Remember the 50's ??

Carolyn said:
Yes...I well remember having a party line. When I married in 1962...there were three people on our party line and it wasn't long before we got a private line...for obvious reasons...hahaha
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same here. my dad lived in a remote area of Colorado
 

We had one on our hill that had 8 parties that shared the same line. Everyone knew each other's business as a couple parties listened in on all conversations. I can remember my grandmother saying, " Mrs. Crumb, get off the line. This doesn't concern you."
 
Pappy said:
We had one on our hill that had 8 parties that shared the same line. Everyone knew each other's business as a couple parties listened in on all conversations. I can remember my grandmother saying, " Mrs. Crumb, get off the line. This doesn't concern you."
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Today's world:

Jackson was moving towards California. On his way to the city, he stopped at a local market and went to the washroom. The first stall was taken, so he went in the second stall.
Soon, he heard a voice from the next stall... "Hi there, how is it going?"
That was okay, but Jackson was not a person to strike conversations with strangers in washrooms on the side of the road.
He did not know what to say, but he awkwardly said, "Not bad..."
Then the voice said: "So, what are you doing?"
Jackson thought that a bit weird, but said, "Well, I'm going back to California..."
Then, he heard the person say: "Look I'll call you back. Every time I ask you a question, this idiot in the next stall answers me."
 

Pappy said:
We had one on our hill that had 8 parties that shared the same line. Everyone knew each other's business as a couple parties listened in on all conversations. I can remember my grandmother saying, " Mrs. Crumb, get off the line. This doesn't concern you."
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I can remember my dad saying, "Mrs. Fredrickson, stop listening to our calls!" and Mrs. Fredrickson would always say "I am NOT listening to your calls!".

I can sure remember the 50's.....it's the 60's that I'm a little foggy about...
 
made your bike sound like a hot rod

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Well, I remember that my dad was an alcoholic and him and my mom split up and sent me to live with an Aunt........which wasn't all that great either. So, I really think I want to forget a lot about the 50's.
 
The 50's for me were I time when I didn't even know whether I was having fun or not - always out and about - things were going on around me but I was oblivious because I was constantly doing things to amuse myself - hanging out at the 2nd hand comic shop - free to roam the city streets of my neighborhood and meeting little friends in search of more and more entertainment and candy, following my big sister around where she met her teen friends to smoke on the corner, movies on saturday - those were the days before moms and dads kept a very watchful eye on their kids. We were footloose and fancy free - a wonder we survived really.
 
The school pic sure hits home. And seemed like everything was pink. I even had a pink Manhattan dress shirt. Pink shirt, blue slacks, white bucks, and hair (what's that) combed back into a DA. Look out girls. :rolleyes:
 

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I have been to this show and it is awesome if you are a true 100% motor-head, like me.
 
I remember the 50's when the OLDS 88 was popular. In 1956, I finally was able to get one but wrecked it near Ranger, Georgia on the way home from Atlanta to East Tennessee. After the insurance settlement I bought a used 55 Pontiac which also had the big V8 high compression engine that ran on premium gas. The 50's, a great time to be alive.
 
That reminds me of my '57 Chevy. It was in '62 and the '57 Chevy was a popular car to have. I first saw it on a lot for $650, but I didn't have the money and
no credit. A month or so later I saw another one, same color, silver and black, at another lot in town. This one was $750. I begged a friend's dad for a $300
loan and he gave it to me so I bought the car.

Not long after I put in a 45 rpm under the dash record player and went down to tj and had diamond button tuck done on all the upholstery. Even the doors.

I still miss that car. I had to sell it off once in the Army and orders for Vietnam came. I did make some money, but not much. It went for an even thousand.
 

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