If you were born before 1954, you were born before television, penicillin, polio shots, frozen food, plastic, contact lenses, frisbees ...radar...credit cards, split atoms, laser beams and ball point pens. even before pantyhose, dishwashers, clothes
dryers, electric blankets, and air conditioners, drip dry clothes and before man walked on the moon.

Rabbits were not Volkswagons, before computer dating, dual careers ..never heard of FM radio, tape decks, yogurt, a chip was a piece of wood. Pizza and McDonald's, instant coffee were all unheard of, for a nickle you could mail one letter and two postcards or make a phone call, buy a Pepsi, ride the city bus.

11 cent a gallon gasoline..a good Chevy coupe was $600, grass was mowed, coke was a cold drink ...oh well we survived.

I was born early in '49
every once in a while I think about having first
learnt to write seated at a wooden desk with a
functioning INKWELL using a metal nibbed pen
and what an innovation "BALL POINTS" were..
..w/their sticky leaky cloggy blue ink

...and what a relief it was to be able to
wear nylons WITHOUT a Girdle w/clips
to hold them up...

I remember getting a Polio Vacine in school
in fact the entire community turned out to
participate! (obviously back before any
"OBAMA-CARE-SCARE Socialist Gov TAKE-OVER"
when sensible folk feared a crippling disease
even more than their own President.

1950. Still have all original parts.

Well, the atom was split long before '54!

Congratulations!
That makes you a Collector's Item.
esp. if your wife never opened your box
...nor played with you!


((bin watching FAR 2 Much "Big Bang Theory"))

I still remember sitting on my Dad's lap steering his '53 Studebaker down our street. I supposed if I'd driven us into a telephone pole (yep, no buried lines then, either), I'd have been the first air bag! And we were the first in our neighborhood to get colored fire!

I remember vaguely having working horses on our farm. To me, they were big and scary. These were draft horses. My biggest memory would be when I was about 7 or so. We were working down at my grandfathers place about a quarter mile south from ours. They were done for the day, so dad told me to take the team back north to our barn. Man, I didn't want to do that as I didn't know much how to drive them.

Not to worry, as the team knew exactly where to go. My biggest problem was keeping hold of the reins and keeping up with them as the hurried home. You see, their double tree harness wasn't hooked to any wagon or such. I had to run behind them . But they went right into the stable. I was breathless and frightened to death.

Dave

Hot air bag? Would have been?

Too easy. You lob 'em up, I'll hit 'em.

Ya some kind of racist?

Great stuff, but near the end it said, "grass was mowed"

What do people do instead of mowing grass these days?