You've curated excellent items, all of them making my head snap. I find myself feeling sad not as for my advanced age, but for how the infinite number of insidious rules and regulations that have encroached upon our lives - remembering when children played without helmets, men being men doing manly things, women being beautiful and feminine and looking like they're auditioning for Hustler, real cars so luxurious that you slid in across the sofa-sized seat and just drove because it was such a treat and the sweet, sweet sound of the new 8 Track Tape Deck!
These snippets of the history we experienced are a treasure. Thank you, Sir!
We called them the monkey bars. A continual source of bloody elbows and knees and cracking your skull against some other kid’s head and both dropping to the hard ground and punching it out to the delight of every kid on the playground. And nobody squealed to the playground monitor. And to think we survived to tell about it…
I remember the taste of that spoon. I hated that. And the texture of dry spoon with smooth ice cream in my mouth gave me chills up and down my spine. There was just something about that. I hated it.
I. Love. These.
You've curated excellent items, all of them making my head snap. I find myself feeling sad not as for my advanced age, but for how the infinite number of insidious rules and regulations that have encroached upon our lives - remembering when children played without helmets, men being men doing manly things, women being beautiful and feminine and looking like they're auditioning for Hustler, real cars so luxurious that you slid in across the sofa-sized seat and just drove because it was such a treat and the sweet, sweet sound of the new 8 Track Tape Deck!
These snippets of the history we experienced are a treasure. Thank you, Sir!
You are a wise man Dave.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbB4xnfI9G4&ab_channel=JudasPriestVEVO
We called them the monkey bars. A continual source of bloody elbows and knees and cracking your skull against some other kid’s head and both dropping to the hard ground and punching it out to the delight of every kid on the playground. And nobody squealed to the playground monitor. And to think we survived to tell about it…
Clothes pins, 8 tracks, Kmart snack bars !! I’d go back to that any day ! But fagged out feeling ? Never heard that one - and try saying that now 🙄
Her husband probably got lucky when coming home from work…..if his timing was right🤭
So many images from my youth.
Thank you for the photos
I remember the taste of that spoon. I hated that. And the texture of dry spoon with smooth ice cream in my mouth gave me chills up and down my spine. There was just something about that. I hated it.
Not sure if it was real wood, my guess is yes… maybe humans aren’t meant to rub our tongues on wood!
same…
Great images here. I remember the SSP racer and the Clothes pins and the 8 track player. All parts of a much better lifetime.