I remember party lines. Each home had a different ring sequence, and you picked up when your ring happened. We had one old lady in the neighborhood who would listen in on others call. You could have a lot of fun if you wanted.
I Remember When..........
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I remember when I thought wrestling was real.
"it's not real you know? It's all fake"
"no it isn't! You don't even know! Shut up!"
Hahahaha
"it's not real you know? It's all fake"
"no it isn't! You don't even know! Shut up!"
Hahahaha
We used to go to a pizza place in Milwaukee that still allowed smoking. They had stacks and stacks of aluminum disposable ashtrays. We would always sit by the windows facing the main st and eat pizza and chain smoke. We brought many of those ashtrays home throughout the years. My last memory there was watching a delivery driver try to parallel park out front one day. He backed into the first car, then pulled forward and hit the car in front, then tried to back up one more time hitting the first car a second time, before taking off and parking around the building.
Our kids grew up getting used to Dad's "magical mystery tours"
No cell phones. When girls thought I was hot. When I wasn't ached up every morning.
And you have to be posting that shit on here? My god, stop smoking sir walter
"Hey, Rosita, come quick!
Down at the cantina" Speedy Gonzales
I remember back to around 1952 and onward. I lived in NH then. I remember our phone # and no dial. We had switchboard operators, private and party lines. My Gramps smoked Days 'o Work hand rubbed out and put into a cob or something. He'd carve it off with a knife and I'd watch thinking he'd cut himself. He was a giant to me. Gruff, large, strong, and yet gentle and affirming. He died at age 62.
My first cigarette was a Pall Mall at age 6, shared with my neighbor hidden by a hill by the railroad tracks that brought huge cars of granite to the mill at the end of our street. I got woozy. That would have been in '56.
They're giving green stamps with Tequila!"
The year I graduated grammar school …….. where did that. time go ? And, not just for me.
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I remember that in the 1980s, clothes and shoes were of better quality. I remember going with my mother to the doctor and seeing how the doctor smoked while examining my tonsils. I remember that my clothes always smelled of tobacco and motorcycle gasoline. Back then, industrial pastries were tastier because they contained lard. As they say here, we would get together with friends just to daydream, talking about motorcycles and sports cars, without the stress of cell phones and the internet. I also remember that in the streets there was that unmistakable smell of fruit orchards, jasmine, fig trees, orange blossom, sheep manure, and mule dung. The villages were surrounded by small farms and livestock.
That's a awesome way to spend time!
I remember when things were better all the way around.
I remember the Tonya Harding days. When athletes new what taking a knee meant.
Or the old days of 2000 when you could say hello to a woman in public and it would not be called rape in certain political areas.
Or the good days I could go to the grocery store and not be subjected to the multi color hair people walking around in bandage gear, or have to deal with 40 year old guys with waist length beards dressed as Disney princesses
Or the old days of 2000 when you could say hello to a woman in public and it would not be called rape in certain political areas.
Or the good days I could go to the grocery store and not be subjected to the multi color hair people walking around in bandage gear, or have to deal with 40 year old guys with waist length beards dressed as Disney princesses
I remember only having to dial 5 numbers on the phone to make a local call.
Odd and Even days to buy gas (1973) then they would run out just as you were next !!
I remember when I thought wrestling was real.
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"it's not real you know? It's all fake"
"no it isn't! You don't even know! Shut up!"
Hahahaha
I still have the “Dr. Rose” ashtray, a quite beautiful piece that was reserved for when my parents supervisor at the hospital lab they both worked at came for dinner. It would be sitting on a side table before he showed up.19Nov2025
Thought but it would be fun to start a thread reminiscent of the past things we remember but are long gone. Be creative from your past!
I remember when....... I was growing up if family or friends came to visit, they never asked if they could smoke, they just asked for a ashtray.
Oh, and $3 pitchers, $135/month rent and cute girls smiling at me over .30 cent drafts.