Random memories from yesteryear - Got any?

I once swallowed a quarter. Waited two days for the change. šŸ˜µā€šŸ’«

It's a beautiful November day and we are going shopping downtown. Must call Smiths Taxi and spend 50 cents to get downtown from West Hill.

First stop will be the Imperial Tea Room for my favorite Mexican Sundae. Maybe I'll luck out and have a cherry coke too.

Of to Grants, my favorite store, and go down the stairs to their toy room. Oh my gosh, they got just what I want. A set of Roy Rogers cap guns. Beautiful chrome with pearl handles. What a Birthday this is. I will wear these proudly until they are completely worn out.

Maybe we will go shopping again soon and visit some other stores.

True story. It was my 8th or 9th Birthday.
 
A random memory about HS Senior photographs: Large photo shops from the big city sought out contracts with school districts to provide graduation photos for the entire class. In exchange they would provide a free camera and supplies for journalism classes. This was standard practice for decades.

When my classes time came, all 35 of us were loaded on a bus and driven on a two hour trip to the photographer. Most girls took along a case of makeup and a couple of outfits while we boys carried a pocket comb if even that. The boys were supposed to show up in a suit or sports jacket but most of us didn't own such a garment so the photographer had a few "loaners" on hand.

A few weeks later, we received a packet of proofs from which we selected the one we wanted.

When my son and daughter graduated, the system had changed and graduates went wherever they wanted for their class picture.
 
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Llynn said:
A random memory about HS Senior photographs: Large photo shops from the big city sought out contracts with school districts to provide graduation photos for the entire class. In exchange they would provide a free camera and supplies for journalism classes. This was standard practice for decades.

When my classes time came, all 35 of us were loaded on a bus and driven on a two hour trip to the photographer. Most girls took along a case of makeup and a couple of outfits while we boys carried a pocket comb if even that. The boys were supposed to show up in a suit or sports jacket but most of us didn't own such a garment so the photographer had a few "loaners" on hand.

A few weeks later, we received a packet of proofs from which we selected the one we wanted.

When my son and daughter graduated, the system had changed and graduates went wherever they wanted for their class picture.
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Our class photographs were always taken at the school, and we all had to be in school unifrom.

I had one class photo when I was about 8.. then they were individual photos.. and then from the 3rd year of high school group photographs were allowed again. Including the teachers ... I managed to avoid being in them all....
 
@Bretrick's "pee" story reminded me of one of my more vivid memories. I was in college in Tampa studying Architecture and was sent to University of Miami for the weekend to attend some lectures. I rode down with two friends in a red Firebird with the music blasting. The first night was a party on the beach that included a huge vat of grain alcohol. My friends and I got so drunk that we peed by a dumpster outside a gas station in Miami. We then went back to the dorm where multiple people were staying and they had more grain alcohol!

I did sober enough to attend the lectures, but hey... such was college life in the late 70's!:ROFLMAO:
 
At some point when I was without a car for a few weeks I would get a ride from my job and be dropped off at a corner about a mile from home. Often there was a few minutes wait until I was picked up by my brother. There was a man who drove by several times and would slow down and gawk at me on more than one occasion. He never threatened but it was creepy.
A few weeks later I went to vote with my parents and older brother. Guess who checked us in? That same guy. Now he knew my name and where I lived. He also knew that now I could find out who he was (small town) and report him. He never bothered me again.
 
Prior to the 1960s pistachios were largely imported from Iran. The red dye was apparently traditional there and domestic production in the USA hadn't taken off yet. In the next decade domestic production soared and the political map changed resulting in few imports. Producers in the USA dropped the red dye idea and natural colored nuts became common.
 

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