I think I mentioned this before. We did not get cable TV until around 1982-83 and I did not see it until I came home on school breaks. All through the 60s and 70s we only got local channels with a roof antenna. We got one of those big rotary tower antenna's in 1973 which allowed us to get a few more independent channels in Detroit and a few more Canadian stations up into Ontario. Honestly, we did not know cable TV even existed until the 80s.
In earlier years, it went something like this:
Because we were so close to Canada, we also got this at night:
We got cable in the mid-70s. I remember when HBO started at 5:00 PM every day [[went off around midnight or 1AM). Everybody in junior high was captivated by HBO. The cable company sent a little TV guide with HBO programming with the monthly bill and I'd rip the envelope open as soon as it arrived to see what was coming on.
Does anybody remember Pong? It was the first computer game. Who could have predicted that it would lead to things like Mortal Kombat, where the goal is beat down your opponent in a martial arts contest. Some video games are complex and rendered as realistically as movies, who would have thought something so simple would evolve that way?
Yep. There were a couple of other games on the console. One was Knockout but I can't remember the other. We played those stupid games for hours over my aunt's house. LOL. Kind of like the first generation of brain dead gamers. But we got tired of it within a month and were back playing tackle football in the field down the street.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaa..and try finding a manager,heck if and when one comes they might know less than the poor associate..customer service-gone to hell!!!
This is what we saw at "the end of the broadcasting day..." where I lived. LOL!
Jerry Oz - they called it extended family, after the fact! I had a friend's mom use her credit card [[no debit cards in the 70's) when I cracked my head on a mailbox [[hide-and-seek at night)and needed stitches!! I was wrapped up like The Mummy!! Today? You can be dying in the street from blood loss and that's where you'll be until someone, anyone calls for an ambulance!!!
I guess we've been on this road for a while. Reminds me of the case in California where the Stanford student saw a girl passed out drunk by a dumpster and decided it'd be smart to rape her. Why did that seem like a good idea? The judge felt compassion on the rapist and gave him 6 months in jail instead of a decade in prison and instead of kissing the sky in appreciation, the punk's family is trying to appeal to get him off with probation. I believe the judge had to quit due to the backlash.
We're lost in the...sicko zone!!!
JERRY,THOSE ARE THE PARTS OF[REMEMBER WHEN]THAT I TRY NOT TO,LIKE THE TIME I HAD A SHOTGUN POINTED AT ME FOR BEING IN A WHITE NEIGHBORHOOD AT THE WRONG TIME,WHICH MEANT ...ANY TIME,OR THE TIME I WAS PICKED UP BECAUSE I[FIT]THE DISCRIPTION OF A BANK ROBBER..[YOUNG BLACK DUDE]BUT NO APOLOGY FROM THE COPS WHO DETAINED ME AFTER WASTING MY TIME..OR THE RACIST WOMAN I ONCE WORKED FOR WHO ALMOST CALLED ME THE[N]WORD...LUCKILY FOR BOTH OF US SHE DIDN'T...[maybe it was the crazed look in my eyes that did it]I'M GLAD THAT I'VE HAD MANY MORE GOOD[REMEMBER WHENS]THAN BAD ONES.
I'll never forget when I was a paperboy. There were a few older people on my route and they were all nice to me. There was one old white lady who I saw only when I went to collect. One day, she told me that I did a great job and gave me a dime for a tip [[1976). One Sunday morning, I woke up late and had to rush out before I could pick my hair. I flew through my route to get it done before my manager got a complaint. That old white lady was up waiting for me at 7:00 AM and when she saw me, she smiled and told me how nice I looked that day. I wondered what she was talking about and only later realized that she appreciated seeing a black kid with kinked up nappy hair. Probably reminded her of her younger days. I probably shouldn't have taken offense, but I kind of saw her differently after that.
BTW: This is not even a grievance. I have grievances that shaped my worldview and this anecdote doesn't rank.
Jerry, I was a paperboy too in 1973. I had many elderly customers. Some would try to give me food; a funeral director tried to give me flowers for my mother left over from someone's service. All sorts of things. Back then, my neighborhood was about 70% white and 30% black. A year and half after I stopped delivering papers because I was busy with high school, a good chuck of the white residents moved away from the neighborhood after living there for decades! I was too young to really understand why that happened.
My neighborhood was always about 95% black although it was a middle class area and all of us lived in two parent homes. Only five or so white kids went to my elementary school. My junior high school was probably about 60% white but it was a mile and a half from my neighborhood. High school was probably 50-50 and it was two miles away. Not surprisingly, Columbus lost a lawsuit that found it built small schools for white kids to keep them out of majority black classrooms and the overall makeup of most schools changed to about 70-30. That changed within a couple years after the lawsuit because the white people who could afford to move to the suburbs cut and ran out of the city.
But let's get back to those happy times..like when your father would put you in charge when he left for work saying-ok son you're the man of the house til i get back-and being all of six made you feel so proud.
Who's had this experience - you could not go outside to play until the house was spotless!! Your buddies could ring the bell 10 times! Mom would remind them all ten times what you and your siblings were doing! Oh. And don't fail the clean test! You had to start all over again " until it's clean, mister"!!
Kids are so stupid. We used to waste more time griping about chores than it took to do them. With that said, I used to hate raking leaves in the fall but I can still smell them from when my brother and I would jump into the pile when we were done.
Haaaaaaa,marv you ain't never lied i used to half do the job til mom rolled up in there and i had to do it right..funny because years later i thought that i had escaped but my wife is the same way..dang-hehehe!!
I learned tricks on how to get out of work from our neighbor, Mr. Dotson from across the street. He was around my grandfather's age. He would tell me that whenever my parents tried to show me how to do the chore, just pretend you just couldn't get it right and make them show you again. He said that by the time they finish showing me, that the work would be almost done! LOL! His grandson is the popular, well known Hip Hop artist named Lyfe Jennings. RIP Mr. Dotson and thanks!
If you're old enough....you'll remember these. I thought they tasted gross. They
had an odd taste...to say the least. God only knows what those straws were coated
with.
And I know everybody enjoyed Goober, even though it was not in the proper proportion for a really good PB&J sandwich.
Speaking of straws and flavored powder, I know you remember Pixie Stix. I was addicted to these.
Remember these? I was just explaining to my nephew [[who is now 33 years old!)what these were and that they were our favorites when I was a kid:
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I used to prefer ice cream sandwiches. Especially when the cookies were crisp and cold enough that they broke when you bite them. I didn't like Bomb Pops.
BTW: Remember when you didn't blow your top when you heard the ice cream truck playing one of the most racist songs in American history? Sometimes, knowledge can do that to you.
Remember the "Presidential Physical Fitness award"? You could earn one by the number of push ups, sit ups, chin ups,etc you could do. LOL!
I remember that. Do you remember your teacher rubbing something on your arm to see if you had Tuberculosis? I never saw what happened to somebody who was positive because nobody in my class ever had it. I recall at least two and possibly three different grades where they did that.
I don't remember that. I do remember in 1966, my first grade teacher Mrs. Harste making me go to the front of the class and stay there until I figured out how to tie my shoe! LOL! See, my Dad always tied my shoes up in mornings before I left for school, so I hadn't learned how by that point. During the day my laces came a loose, so my teacher made me keep trying to tie them until I got them to at least look like they were tied up LOL!
Did anyone have a wooden sled?
Does anyone remember drinking something in grade school that was supposed to replace the polio shot? It was just a quick swallow but i don't think it lasted too long,a faint memory!
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