Saturday matinees
T.V. Serials
Drive in movies
Skate keys
Penny candy
Penny loafers
45 rpm records
Record players
Pitching pennys
Pitching horseshoes
Pitching woo
Stick ponies
Ten cent balsa wood airplanes
Home made kites
Home made jelly
I miss:
The smell of bread baking when we drove by the Mrs.Bairds bakery in Downtown Ft.Worth
The smells that came from the kitchen as Mom and Grandmother canned homegrown fruits and vegetables
Playing hopscotch
Redrover, Redrover can Johnny come over….
Colored eggs
Freeze Tag and "Your It !
Home made kites, boats, paper airplanes, soapbox derby cars, stilts, slingshots
G.I. Joe ( with or without a Kung Fu Grip )
Looking forward to the first day of school and longing for the last day of school
Quilting bees , Avon parties, Stanley Products and The Jolly Green Giant (Ho, Ho, Ho….)
Leave It To Beaver, Dick Van Dyke, and I STILL love Lucy
Putting on your Sunday best for Sunday school
Hearing and saying yes ma’am and no ma’am
Having to stand in a corner (yes, even that )
Our first color T.V. ( and we only had ONE in the House )
The Waltons ( Good night John boy …)
Skipping rocks , Skipping Rope ( Cinderella dressed in Yella….)
Collecting enough pop bottles to buy a movie ticket and double matinees
Hand me Down clothes ( today’s kids wouldn’t be caught dead in such things)
One telephone in the house…and it rang… and it was often a "party line"

Oh Lord I could go on and on but I must stop someplace, my eyes are beginning to mist over. So if you care to stroll down memory lane with me, tell me what you remember of days gone by.

Billy

Our first color T.V. ( and we only had ONE in the House )

I remember our first T.V. black and white; some years later I remember my grandparent's first color T.V.

& those movies!

Frankie & Annette!
Elvis!
Big Red!
Old Yeller!
& I remember saving those bottle caps.

My father had a friend who owned a bait shop/gas station/corner store (remember *those*?), & he let us raid the soft drink machine for the bottle caps so all three of us could go to the movies every Saturday for 2 or 3 weeks.

Back then, there was no way any child would have been allowed to drink enough soft drinks to get in on his/her own bottle caps!

When I was a lot younger we lived in Houston, my memory is a little fuzzy but , I think it was milk caps and I believe a TV station was wanting you to collect them and possibly win *stuff*, they were called loony bucks?
I stored them in a metal coffee can that you had to open with a key,(think spam, meaning canned meat)lol

Most schools won't even allow some of the above mentioned games because they are too violent
I do remember when my dd's were small hearing reports about cartoons being too violent, it was bugs bunny, popeye, etc
Now look at the truly violent programs

Rick we listened to the Shadow and LOVED it, lol

Lin

We made toys with clothespins also, lol
Lin, I remember the colored plastic sheet, lol I remember it having blue on the top,red and then green I think

Cheryl

I remember as a child that I was outside all of the time. We played house, checkers, made crafty stuff, and bicycled everywhere. We had big swamp coolers and no AC so summers were hot in the rooms without the swamp coolers but somehow, we didn't feel it.

I have a new grand baby and I worry. Will today's society wring all of the imagination out of her?

Linda, I can identify with you in many ways even though I don't have ADD. In the 4th grade, my mother took a teaching job at a college in a tiny Texas town. I didn't fit in. We moved there from Colorado, and I'd gone to Catholic school and was used to wearing skirts. Everyone in the new town wore jeans. I was highly imaginative, played make-believe a lot, and wrote stories & poems. They didn't. I was made fun of because I was different.

In the 6th grade, in the same tiny town, I can remember another new girl coming from Arizona who was of course "different." They picked on her too, made fun of her, and she cried. Her parents decided "our town" wasn't where they wanted to live, and they moved. Good for them!

However, in the 7th grade (yes, I'm bragging), I was making A's, had some close smart friends, and all of those who picked on me were left behind in the dust to later get pregnant or drink.

Sorry, I went off topic on this off-topic. :-)

I'm going to try and make sure my grand baby has lots of outside time.

We weren't allowed toy guns but made rubber band guns from clothespins, rubberbands and a board. Hid them from dad. My clothes didn't match the other kids, we moved here from Kansas, I didn't know the social clicks and didn't care, we were poor, dad was a mechanic with 5 kids & mom was a mom. I was the smart one in class which gets you picked on and teased even though the teacher likes you. Always did my homework when it was assigned, wrote my book reports the day they gave us a list to pick from. Never the popular kid but I didn't care, I didn't like the popular kids they were mean and cruel and I would call them on it.
TallyHO!