Sounds I Remember

Pappy

Pappy

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Some of the sounds I remember as a child.

The noise of coal being delivered to our cellar as it filled up the coal bin, and then grandpa shoveling the coal into the furnace.

The eerie sound of train whistles in the distance, and when we lived in town next to RR tracks the noisy steam being released and the clickity, clack of the steel wheels on the rails.

The clanging noise the milkman made as he delivered his wares to our house in the insulated box outside our front door.

The putt, putt, putt of the old John Deere tractor made when I worked on a farm.

The loud noise the rain made on the metal roof of the old house on the hill. There wasn't much insulation and my room was upstairs which added to the noise.

The noises of the old Chenango County Fair. The screams of children on the scary rides, the noises in the 4H barn and the animal barn. The guys hollering for one thin dime, 10 cents, see the two headed snake.

Just a few that I remember offhand. Got any to add?
 

The sound of the clothesline pully, as my mother took in the wash, seemed especially noisy in winter time.

The sounds of the front of my father's small boat hitting against the waves, as we made it home in bad weather, and I was made to stay under the poop-deck for safety.

The sound of the Bob White in summer, as I sat outside our small bungalow on the chaise lounge.

The sounds of crickets on a quiet summer night, as I lay in bed.

The sound of the foamy waves rushing up onto the sand, and then retreating, when we visited the ocean.

The sound of the sea gulls, as they gathered around my Dad's boat when he was cleaning the fish.

The sound of blue claw crabs in the covered bushel basket, when my father used to take us night crabbing with a long-handled net and a flashlight.

Great thread Pappy, I really enjoyed reading your sound memories. :sentimental:
 
I'll share the squeaky clothesline sound, that the bluejays would imitate.

My father's plumbing truck pulling up out front after work.

The sound of the scary furnace kicking on in the basement.

The next-door neighbor's son, a cop, whose hobby was building hot rods in the driveway.

The lawnmower running in the back yard - I knew when it was done I could set up my "baseball field" again and it would look sooo professional.

Crickets on a hot summer night long before every room had an air conditioner.

WOR-AM radio broadcasting the Mets games.

My brother's Hammerlund short-wave radio scanning through the bands.
 

The sounds of distant trains for me too, this is the only place I've lived where I don't hear them and I miss them.

Ambulance sirens, we lived near a hospital and they were part of our life. Even the local Magpies would imitate them.

The air raid siren that signalled lunch break and knock off time at a factory about a mile away. The housewives seemed to build their schedules around that thing too. All us kids got fed by it.

A cherished memory is the sound of the Zebra Finches in Granddad's aviary. I'd be found sitting under it when I was a toddler, loved the little meep meep sounds they make. Still luv 'em, and hear them around here occasionally and it takes me waaaay back.

 
The Salvation Army band playing on the corner
Rock Around the Clock being played on the stereo
Sounds of my Dad cranking the car to start it.
The sound of my brothers Twin Spinner Ford
Dad cutting the lawn with the push mower.
The rooster crowing next door.
Sound of the horse drawn bread cart.
The Cicaders on a summer day
Dad coughing from his cigarette that always hung out of his mouth.
 
The school bell ringing to denote "school's in",.. "playtime" or "lunch".

..... and yes, it was a real bell at the top of a high pole with a rope attached which hung down close to the ground for the "bell-ringer".

..... on the subject of bells, I must add the local churches (all three of them) ringing their steeple bells on Sundays.
 
Tezza, my high school had a bell like that but it was only rung once a year by the departing fifth formers.
For a dare when I was in first form I jumped up and swung on the rope and got an almighty surprise when it actually rang.
I thought it was disabled because we changed lessons to the sound of an old air raid siren in the roof.
I don't think I will ever forget that sound.
It brought us in from the playground, signalled the end of lessons and called us to school assemblies.
It was an awful racket.
 
I remember the blackouts during WW2. If the sirens went off at night, we had to pull the shades down and put out most of the lights, although I cannot imagine anyone bombing our little town. :danger:

Remember when soda was in glass bottles and the popping noise it made when opening with a "church key" or the metal opening thingy that mounted on the wall.
 
G'day Warrigal,.. our school bell was fully functional and it was a great honour for the "bell-ringer" to yank the rope.

The bell-ringer was duly appointed as the first pupil to stand at the base of the pole and hold the rope as if to "reserve" their position... sometimes up to maybe 30 minutes before it was due to be rung. The teacher on playground duty would consult his/her trusty watch and when the time was right, the nod or wave would be signalled to the bell-ringer.
Sometimes there would be a fight if the school bully tried to muscle in and try to take the rope from the person who had claimed/reserved it.
This was usually done when there was less than a minute to go before bell time. .... yep !, queue jumpers existed then.
 
.... another glorious sound from yesteryear was the unmistakeable sound of the piston-engined Lockheed Constellation.
Music to the ears although I wouldn't want to be on it for a four day flight from London to Sydney.
 
terra said:
.... another glorious sound from yesteryear was the unmistakeable sound of the piston-engined Lockheed Constellation.
Music to the ears although I wouldn't want to be on it for a four day flight from London to Sydney.
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In 56, the Army sent me to California and my flight was on a TWA Constellation. What a beautiful plane for its day.
 
I loved the crickets at night and the cry of the night hawk flying over head.
The sound of Grandma's musical powder box from Avon would play, "Let me call you sweetheart."
The cows mooing early in the morning to eat.
The water falling down the rocks at the creek we would go swimming at on a hot summer day.
Rain hitting the window would lull me to sleep.
Music from the traveling carnival and the smell of cotton candy.
The sound of a car pulling up our gravel driveway surely meant company.
 
G'day Pappy... that's a glorious shot of the TWA Super Constellation.

Here's another one of "Connie", a fully restored and functional Constellation which is based at Albion Park Airfield near Wollongong in Australia which is only about 60 kilometres from where I live.
It still flies on the odd occasion such as air shows... it's a real treat when I hear it coming and I dash outside to see it flying overhead.

 
That funny sound uncle's finger made when we pulled it.
Revielle and taps.
V-8's with straight pipes.
Many many sounds bring fond memories but my favorite sound of all was when I came home from work and Hearing "Daddy's home Daddy's home
 
Yes Sid, the 49 Ford V8 with dual exhaust and glass pack mufflers. I loved mine.

The morning sounds on our little farm. Three goats making their noise, the chickens clucking, the 4 ducks quacking, and the rabbits, well the rabbits were kinda quiet. EIEIO...:lame:

the B-36 low pitch sound with its 6 pusher engines. An AF plane used back in the 50's I believe.

The sound of our old belt driven water pump in our cellar with the dirt floor. Chug, chug, chug.

The sound of all the factories in our small town. Now the buildings are falling or torn down.
 
Ah Phantom....Another Tinnitis sufferer here. Left ear, constant high pitch. Hearing aids do help, but a very nerve racking condition.

Now, back to thread:

The screeching noise the teacher made when writing on chalk board.
The rings of our old party line telephone. One long, two short.
The oogah horn. Had one on my 49 Ford.
Blowing into an empty candy box and the weird noise it made.
A steam engines whistle.
Milkman's bottles clanging in the morning.
 

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