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I had a bottle of this (cologne) sitting unused in my bathroom for 30 years. A guy was at the house to repair the stove. He went to use the bathroom & when he came back into the kitchen, he mentioned that he hasn't seen English Leather with the wood cap for years & he was a collector.
I told him he could have it. His whole face lit up. Didn't their ad say, "All my men wear English Leather - or they wear nothing at all."


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Aunt Marg said:
Gone but not forgotten... the old treadle sewing machine.

I remember mom sewing lots when my siblings and I were younger. There was always something needing done, and I can still remember the sound of the foot-pedal moving back and forth and mom stitched her talent.

Hemmed cuffs on pants, Halloween costumes, alterations, repairs, she did it all manually until she got her electric sewing machine, which wasn't until well into the 70's.

Your place to buy and sell all things handmade | Singer sewing machine, Treadle sewing machines, Old sewing machines
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@Aunt Marg I bought myself a Singer Treadle circa 1926 a few years ago and got it back in working order
but I only use it as a conversation piece of furniture
I did learn to sew on one of these long long ago and one came up in an Online Classified Ads which I was
browsing one day and saw it....so it was meant to be mine 😊
 
peramangkelder said:
@Aunt Marg I bought myself a Singer Treadle circa 1926 a few years ago and got it back in working order
but I only use it as a conversation piece of furniture
I did learn to sew on one of these long long ago and one came up in an Online Classified Ads which I was
browsing one day and saw it....so it was meant to be mine 😊
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I'll bet it's gorgeous, Peram.

The cabinets in which they were built were works of art IMO, and all of the painted scrollwork on the sewing machines themselves truly separated the ordinary from the extraordinary.

Love the sounds of your sewing machine.
 
MickaC said:
I remember the hours my Mom and Gramma spent with their treadle machines, was always on the go.
Mom tried to teach me with the treadle machine, but i just couldn't get it.
Endless quilt tops, aprons, pillow cases from the flour bags, clothes, it never collected dust.
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That's exactly how I remember things in my childhood home, seldom did a day pass where mom wasn't sitting in front of her treadle doing something or another.

Such a warm and homey reminder of days (years) past, where time stood still, and people reserved more time for themselves, unlike today.
 
Aunt Marg said:
Love the old vintage ads, Peram!

I can't say I remember California Poppy, and I've been racking my brain all afternoon trying to remember the name of the hair tonic I remember my dad using. Smelled like an unwashed head of hair! LOL!

If I remember correctly, it came in a clear, see-through glass bottle, and the tonic oil itself was clear as well.
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Wildroot?
 
applecruncher said:
One of my bfs wore Jade East.
Don't have a pic but it was quite popular.
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English Leather and Hai Karate were very popular, too. The guy would show up for a date absolutely *reeking* of one of those after shave/colognes and you KNEW seduction was the order of the evening.

Remember the ad: "My men wear English Leather or they wear nothing at all"? Pretty heady talk for the time.
 
Aunt Marg said:
Since replying to you earlier as to a possible name brand of hair oil my dad used, I have searched, brainstormed, and everything in-between, and still, I am at a loss as to what the name was. It's driving me mad. :)

Not Brilliantine, which leads me to believe, possibly, my dad used to get the brand he used through a local barbershop.

But, yes, the pillowcases, clothing, shirt colors, and whatever else rubbed-up against ones oiled-down hair, not to mention the uncomfortable feeling of a greasy, oily scalp/hair.
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Remember when the ladies pinned doilies on the top of the backs of sofas and chairs? The doilies were called "antimacassars" and besides looking decorative, they kept men's hair oil (active ingredient - Macassar oil) from staining the back of the upholstered furniture. Thus......antimacassar. Fun Facts - Antimacassar - Nicole Scott Designs Inc.
 
jujube said:
Remember when the ladies pinned doilies on the top of the backs of sofas and chairs? The doilies were called "antimacassars" and besides looking decorative, they kept men's hair oil (active ingredient - Macassar oil) from staining the back of the upholstered furniture. Thus......antimacassar. Fun Facts - Antimacassar - Nicole Scott Designs Inc.
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OMG, talk about a walk down memory lane, Jujube!

Yes! I totally remember! In fact it seems like yesterday!

I actually have a wonderful old vintage antimacassar, and though I don't use it, the intricate work on it is beautiful.

Gosh, had you not mentioned it, I would have totally forgot about them.
 
My grandmother crocheted doilies.

Doilies were everywhere.

Over and above the ones on the backs and arms of upholstered furniture, every other piece of furniture had a doily on it. Dressers and chests had long dresser-doilies, end tables and bed tables had doilies. Never was a fruitbowl or a vase of flowers set down on a table without the apparently-federally-mandated doily put down first, the frillier the better. The TV had a doily on it, so that the "TV Lamp" (remember those? hers was a lighted rose in a glass ball) had something to sit on and didn't get its feelings hurt. The table lamps were on doilies. The little china shepherdesses were on doilies. There was a crystal dish of permanently-stuck-together hard candy sitting on a doily on the coffee table just in case someone happened to fancy a piece of 10-year-old fuzzy candy and also happened to have a rock hammer in her purse handy. The coffee table was covered with a piece of glass that had …….c'mon, you KNOW what's coming.....a large doily under the it.

There was a specially-made doily to fit over the toaster because, y'know, who wants dust on their toast?

Of course, all those doilies had to periodically be taken up, hand-washed and bleached and starched and ironed and put down again.

I firmly believe that the "proper" ladies of the 40's and 50's carried an emergency supply of doilies in their purses in case they needed to step in and decorate "doily-deprived" homes. It was their Christian duty. Oh, speaking of Christian duty, her Bible had a doily-like cover for it.
 
Aunt Marg said:
Boy, does the picture of the rubber pants ever bring back memories! As a stay-at-home mom of 6, I put all 6 of my kids through rubber pants, and there wasn't a household around where I babysat at where rubber pants weren't in use. Everyone used cloth diapers.

Outhouses, you bet! The ugly and scary spiders, the stench, the middle of the night treks to visit the potty with flashlight in-hand, oh my word, I DO NOT miss those days!

Toni Home Perms, OMG, when it came to the odour, was there anything worse?! The stink would linger for DAYS, burning your nose and eyes, and it seemed like our house was Toni Central! If it wasn't my mom getting a perm, it was my grandma, or an aunt! I used to dread perm night at our house! Between the stink of the perms and cigarettes, it was enough to drive you out of the house!
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jujube said:
My grandmother crocheted doilies.

Doilies were everywhere.

Over and above the ones on the backs and arms of upholstered furniture, every other piece of furniture had a doily on it. Dressers and chests had long dresser-doilies, end tables and bed tables had doilies. Never was a fruitbowl or a vase of flowers set down on a table without the apparently-federally-mandated doily put down first, the frillier the better. The TV had a doily on it, so that the "TV Lamp" (remember those? hers was a lighted rose in a glass ball) had something to sit on and didn't get its feelings hurt. The table lamps were on doilies. The little china shepherdesses were on doilies. There was a crystal dish of permanently-stuck-together hard candy sitting on a doily on the coffee table just in case someone happened to fancy a piece of 10-year-old fuzzy candy and also happened to have a rock hammer in her purse handy. The coffee table was covered with a piece of glass that had …….c'mon, you KNOW what's coming.....a large doily under the it.

There was a specially-made doily to fit over the toaster because, y'know, who wants dust on their toast?

Of course, all those doilies had to periodically be taken up, hand-washed and bleached and starched and ironed and put down again.

I firmly believe that the "proper" ladies of the 40's and 50's carried an emergency supply of doilies in their purses in case they needed to step in and decorate "doily-deprived" homes. It was their Christian duty. Oh, speaking of Christian duty, her Bible had a doily-like cover for it.
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It was doily-ville in my childhood home, let me tell you.

Doilies everywhere was the name of the game... crocheted, brocade, along with cut-velvet and tapestry doilies. Mom had them all. As much as I love homemade crafts and things, the crocheted doilies with the scalloped edges (I loathed), yet they were my moms favourite. The larger and more colourful - the better.

Washed, starched and ironed, they were always perfect.

ROFLMAO, about women carrying around with them an emergency doily or two, back in the day!
 
Speaking of Electrolux vacuum cleaners, mine is still going strong and is almost 40 years old, and what an outstanding vacuum it's been!

My kids used to sit on the canister portion when they were little, and enjoy the ride while I was vacuuming! LOL!

Was the very first thing we bought, signed our life away to buy it, with payments every month.
 
jujube said:
Remember when the ladies pinned doilies on the top of the backs of sofas and chairs? The doilies were called "antimacassars" and besides looking decorative, they kept men's hair oil (active ingredient - Macassar oil) from staining the back of the upholstered furniture. Thus......antimacassar. Fun Facts - Antimacassar - Nicole Scott Designs Inc.
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That's interesting- I never knew they had a practical purpose!!
 
rgp said:
Drive-ins are making a comeback locally they say ?

I had a kitchen table & chairs, like the one posted ..... but got rid of it when i moved here 20 years ago.
Wish I had it back ........
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They sure don't make them like they used to, do they?
 
Wow. This has been one of the best threads I’ve read, anywhere. The memories are wonderful. There aren’t many things I don’t remember.

Recently I was wondering where my bronzed shoes are. They cost quite a bit and my mother had a long wait for them to be finished. As mentioned, they sat on the dresser. I have no use for them now & don’t think anyone would. Dust collectors.

Pick Up Stix was the best game. We could play for ages and then do the same the next day.

Crocheting doilies. Saw some women at a stitch ’n bitch group making them. It’s an art but what would you do with them now. You can’t even sell them for a pittance at a garage sale. I still have my mother’s white tablecloth which looks lovely over a red cloth at Christmas. It never comes out of the drawer. I don’t have the heart to get rid of it when I think of all the hours she spent making it.
 
Jules said:
Wow. This has been one of the best threads I’ve read, anywhere. The memories are wonderful. There aren’t many things I don’t remember.

Recently I was wondering where my bronzed shoes are. They cost quite a bit and my mother had a long wait for them to be finished. As mentioned, they sat on the dresser. I have no use for them now & don’t think anyone would. Dust collectors.

Pick Up Stix was the best game. We could play for ages and then do the same the next day.

Crocheting doilies. Saw some women at a stitch ’n bitch group making them. It’s an art but what would you do with them now. You can’t even sell them for a pittance at a garage sale. I still have my mother’s white tablecloth which looks lovely over a red cloth at Christmas. It never comes out of the drawer. I don’t have the heart to get rid of it when I think of all the hours she spent making it.
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Us kids never had bronzed baby shoes, but a lot of my cousins did, as did many kids I used to babysit. So true, at the time it was a novel idea, and everyone was doing it, but decades later, they become nothing more than dust-collectors.

I remember Pick Up Stix! We used to also play with dominoes, not in the true sense, but rather, we used to set them up in a standing row and push one into the rest to watch the domino effect. Everything I remember from back in the day was hands-on, unlike today, and nearly all required no batteries.

I agree about the crotched doilies, such a shame that all the work that goes into the making of such is no longer appreciated as it was back in the day.
 

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