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Post by htmb on Jan 8, 2013 21:45:11 GMT
I had a person who is a mere 4 1/2 years younger than I tell me that she didn't remember clamp-on skates with keys. She's lying, right? The only thing my Catholic school lace up, Oxford style shoes were good for was skating. They had a great base for attaching those skates with the keys.
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Post by fumobici on Jan 8, 2013 22:28:47 GMT
But if the windows were open the dinosaurs could get in! You mean like this? Pretty damn close, yes.
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Post by fumobici on Jan 8, 2013 22:31:11 GMT
;D Fumobici! I had a person who is a mere 4 1/2 years younger than I tell me that she didn't remember clamp-on skates with keys. She's lying, right? I have no idea how old you might be but I just turned 55 and I remember those very well indeed. I suspect anyone older than 50 or so today would.
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Post by onlymark on Jan 9, 2013 6:38:13 GMT
Actually, there were two kids in my 4th grade class who came to school barefoot. I remember school. It was that big building I could see from the top of the chimneys I had to climb up and clean.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 9, 2013 6:40:29 GMT
Lucky lad! I had to keep my head down, carrying out the ashes and scrubbing the hearth.
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Post by patricklondon on Jan 9, 2013 9:55:14 GMT
Actually, there were two kids in my 4th grade class who came to school barefoot. I remember school. It was that big building I could see from the top of the chimneys I had to climb up and clean. Nah. Them days, it was all fields round 'ere, wernit?
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Post by onlymark on Jan 9, 2013 10:38:24 GMT
If I break into dialect you'd rarely understand me, so I better not. ('Wernit' should be 'werntit' with a silent t at the end (glotteral stop?)) Anyway, it was all fields but you couldn't see them for all the soot in the air, so much so the birds had to fly backwards.
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Post by mossie on Jan 9, 2013 15:45:10 GMT
Poor Mark. Did you only get Ooozlum birds dahn your way
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Post by onlymark on Jan 9, 2013 18:02:33 GMT
We had some many years ago. But they all disappeared -- up their own.................
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Post by slowcoach on Feb 17, 2013 3:23:25 GMT
Going to the Spanish border, looking over into Spain, turning around, and waiting for better times.
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Post by slowcoach on Feb 19, 2013 15:08:17 GMT
Fitting spiders into 45s so you could play them.
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Post by bixaorellana on Feb 19, 2013 15:13:52 GMT
Where are you from, Slowcoach? I know exactly what you're talking about, but never heard them called that before. Come to think of it, I don't think I ever knew a name for those thingies.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 20:36:03 GMT
I just thought they were "spindle adaptors." I have known many people who could no longer cross borders, but I don't know many who went up to edge to take a look.
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Post by patricklondon on Feb 20, 2013 5:55:09 GMT
For the best part of 30 years, that was the highlight (?) of many people's visits to Berlin (which reminds me, I must sort out my old photos across the Wall).
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2013 6:02:26 GMT
Oh yes, Berlin, of course. But I crossed over at Checkpoint Charlie all by myself while hundreds of people watched me, wondering if I was a spy.
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Post by slowcoach on Feb 20, 2013 10:17:08 GMT
Visiting Spain was for some a political or even perhaps a moral issue.
No longer a pariah state in as far as were cosying up to a tyrant, the Brits and others were discovering the Costas largely by direct flights which I suspect avoided some realities, I can't say for certain, I didn't go there.
In a country where opposition to the one party was an imprisonable offence, hence the leadership of those opposed operated in exile, people were it seems quite content via mild sunstroke and wine to seek oblivion.
The problems in eastern Europe were hard to mistake but those in Spain, Portugal and increasingly in Greece were blurred, these had tyrannical regimes, but they were our sort of tyrants.
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I only ever think of them as "spiders", I think that is what they were called in the UK and the US.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2013 12:37:27 GMT
When I was 17, I visited Spain and Portugal for the first time -- Franco's Spain and Salazar's Portugal. While I was aware of the politics, my desire to see the people and places outweighed that, same as when I went to Burma or Cuba.
Back when I was young, the only country on my "no go" list was South Africa (very easy to put it on that list because I had no idea that I would be able to travel the world some day). Since then, I must confess that Israel is sort of on that list. I don't refuse to go there but any trip there would obligatorily be combined with Palestine -- or else I don't want to go.
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Post by rikita on Feb 21, 2013 12:29:32 GMT
not quite the same (as i could and did cross the border), but a couple of years ago i was visiting frankfurt/oder (the east german frankfurt) and walked across the bridge into poland, walked once around a round-about there, and returned, just so i could say i had been abroad that year...
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Post by slowcoach on Feb 24, 2013 2:55:02 GMT
Watch your toe bones wiggling when you put your feet in the x-ray machine at the shoe shop.
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Post by htmb on Mar 8, 2013 2:39:31 GMT
When I was about twelve, skateboards were just beginning to come into use. I made my own out of a piece of wood and wheels from old roller skates. It was a pretty rough ride, but it worked.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2013 17:59:32 GMT
There's a new series on French television called Falco (apparently adapted from a German series - Der Letezte Bulle) about a policeman who awakes from a coma after 22 years. Naturally, when he is fully recovered physically, he reintegrates the police force (or else there'd be no reason for the series!). The first two episodes were remarkable when you think of everything that has changed in the world in 22 years -- mobile phones, the internet, smoking laws, fashion. One of the things that I enjoyed the most was that after finding that obviously his live-in girlfriend has moved on with her life, he learned that all of his things were put into storage all those years -- so he gets all of his vinyl LPs, his cassettes -- and his clothes. Those were his favourite clothes and he still loves them -- but it is so weird to see him dressed in 1991 fashion when everybody else is in 2013.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jun 21, 2013 23:22:08 GMT
Life on Mars had a similar plot, although it was about time slippage, rather than a coma. The character goes back in time, not forward. It was orginally a BBC series, then there were American, Spanish, and Russian adaptations, and finally a BBC sequel. After being hit by a car in 2006, Tyler awakens in 1973 to find himself working for the predecessor of the GMP, the Manchester and Salford Police at the same station and location as in 2006. "My name is Sam Tyler, I had an accident and I woke up in 1973. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time?Clicking the paragraph above will take you to the Wikipedia entry, pretty much worth it just for the music listing.
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Post by rikita on Jun 22, 2013 9:12:59 GMT
that was a quite cool series.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2015 7:24:45 GMT
I never thought that I would watch my internal body parts live on a screen. I remember that people had to wait days sometimes just to get an x-ray.
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Post by mickthecactus on Jul 31, 2015 12:42:12 GMT
Filling up the coal scuttle from the coal shed for the boiler.
Walking home about 5 miles each weekend but along the train track as it was the straightest route home.
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Post by onlyMark on Jul 31, 2015 15:39:09 GMT
The cliche of going down the bottom of the yard to the toilet.
Winding clocks and telling the time when there are just hands and not digital numbers.
Giving money to bus conductors.
Dropping your toast in the fire.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jul 31, 2015 17:36:06 GMT
Coincidentally, a young woman asked me for the time yesterday on the street, so I moved my wrist so she could see my watch correctly. She said she couldn't read it, that I had to tell her. I'm guessing she was under 30 years old, but not that young.
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Post by lagatta on Aug 1, 2015 13:55:08 GMT
Funny, my little alarm clock and my watch (which I rarely wear) are both ones with faces.
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Post by kerouac2 on Mar 9, 2018 5:45:48 GMT
Having to wait two minutes for the picture tube to warm up on the television was unbearable for a child.
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Post by questa on Mar 9, 2018 6:48:20 GMT
Lots of memories. Those duplicating machines Roneo or Gestetner were horrid. If I typed the wrong letter into the stencil it entailed using nail polish to cover the letter, wait for it to dry then type the correct letter through the polish.
Remember the old mangle for pressing water out of just washed laundry? 2 horizontally placed wooden cylinders, one on top of the other,connected to a long handle which when turned squeezed the water out of the sheets etc. You fed the sopping clothes in one side and got just wet ones on the other.
I recently saw one and asked my 30+ friend if she knew what it was. No idea...I gave clue after clue but had to demonstrate before she got it. Then she asked where it plugged into the power point.
Just remembered a "naughty" saying of the day..."Laugh?....I haven't laughed so much since Grandma caught her tits in the mangle!"
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