Hey tomatotom,you may be are toohard on yourself,just because you lived a sheltered life doesn't make you ignorant,just not exposed to certain things..that's just life.
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Hey tomatotom,you may be are toohard on yourself,just because you lived a sheltered life doesn't make you ignorant,just not exposed to certain things..that's just life.
Very true, arr&bee
Thank you 😀
Let's remember something more pleasant, ok?
I don't know if you guys had them where you grew up, but one of the most pleasant things I can remember from my childhood days is being told that "tomorrow is a teachers' meeting, we don't have any school". Those were like unscheduled holidays that popped up somewhat unexpectedly once every school year.
I loved teachers' meetings. :)
Yeah, but then there were the dreaded "Parent-Teachers" conferences when your parents would go up to the school to get a report on you directly from your teacher while you waited at home on pins and needles! LOL!
I also remember Parent - Teacher nights where you had to go with your parents to see your teacher and she would give her report on you right in front of you and your parents! I also made out on those ok.
Yeah, I'll never forget my Algebra teacher telling my mom that I was struggling after the first grading period during one of those conferences. Between them, they decided that instead of study hall, I would attend tutoring. The good news is that I'm now pretty good at Algebra and problem solving.
psssssssssssss...pssssssssssssss..over here jerry,look keep it down about being good at math and problem solving,if west reads this he may hire you to look over the contract I drew up for ms.moe[superstar]and then i'll have to pay her a real salary...shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
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We had no surprise teacher meeting days. But we had "Blizzard Days" - when too much snow fell. We could have skied or snowshoed to school, but it was more practical to not open the schools on days with heavy dumpings and lots of wind, and no visibility. Back in the late '40s and early '50s the street lights were weaker, too.
Robb, I remember. I use to LOVE the "Blizzards Days" or as they called them in other areas "Snow Days". I'm not talking 3-4 inches of snow and schools closed, we had to get at least a foot of snow before they would even consider it and we usually would not find out until the morning before school was to start. I remember being out for 2 weeks after the Great Blizzard of '78. One week during the December 1974 storm and days here and there in other years.
Teacher/Parent meeting days were always on the calendar and scheduled so we all knew when they were.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaa...what blizzard days???we allllwayyyys had to go to school,of course some times the teacher didn't make it in so,as a treat we had the principle or vice principle sit in...and they never smiled.
JAI way up North where I grew up, the blizzards sometimes were so bad that the National Guard was called in to drop food bundles in the streets. LOL! We would walk to school even if it were 10 deg below zero. I remember in January 1977 it went more than 25 degrees below zero.
Hey marv we used to get food bundles too...oh that was welfare,never mind.
Hey remember those pre[polariod]days when we had to send our photos to the drug store to get em developed,and our anticipation[about a week]to get em back?
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..hey marv i still have the old brownie,sadly it doesn't work but it's a classic.
I love this post and how we come up with these classic memories..who's next??
What are your earliest memories of going to the barber shop?
Even after Polaroid came out, you had to do that. Remember those pocket cameras? They were all the rage in the 70s.
I remember my sister had an Kodak Instamatic that used those cube flash bulbs.
Both kinds of cameras used cartridge-type film. I think Fuji still sells the film, but they are next to impossible to find. they went away with the disposable cameras that were still popular ten years ago.
Nowadays,. it'a all about either highly expensive cameras, digital cameras, and the digital cameras on your smartphone. Thing is, even with so many ways to get the picture off the phone and into your SD card, cloud service, or computer, many people still don't know how. The operating systems really aren't that easy to navigate. Wasn't it easier to just snap the picture, let it slide out, and wave it around for five minutes?
Well my clearest, earliest memory of going to the barber shop was early 1964 [[Poor Clark's Barbershop which is still operating today!). My dad dropping me and my brother off but before leaving giving the barber instructions on how HE wanted our hair cut. I remember the little black and white TV there and watching ALI vs Liston on Wide World of Sports.
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I was used to 60 degrees F below zero regular temperature and probably 100 below wind chill. I'm sure we had school opened on many days when the temperature was 20 below. I remember whole winter months that averaged under 10 below zero F, for the whole month [[average of temperature every hour of the month - meaning the highs could have averaged 0 degrees, and the lows 20 below zero.
I was about four when i went with my father to the shop in da hood[where else?]
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I remember those days, related to our family's photos. But, I'm over 70 years old, and never owned a hand camera. I finally owned a camera when it came with my desktop I-Mac in 2007. I finally got a hand camera when I bought my first mobile phone 2 years ago. But, I've never used it. I worked for The UN for 20 years, in Africa and Asia, and traveled all over Europe and North America many years, and never took a photo [[other than tourists asking me to take photos of them with their cameras. I think I've pushed a button on a camera [[someone else's) maybe 10 times in my long life. I skied and mountain climbed in Morocco, Turkey, Slovakia, all over Canada, USA, Norway, Sweden, The Alps, highlands of Ethiopia, Lebanon. been to ancient ruins all over Europe, The Mediterranean, North Africa, The Middle and Far East, rainforests in Africa and Southeast Asia, and took not one photo. I have only a handful of photos friends or family have taken. I'm like Al Capone. Photos of me are rare. I have no photo album.
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I was about 3 when I got my first haircut. Like all my haircuts before age 10 or so, my parents just had the barber use the electric shaver to shave it pretty short all over. That was called a "butch haircut". I had kinky hair, so, I didn't mind. Children's haircuts were 25¢ Canadian in Winnipeg, and 25¢ US in Chicago, when we visited there in summer or Christmas vacation. After we moved to Chicago near the beginning of the '60s, I got my haircuts in "Da Hood", on The South Side, a couple doors down from my father's grocery store. I still got a clipper short-cropped cut, as I didn't like a lot of hair on my head. Afros hadn't come in yet, and when they did, I didn't let my hair grow out.
Remember the neighbor who had a great record collection and wasn't shy about letting it blast in the summer?
Photos of me are also rare. That's because since 1973 or so I was almost always the one taking the photos. For a variety of reasons photos I've taken have been and may still be in peoples homes all over the USA. Possible in other countries but I have no knowledge of that.
My childhood was fairly well documented but I personally have hundreds of photos of my nephews and nieces from the time they were babies until now that they're all in their 20s and 30s. I miss real photography. My first camera was a Minolta XG-1 back in 1980. My cousin dropped it one day and broke it, so I bought a Canon AE-1 that I still own. No need to use it though, my two digital cameras can do everything those cameras could do without waiting a day or so for processing. And now, cell phones have cameras that are nearly as good as my digital SLR. What a world we live in.
Ha! My baby picture was taken downtown at about six months and I'm wearing a shirt with "USA Astronaut" on it because we were just starting the space race in early 1963.
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Ha! Ha! I had my OWN sailor suit from age 3 to 4. After that, the only uniforms I ever wore were for my hockey teams, from age 5 through 17.