OT: Old Cars

SilverFoxKnows said:
...My wife owns a '65 Plymouth Valiant ... we got our $1500 worth...
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A 1961 Plymouth Valiant was the first car I ever bought new right off the showroom floor. I think it cost $1200.
 
BruiseLeee said:
...Dracula hairstyle? ...
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It's a cold weather helmet. That piece over the forehead is to protect the sensitive "inner eye", sometimes called the "third eye", or "psychic eye". It was the standard cold weather gear of my tribe and a part of a total outfit called a "Snow Suit".

For small babies, these outfits would be knit out of course wool by the old women. As the children grew older, the mothers would make them out of old wool blankets and sew them on treadle machines called "Singers". They were called that because the women chanted and sang traditional songs in the native language while they worked.

I remember some words from those old songs, but I have forgotten the language. Here are some of the words I remember: "Maizedoatsndosey doatsn littledoseydivey". I recognize "maize" so I know it's something to do with corn.

I hope to be able to recall the codes before I die so I can pass the knowledge contained in these sacred chants of my elders on to the younger generation.
 
Ben Arown-Awile said:
Here are some of the words I remember: "Maizedoatsndosey doatsn littledoseydivey". I recognize "maize" so I know it's something to do with corn.

I hope to be able to recall the codes before I die so I can pass the knowledge contained in these sacred chants of my elders on to the younger generation.
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The "words" are, Mares eat oats and Does eat oats and little Does eat ivy." the best I can remember.:rolleyes:
But it is indeed in some kind of code as no one I know of knows what it means.:(
 
Yvsa said:
...it is indeed in some kind of code as no one I know of knows what it means...
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I used to hear the elders talk of a place called the "Rooty Valley". I think this must be a sacred place. before I die I plan to make a pilgrimage there to learn the secret codes and lost knowledge.
 
The "words" are, Mares eat oats and Does eat oats and little Does eat ivy." the best I can remember.
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"Mares eat oats and does eat oats, but little lambs eat ivy". Still incomprehensible though.

IIRC, Rooty Valley is right next to the Big Bopper River.
 
Ben Arown-Awile said:
It's a cold weather helmet. That piece over the forehead is to protect the sensitive "inner eye", sometimes called the "third eye", or "psychic eye". It was the standard cold weather gear of my tribe and a part of a total outfit called a "Snow Suit".

For small babies, these outfits would be knit out of course wool by the old women. As the children grew older, the mothers would make them out of old wool blankets and sew them on treadle machines called "Singers". They were called that because the women chanted and sang traditional songs in the native language while they worked.

I remember some words from those old songs, but I have forgotten the language. Here are some of the words I remember: "Maizedoatsndosey doatsn littledoseydivey". I recognize "maize" so I know it's something to do with corn.

I hope to be able to recall the codes before I die so I can pass the knowledge contained in these sacred chants of my elders on to the younger generation.
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Yes... I too am from the trailer tribe.
 
Aardvark said:
... Rooty Valley is right next to the Big Bopper River...
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The Big Bopper River, discovered in the mid 1950's, flows through Rooty Valley. A trip down the Big Bopper will reveal many hidden truths, such as what makes the world go round.

Chantilly lace and a pretty face
And a pony tail hanging down
A wiggle in the walk and giggle in the talk
Makes the world go round

But, there is even older, more arcane, knowledge contained in the Rooty Valley. The clues are coming together so quickly I feel that I am about to plunge headfirst over the edge of enlightenment.
 
cliff355 said:
...I had the same '69 Pontiac ...
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The coolest car I ever owned (not counting my Eldorado Pimpmobile) was a 1966 Pontiac GTO. It was white with a black top and black interior.

Howard, a guy I worked with, bought it new and two months later was shipped out to Viet Nam. His girlfriend bought it for the balance due. It's a long story, but I ended up marrying the girl and got the car. Don't know what became of Howard.

We kept the GTO for about four years and we split up. She traded it in for a little red Japmobile of somekind.

My new girlfriend (who became my present wife) had a 1964 VW Beetle which we eventually sold and bought a 1966 VW delivery van.

We lived in that van for several years and eventually traded it for a backpack. The last time I saw it it was sitting in the shed at Bill Martino's aunt's house in Cherokee, Kansas.
 
Mares eat oats

and does eat oats

and little lambs eat ivy.

A kid will eat ivy too,

Wouldn't you?

Now if the words sound queer and funny to your ear,

A little bit jumbled and jivey

Just say 'mares eat oats and does eat oats

And little lambs eat ivy.'


mairsy dotes and doeseydotes and liddlelamseedivey, a kiddledidiveytoo

wouldn't you?
 
For years I have pondered over these chants of the elders, now, suddenly, I am closing in on the secret truths that for all these years have alluded me. Here are two other fragments of the sacred chants that I had long forgotten that are are flooding into my mind.

"Chickerychickchalachala checkalaromey inabananika bollikawollika"

"Boopboopdittemdattem whattem chu"

I can't stand it! I am being inundated with the wisdom of the elders. The light is blinding!
 
Don't forget:

A wop-bop-a-loo-bop, a wop-bam-boo
 
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