL!
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Post by Kimby on Sept 13, 2010 14:08:15 GMT
I remember riding my bike in the clouds of mist behind the mosquito spraying truck. This was in the 60's when DDT was the chemical of choice. (That would explain a lot!)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2010 18:23:47 GMT
I remember when the biggest telephone innovation was the princess phone, whose dial would light up when you picked up the receiver.
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Post by bixaorellana on Sept 13, 2010 18:41:54 GMT
... and that would ALWAYS manage to get pulled off the phone table due to the fact that it weighed so little compared to the phones that had proceeded it.
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Post by Kimby on Sept 16, 2010 3:04:14 GMT
I remember when the Dow Jones Industrial Average hovered around 600 and my parents wondered if it would break 1000...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2010 20:07:41 GMT
When, the only time I was picked up or delivered from school was when there was a real emergency or I was in alot of trouble for doing something wrong. If I saw that beige Pontiac outside of the school at the end of the school day...I knew I was in a heap of trouble,or someone had died. I just tried to go somewhere,which I will probably end up riding my bike to,and the whole city is paralyzed with school children being picked up from their perspective schools. The same goes in the a.m..I have to gauge how long it will take me to get to work by the various schools I have to drive by,or around. They cannot all possibly live that far away from school to not have to walk,ride a bike,or take public transportation... Perhaps,this needed to go in the Pet Peeve thread.... Thank you for allowing me to ventilate....
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