I'm so old I remember... (price, cost, house, cell phones)

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I remember when there were:

No Cable TV
No Starbucks
No Home Depot/Lowes
No Walmart/Target
Real people owned stores
People who put their shopping carts back
No shootouts, just fights and you were still friends
polite people

[rdlr]

I remember when we all knew the athletes in every high school in our County, and all of their parents on a first name basis, because we all went to school together.

Now we know only the athletes in our own school district, none of their parents, and just a couple of their grandparents.

[Barbara McCondra]

Glad I'm not the only one who remembers all that however vaguely.

Originally Posted by Steve Bagu

You guys are talking all MODERN stuff. I recall the Ice Box with 25 or 50 lb blocks of ice on top of the fridge. Bread man, Milk man, Ice man,Farmer wagon with fresh Fruit & vegetables all being pulled by a HORSE. Milk bottles with cream at the top. Going to the closed local bakery back door and pay the baker .09c for a loaf of hot bread. Going down the basement and turning the wine press full of grapes to make cider towards making WINE. Cider was delicious. One dip ice cream cone for .03c, double dip .05c, triple dip for .10c. GOOD old days. NOW you know what OLD is really like. Stefhen

[Barbara McCondra]

He would come pushing his huge cart down the cobblestone brick paved alleys calling out "Rags, Rags" and we were so afraid he also stole children like the gypsies we were warned about or the rag taggle people who lived on the riverfront and would occasionally come riding bareback on an old swaybag nag through the South St. Louis neighborhoods.

Originally Posted by Steve Bagu

You guys are talking all MODERN stuff. I recall the Ice Box with 25 or 50 lb blocks of ice on top of the fridge. Bread man, Milk man, Ice man,Farmer wagon with fresh Fruit & vegetables all being pulled by a HORSE. Milk bottles with cream at the top. Going to the closed local bakery back door and pay the baker .09c for a loaf of hot bread. Going down the basement and turning the wine press full of grapes to make cider towards making WINE. Cider was delicious. One dip ice cream cone for .03c, double dip .05c, triple dip for .10c. GOOD old days. NOW you know what OLD is really like. Stefhen

[Barbara McCondra]

It was a race to step on the empty packs when found in a gutter or on the sidewalk.

How about ten red plastic tokens equaled one cent and a green plastic one was equal to five red ones. They were used for sales tax!!!!

Originally Posted by Steve Bagu

You guys are talking all MODERN stuff. I recall the Ice Box with 25 or 50 lb blocks of ice on top of the fridge. Bread man, Milk man, Ice man,Farmer wagon with fresh Fruit & vegetables all being pulled by a HORSE. Milk bottles with cream at the top. Going to the closed local bakery back door and pay the baker .09c for a loaf of hot bread. Going down the basement and turning the wine press full of grapes to make cider towards making WINE. Cider was delicious. One dip ice cream cone for .03c, double dip .05c, triple dip for .10c. GOOD old days. NOW you know what OLD is really like. Stefhen

[wit-nit]

I remember cranking up the ol Model A and working the two levers on the steering wheel to adjust the spark.

[MusicFreak]

Playing outside. Playing in the snow.
Stepping in puddles when it rained.
Sitting on the front porch in the summer,
while drinking Iced Tea and listening
to the radio.
Watching American Bandstand on Saturdays.
Sundays no stores were open.
Waiting to see the moon so big and orange, knowing the
next day was going to be a HOT one!
Playing Jump rope in the street, and kick ball too!
Calling home on a rotary phone and when it was
busy you had to KEEP trying till it finally rang
OR... if it was important you'd call the Operator
and demand they cut in for an emergency!

Phone booths that you went IN and closed the
door, so no one could hear you.
A paper boy on a bicycle!!... do they do that anymore?
A milk man, who left milk for mom to pick up
the next moring in her box on the porch.

Ah, those were the days huh?

[square peg]

My brother and I used to play baseball in the neighborhood on a vacant lot. We would mow the grass using one of our parents' push mowers. A tall pine tree was the foul pole in left. The Colby's house (bless 'em) was the foul pole in right. There was a dirt road at the back of the outfield lined with telephone poles. Anything hit over the wires was an automatic home run. There were about two guys that could hit that well and I wasn't one of them.

It was an honor to play there. My brother - 4 yrs older - and his friends finally deemed me big enough to play. Still, I was small change to them and, thus, the brunt of their jokes and kidding. But I was there. I was accepted. And I was playing hardball with the big kids. It was so good to pitch, to hit, to run, to be serious about something. A few years later they built an apartment complex there and I would find myself wondering where all those hours and days had gone.

[Northwoods Voyager]

I remember a theatre in North St. Louis called 'The Queens'. During the summer months the cartoons and previews and sometimes part of the first feature would be viewed outside on seats. then when it became dark, everyone wold just go inside and watch the rest of the movies. 10 cents to get in and 5 cents for popcorn!

[Steve Bagu]

Yep, remember the spark control in middle of the steering wheel and also learning to drive a car with three foot pedals side by side, (one was NOT a gas pedal). Also driving a V16 cyl Caddy limo that had a glass partition behind the driver and a bunch of toggle switchs on the dash to control all the inside lights front and back. That car was a TRIP to drive. Steve