Here's to US !!!!

I like it Skunk:thumbup: 1960 here, and I'm always bitchin about how I miss the good ole simple days.
I try to simplify lately, but think I'll always need several TV channels(only got 3 untill in my 20's). Not sure if I can, but hope to get rid of my internet in a few years...and maybe my cell phone.
I'm even totin slipjoints again lately:D


My late mother and father were born in 1923, and 1926. I feel that was truely the greatest generation. And don't just think that because of the Tom Brokaw Book:p(though I do have it).
 
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72' here...

Candy cigarettes that powder smoke came out of when you blew through
them....

Working in the Tobacco fields... School would even be postponed until
the the season was over.... (so the kids could continue to work)...

Playing sports for the school or the church,and THEM supplying the
equipment...and no dues.... And as another poster stated; If you
didn't make the team,tough luck...Had to try to improve and make it next time!



Thaks for the post Skunk...!

We lose more and more of our freedoms with every passing day!
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I wrestled in HS, but there was this one guy that I just couldn't beat to move up, he had been doing it forever, camps every summer etc. :eek:

But anyway, there was this one match that they asked me to compete in and a weight class above me (I was 132). I said sure why not.

I set the HS record for match pin that still hasn't been beat even to this day, and it was back in 1980 when I set it. :thumbup:

It was 30 Seconds. :D :thumbup:

You should have seen the place when I did it, it went wild.....
 
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Wow, that brings back a lot of great memories. I was born in '72 & was raised in rural Southern West Virginia (save the jokes, I've heard most of 'em already:D). As kids, if we weren't outside, it was probably because it was raining. I loved to camp & hike. Fortunately, even though my wife's not a big fan of the outdoors, she & my 4 year old daughter do like to car camp. That reminds me, I need to start planning our first trip of the season...

GregB
BaconBeavers

p.s. Dave, at least he was going to church:p
 
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Great post.

Thing I miss, in addition to all the above, is no Sunday shopping. Sunday was family day, no stores, no businesses, no work, everybody had to pause for one day. Religious motivations aside, it was nice just to know that on that one day you couldn't do anything but be at home, or with the family, or out on some non-commercial venture. Now everything's about buy this and buy that.

Like Brooks said in Shawshank Redemption, "The world went and got itself into a big damn hurry."

Here's to the good old days....
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...oh yeah - 1972 here. Not that old, but old enough to appreciate those 38 years and realize how precious and short our life on God's green earth is.
 
Leaf Fan said:
Great post.

Thing I miss, in addition to all the above, is no Sunday shopping. Sunday was family day, no stores, no businesses, no work, everybody had to pause for one day. Religious motivations aside, it was nice just to know that on that one day you couldn't do anything but be at home, or with the family, or out on some non-commercial venture. Now everything's about buy this and buy that.

Like Brooks said in Shawshank Redemption, "The world went and got itself into a big damn hurry."

Here's to the good old days....
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...oh yeah - 1972 here. Not that old, but old enough to appreciate those 38 years and realize how precious and short our life on God's green earth is.
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I remember when everything in town was closed on Wednesdays and Sundays. :D :thumbup:
 
Yeah!! I made the cut. '78!!! Skunk, awesome post. I did every one of those things. So much of it rang true. Riding your bike on what felt like an epic journey only 10 miles away. Getting older kids to buy you a Playboy, and then congregating back in the woods to flip through it. Stick ball... BB gun fights (two pump only rule applied)... Damn Skunk. Good post.
 
Sep 1966 here.

I remember taking trips from Arizona to California in the back of the station wagon (big Ford I think) on a mattress my folks put back there so my sister and I could sleep.

And taking the Schwinn bike with the banana seat out to the desert so we could see how far I could jump it.

Hide and seek when the sun went down was always fun.

Bottle rocket wars at the high school.

TV was great: Happy Days, MASH, Black Sheep Squadron, Magnum PI, and of course The A-Team.

Good times... :thumbup:
 
Or spending 15 minutes pushing your Big Wheel up a 45 degree hill just to scream on the 45 seconds of mayhem that ensued. Hah, great thread.
Joe
 
Fire crackers, bb guns, .22 rifles and ................ heaven forbid ..................... pocket knives. I even had fixed blade knives @ 5 years old. They dug better roads for my Hot Wheels and Tonkas, cut scotch broom better for forts and cut bigger stuff into tinder for fires. I remember my Mom letting me have only one box of matches and tell me I better not burn the woods down. Those were the days. Wish I had INFI back then and I wish I had more now.
 
72' miss lining up what seemed like hundreds of little green army men and blowing up the ranks with fire crackers.
 
adrock1978 said:
Yeah!! I made the cut. '78!!! Skunk, awesome post. I did every one of those things. So much of it rang true. Riding your bike on what felt like an epic journey only 10 miles away. Getting older kids to buy you a Playboy, and then congregating back in the woods to flip through it. Stick ball... BB gun fights (two pump only rule applied)... Damn Skunk. Good post.
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LOL... But there was always someone who CHEATED!

I still have a little scar on my right bicep from a BB that got lodged under the skin. For the offense of violating the "2 pump rule", the offender was subjected to firing squad without shirt. Funny stuff... :D
 
There were still pansies back then too though, I was surprised their Moms didn't dress their Sons in Dresses they were so bad.

There are a lot more of them these days though....

You can really tell the difference in Most young people these days though.......
 
One TV in the whole house, not every room, and only on for a few hours a night most nights...except for Saturday mornings. Loony Tunes & Tom & Jerry still favorites of mine...
Summer camp in New Hampshire was where I was introduced to firearms, knives, trail hiking, mountain climbing, canoeing, woodcraft, and week-long camping trips out in the 'wild'... all starting at the age of 9. I hear the camp (Camp Mowglis on Newfound Lake, Hebron, NH) still exists, wonder if it is as it was then...
Days when a PlayStation was the area around your toy chest... Books were read, stories told...and when you went out to play, no one could reach you unless they saw you...
No beepers, cellphones, Internet...Although I don't mind the 'Net. Without it, I'd have never met so many fine folks through BladeForums. :) Later on, video games were in an arcade at the mall or mebbe a few towns over...
And people actually used their imagination. :thumbup:

Born late '68...My, how things have changed.
 
Ah yes, the many BB gun wars, the days of Manhunt, throwing dirtballs and smoke mushrooms at each other, riding distances on my BMX Free Spirit that at the time felt like they would rival the Tour De France, those were the days.
 
Yup, forgot about the BB gun wars and the bottle rocket wars. Throwing walnuts at each other, and getting that nasty stuff all over you when you go hit. Hell, even throwing little apples at each other. Shooting my little kid bow in the front yard, and getting plastic single action army handguns and seeing who had the quickest draw.

How about this one? Playing tag and dodgeball in school before it became "segregating" and "violent".
 
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here's one of my better memories, before i started drinking... ;)

i was about 9 years old and shooting birds down in the draw, probably 50 yards across the bottom with banks on both side about 30 yards high.

a couple of kids started throwing rocks and clods at me from the top bank and i hid behind a old hunk of cement culvert that was laying in the bottom.

i yelled at them to stop or i would shoot, they kept right on throwing.

i jumped up and leveled about neck high with my daisy and ripped off a round knowing i would nail one of the thugs about mid section.

bad deal, the bb hit right at their feet kicking up a small puff of dust, they curled their lips back and laughed at me and continued even harder than ever.

now i have been hit in the head with rocks before (that's whats wrong with me now) and they hurt bad!

cranking in another round and wiping the dust off my front site i calculated another shot. jumping up right after a couple of rocks hit i let fly again, this time with about a six foot hold over.

sure as crap i watched the bb arc up over there silhouettes and start its path downward...

straight into the guy on the lefts eye.

HOLY JOHN WAYNE! :eek: i shot his fricking eye out!!!

he grabbed his eye and both ran away, me running twice as fast for my bedroom where i stayed.

jumping forward a couple of hours, the doorbell rang, my mom answered and yelled down the stairs for me to come up.

the story was told that i just ambushed the thugs and attacked with out provocation. i told my story and the hoodlums fessed up that they had toss a couple of rocks to scare me.

my bb had nailed the kid in the corner of his eye and didn't shoot his eye out much to my relief, but he was playing this superficial wound up to the max.

anyway, after they left my mom asked for my daisy and went out in the back yard and holding it by the barrel smashed it against the 4 inch metal pipe that was holding the patio up. all i could salvage were the few remaining bb's.

moving out a week or so later i was still down in that gully hunting with a brand new daisy i bought at the hardware store, i think it cost about 6 bucks back in 60, maybe 10, but it was nice, shot better than the other one.

i never left home with out my personal protection, never have since...

and those gutter snipe neighbor kids never tried to rock the skunk again, never.

"Now ain't that a daisy!"



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idahoskunk said:
here's one of my better memories, before i started drinking... ;)

i was about 9 years old and shooting birds down in the draw, probably 50 yards across the bottom with banks on both side about 30 yards high.

a couple of kids started throwing rocks and clods at me from the top bank and i hid behind a old hunk of cement culvert that was laying in the bottom.

i yelled at them to stop or i would shoot, they kept right on throwing.

i jumped up and leveled about neck high with my daisy and ripped off a round knowing i would nail one of the thugs about mid section.

bad deal, the bb hit right at their feet kicking up a small puff of dust, they curled their lips back and laughed at me and continued even harder than ever.

now i have been hit in the head with rocks before (that's whats wrong with me now) and they hurt bad!

cranking in another round and wiping the dust off my front site i calculated another shot. jumping up right after a couple of rocks hit i let fly again, this time with about a six foot hold over.

sure as crap i watched the bb arc up over there silhouettes and start its path downward...

straight into the guy on the lefts eye.

HOLY JOHN WAYNE! :eek: i shot his fricking eye out!!!

he grabbed his eye and both ran away, me running twice as fast for my bedroom where i stayed.

jumping forward a couple of hours, the doorbell rang, my mom answered and yelled down the stairs for me to come up.

the story was told that i just ambushed the thugs and attacked with out provocation. i told my story and the hoodlums fessed up that they had toss a couple of rocks to scare me.

my bb had nailed the kid in the corner of his eye and didn't shoot his eye out much to my relief, but he was playing this superficial wound up to the max.

anyway, after they left my mom asked for my daisy and went out in the back yard and holding it by the barrel smashed it against the 4 inch metal pipe that was holding the patio up. all i could salvage were the few remaining bb's.

moving out a week or so later i was still down in that gully hunting with a brand new daisy i bought at the hardware store, i think it cost about 6 bucks back in 60, maybe 10, but it was nice, shot better than the other one.

i never left home with out my personal protection, never have since...

and those gutter snipe neighbor kids never tried to rock the skunk again, never.

"Now ain't that a daisy!"



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:D I used to own a pump Daisey rifle and two Crossman .357 CO2 pistols. In the woods behind my house was a large clearing with a giant rock face you could climb. We would position one person on the ridge with the rifle behind a piece of plywood. The pistoliers would team up down in the clearing, and hide behind whatever cover they could. At 10 pumps, the rifle could kill Raccoon sized animals. We had a 2 pump rule (that no one followed). Protected only by a pair of shop goggles, we would wage BB gun wars for hours. The pistols, being CO2, could rapid fire, but the rifle had the aim. I'm sure I still have a BB or two lodged somewhere in me.

You just can't beat the "stupid" fun of the good old days.
 
Good Stuff Skunk - I'm right there with ya

Cherry Bombs, Buzz Bombs, M80's, had my first Barlow at 5, BB gun at 6, and a 410 at 8.

Smoked rabbit tobacco, made bamboo spears, had Sunday dinner after church at Granny's - every Sunday.

Went sledding in cardboard boxes, made a chopper out of my bike, had Roman Candle fights :eek:

Crew cuts, Mayonnaise sandwiches, country ham, and sweet tea by the gallons

Played in the barn, creek, woods, all day. Grapevines were cool until they broke ;) Used gas to light fires and singed a few hairs

Our one black and white TV was for watching the news or ballgames, on one of 3 chanels. Had to step out on the porch to turn the antenna.

No AC in cars or houses

and no whining! :thumbup:
 
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