tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post4510720515336040476..comments2023-10-24T01:47:32.025-07:00Comments on Professor B. Worm: The Good Old Bad DaysCharliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00722567671925063706noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-72828597308792405442010-05-18T07:35:07.450-07:002010-05-18T07:35:07.450-07:00PAPA: Gotcha. I majored in beer in college; the B....<b>PAPA:</b> Gotcha. I majored in beer in college; the B.S. on my diploma says Beer Slut.<br /><br /><b>MEG:</b> You've had a heck of an imagination since I met you, so I'm not surprised by your comment.<br /><br />And yes, if BookFace and texting are considered imagination, then it is indeed sad.Charliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722567671925063706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-32063043569948255672010-05-18T05:18:16.429-07:002010-05-18T05:18:16.429-07:00The best part about my good old days was reading b...The best part about my good old days was reading books and playing "let's pretend". I had a heck of an imagination. I think that's the greatest thing about pre-technology days and the saddest loss of today.Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17975473150053998560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-32403765803637765462010-05-16T15:58:56.576-07:002010-05-16T15:58:56.576-07:00charlie I was in college for the booze memory.......charlie I was in college for the booze memory.....but I was no grown-uppapa tnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-22373878511154202692010-05-16T12:29:52.686-07:002010-05-16T12:29:52.686-07:00MAMI: I agree, especially Black people in the 60s....<b>MAMI:</b> I agree, especially Black people in the 60s. In the context of this post, however, it was meant to be humorous because, as a kid, the term "Race Issue" wasn't in my lexicon.<br /><br /><b>ALICE:</b> There's musical chairs too, but you need more than two to play—otherwise, the game is extremely short.<br /><br />I think each generation is surprised by the "deprivations" of the generation before it. Your grandchildren will think you grew up in Jurassic Park.<br /><br /><b>MURR:</b> We boys had cap guns, but there were a lot of misfires so rocks were better.<br /><br />I remember the wax bottles and lips now that you mention it. How about the red, yellow, and blue sugar dots attached to a piece of paper, maybe six in each row?<br /><br /><b>PAPA:</b> How the hell do you remember what booze cost when you were a kid?<br /><br />And mention the word carburetor to someone today and you'll get a blank stare—unless they work on classics.<br /><br />Do you mean chicken <i>isn't</i> supposed to taste like cardboard?<br /><br />Not only soda fountains, but lunch counters in Woolworth's that ran the length of the back of the store.<br /><br />As far as PC, you should read a new book by Justin Halpern called <i>Sh*t My Dad Says</i>.Charliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722567671925063706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-36354098745307629542010-05-16T05:14:26.196-07:002010-05-16T05:14:26.196-07:00everyone else have really hit the highlights but h...everyone else have really hit the highlights but here are a few more nickle beers and quarter shots, cars youdidn't need a computer degree to work under the hood on, chicken that tasted like chicken,drugstore sodafountains,cowboy/westerns,and a world before political correctness...when you said what you meant and meant what you said.papa tnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-9921302261569642212010-05-15T22:38:58.179-07:002010-05-15T22:38:58.179-07:00Whoa, Hope, you mean the actual mother gets to be ...Whoa, Hope, you mean the actual mother gets to be in charge in Mother May I? And not the fussypants little brat are-you-in-the-bunny-rabbit-club girl next door? Totally new concept.<br /><br />Charlie, I forgot all about those red ribbons of caps. I guess they're supposed to go in guns but all we had were rocks from the street. That worked, too. <br /><br />I think another reason we weren't fat was our candy was half wax. Wax lips, wax moustaches, wax tubes with sugar water in them; those wax lips were so satisfying.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-15691760571115346902010-05-15T17:18:01.079-07:002010-05-15T17:18:01.079-07:00For the record, my daughter's favorite games a...For the record, my daughter's favorite games are Hide and Seek and Tag. So not all things change! I'm trying to push Simon Says, because it means I get to stand still and give orders that are actually obeyed.<br /><br />Being a child of the 80's we have our own lists of things our children can't possibly understand, like only one MTV channel and it only played music videos.<br /><br />And yes, we still would rather play outside, but we were definitely a TV generation. That's why I will be the first in line to watch The A-Team when it hits theaters even though I know I will be bitterly disappointed.<br /><br />I would like to add a little comment on BOOKS to your bookworm blog. How much have they changed? Everything is a Series or a Trilogy (all of which I read, of course). Granted we had C.S. Lewis and the Little House books, but my favorite books were Bridge to Terabithia and Where the Red Fern Grows, etc. There is pretty much nothing like that out there now that I know of.Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10262132543395998379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-52177651994869790622010-05-14T21:08:42.710-07:002010-05-14T21:08:42.710-07:00Although I agree with most of your points, I'd...Although I agree with most of your points, I'd have to say that there are probably a few that grew up in the 50's and 60's that might not agree with this one:<br /><br />"8. “Race Issue” meant arguing about who ran the fastest."<br /><br />I miss 10 cent phone calls.Claudya Martinezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17034216831504207496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-82613581085859429362010-05-14T10:47:24.331-07:002010-05-14T10:47:24.331-07:00TUI: You bring back beautiful memories of the bad ...<b>TUI:</b> You bring back beautiful memories of the bad old days.<br /><br />I was an ice skating fool too, and I did the same thing after supper.<br /><br />Going to the library. I remember when I got my very own card with MY name on it, instead of having to use Mom's.<br /><br />I played ruthless Monopoly, to the point where no one would play with me anymore. I was a young The Donald.<br /><br /><b>FRANCES:</b> Welcome from S.W.N.S.W. I actually know what that means, but I doubt if it fits on an envelope when spelled out.<br /><br />Yes, they lowered the age of majority, but they've never raised it again, have they.<br /><br />I remember an Aussie encampment down the road from us in Vietnam. They were all huge fellows, and they kept to themselves. They had a tent that served as their "club": a lot of drinking of beer, a lot of singing, fisticuffs, and then everyone went happily to bed. <br /><br />They also drove like maniacs.<br /><br /><b>KIM:</b> To summarize, what you had in the old days was health, lousy heating, the superiority of men (and by extension, the inequality of women), and chocolate.<br /><br />And yes, we became friends because of the little box I have on the floor. I just don't want technology to supercede face-to-face communication—like Staring Back.Charliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722567671925063706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-11967070147203078592010-05-14T10:07:19.516-07:002010-05-14T10:07:19.516-07:00PHILIP: Yes, our pockets were always lumpy with ma...<b>PHILIP:</b> Yes, our pockets were always lumpy with marbles, especially the big heavy steelies.<br /><br />I couldn't help but laugh at "holding a cassette recorder against the radio to record songs" (good sound quality, I'll wager), and "drying my hair by kneeling in front of the gas fire." This may sound radical, but what was wrong with using a towel?<br /><br /><b>STINKY:</b> You and Pat agree. Nowadays, with exceptions, it's pretty much everyone for themself.<br /><br />And I agree about the internet. Being housebound, it is my connection to friends I love and respect.<br /><br /><b>HOPE:</b> Carry on with your discussion with Murr. I believe it's her turn to speak.Charliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722567671925063706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-50276810780802555382010-05-14T09:49:16.240-07:002010-05-14T09:49:16.240-07:00Well, as usual, I have my behind behind again, so ...Well, as usual, I have my behind behind again, so here goes.<br /><br /><b>WC:</b> Hah! I know what year is hiding behind the question mark. And I don't blame you for not BSing with us old farts.<br /><br />But what strange coding is at the end of your comment?<br /><br /><b>LISLEMAN:</b> I've <i>never</i> seen or heard of swatting fireflies with a wiffle bat. But I did fry ants with my magnifying glass.<br /><br />No wonder we're both serial killers.<br /><br /><b>PAT:</b> Respect—is there such a thing nowadays, other than the Mafia? Street talk is about "dis" or "dissing"—meaning disrespect.<br /><br /><b>ROBERT:</b> I knew I could count on you. Here are the memories you brought back:<br /><br />The Dime Store was Woolworth's; I made a crystal set too that got one station; there was no racial intent when playing Cowboys and Indians; paper caps in the red rolls, some of which were pretty loud; my train set was American Flyer, not the cheap Lionel; girls wore dresses and guys wore ties, even to the movies.<br /><br />You know, I wonder if the Indians ever played Indians and White Guys.Charliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722567671925063706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-8645545299178588612010-05-14T06:10:16.170-07:002010-05-14T06:10:16.170-07:00Nope. The only thing about the old days that I mis...Nope. The only thing about the old days that I miss is my health. <br /><br />Other than that I love living in this sci-fi future of ours, where I can stand pretty much anywhere in the world and phone or send a message to pretty much anyne else anywhere else in the world. <br /><br />I don't have to wear 6 layers of clothing to bed to stay warm.<br /><br />White males are not automatically considered to be superior to every one else on the planet (what am I saying - I'm male and white - what a missed opportunity...)<br /><br />And I have access to the knowledge of the world from a little box on my desk.<br /><br />All I really miss is the days I was able to eat chocolate without thinking about consequences...Kim Ayreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02656677501116622953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-10971817138659263522010-05-14T01:47:58.827-07:002010-05-14T01:47:58.827-07:00Charlie, my years in those years were actually pre...Charlie, my years in those years were actually pretty boring, but one BIG advantage of growing in the fifties was, to my mind, that one didn't attain majority until 21 years old.<br />The years between leaving school and becoming 21 were a special breathing space, where you were an almost-adult: most of the privileges, but not expected to shoulder adult responsibilities. That was a very happy time for me. "Bliss was it in that dawn..."etc. I really used to feel that.<br /><br />The adult-age-thing changed here in Australia, because 18 yr old youngs, not allowed to vote, were shanghaied into Vietnam, and there were objections to that. So, the age of majority came down, just so they could draft these boys off to hell.Franceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05588049222095187200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-15817945532465278302010-05-13T16:53:39.545-07:002010-05-13T16:53:39.545-07:00Lying on the old maroon corduroy daybed at the cot...Lying on the old maroon corduroy daybed at the cottage, reading, with the smell and sound of the wood fire in the fireplace and the loons calling out on the lake.<br />Skating at the local outdoor rink in the park until our feet were blocks of ice, going home for supper, then going back out and doing it again. <br />Riding my bike everywhere.<br />Going to the library on Saturday morning to stock up for the week.<br />Picnics out by the river in the summer with Dad doing battle with the hibachi.<br />The sound of my parents' paddles dipping into the water while my kid brother and I sat still and quiet in the middle of the canoe. Pure heaven.<br />Playing killer Chinese Checkers.<br />I could go on - so glad I was a kid in those good old bad days, Charlie.Tiffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13778085151055551720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-67018753041754256612010-05-13T15:08:21.724-07:002010-05-13T15:08:21.724-07:00Actually Murr, I like "Mother May I" a l...Actually Murr, I like "Mother May I" a lot more now since I get to be "mother". HOWEVER, I've also been using it as a tool to counter greed. The kids have finally figured out that the more they demand, the less they get.<br /><br />I try to keep them pretty much even until the very end....where some pretty big stretched out steps take place. ;)hopehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03306622656461205674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-78019588919351225032010-05-13T14:55:01.472-07:002010-05-13T14:55:01.472-07:00I miss the quality of life and civility we had bac...I miss the quality of life and civility we had back then. I miss how we used to dress up on Sundays (even if I hated it back then), I miss the respect of others and their stuff we had for neighbours... that's what I miss the most.<br /><br />I'm sure happy to have this internet thing, 'cause I got to meet you that way! ;-)stinkypawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04418558395508830375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-91185762742305513732010-05-13T14:24:44.317-07:002010-05-13T14:24:44.317-07:00playing marbles in the playground
kicking a ball a...playing marbles in the playground<br />kicking a ball against a wall for hours<br />holding a cassette recorder against the radio to record songs<br />going to the library<br />drying my hair by kneeling in front of the gas fire<br />Nice post - enjoyed it a lot<br />PhilipPhilip Doddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13164671362164285231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-9425495847472099012010-05-13T09:03:44.042-07:002010-05-13T09:03:44.042-07:00Ok Charlie, well you hit most of the highlights, b...Ok Charlie, well you hit most of the highlights, but here goes...<br /><br />We had a "Dime Store" where they would measure out 10 worth of candy. It was usually a pretty big bag.<br /><br />I could buy electronic parts where I made my own crystal set radio.<br /><br />I could go ANYWHERE I could get to on my bike.<br /><br />We made skateboards by nailing my sister's roller skates to a 2x4.<br /><br />I got PAID for mowing the neighbor's lawns (with a "push" mower)<br /><br />We played "Cowboys and Indians" and nobody was offended. Our guns shot rolls of paper "caps" and sounded pretty cool.<br /><br />I could see Sputnik go over the house at night.<br /><br />My electric train was made out of cast metal, not plastic (I still have it as a result).<br /><br />We had a 1957 Chevy station wagon with no seat belts - on long car trips my sister and I could ride lying down in the back.<br /><br />My favorite show was Howdy Doody (I wasn't allowed to watch Captain Kangaroo, though... my parents thought he was a Communist)<br /><br />My friends always had access to fire crackers.<br /><br />We didn't have to figure out what kind of jeans to buy, they came only one way: Blue.<br /><br />Girls wore dresses.Robert the Skeptichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10863488312604865183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-41450582683506443552010-05-13T00:24:01.249-07:002010-05-13T00:24:01.249-07:00I miss the days when men - from all walks of life ...I miss the days when men - from all walks of life - nothing to do with class - behaved like gentlemen and treated a woman with respect and the respect was mutual.<br />Feminists save your breath - been there - got the t shirt, burnt the bra and come full circle. Deal with it.Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01529798893653033970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-36359522628972505972010-05-12T21:19:02.419-07:002010-05-12T21:19:02.419-07:00some time ago I submitted a "good old day&quo...some time ago I submitted a "good old day" picture to Just Jill at her blog called Yorksnbeans. Since then she started another blog but the link should still work:<br /><br /><a href="http://yorksnbeans.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-is-that-cutie.html" rel="nofollow">who's the cutie</a><br /><br />So yes life did seem simpler but then at the time I under 10. It should be simple for someone under 10.<br />I do think many activities are OVER organized. It's important to learn to create your own fun.<br /><br />One activity I have not seen in a long long time - swatting lightning bug (fireflies) with a plastic wiffle bat.Bill Lislemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-3688663897113309202010-05-12T20:58:41.651-07:002010-05-12T20:58:41.651-07:00I don't believe I am old enough to participate...I don't believe I am old enough to participate in this reminiscing. I was born in 197?.<br /><br />Nice history lesson, though! :P :D :PWandering Coyotehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01478039463695542535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-54515063893770999632010-05-12T19:54:55.301-07:002010-05-12T19:54:55.301-07:00FAY: You little list maker, you.
And you said the...<b>FAY:</b> You little list maker, you.<br /><br />And you said the same thing Ponita did: Dad limited TV to a certain show or two.<br /><br />If your horse didn't know the way home, I hope it knew its way to grandmother's house. (I think that's a song or a poem by Robert Frost—I get the two mixed up.)<br /><br />It's amazing the things we ate and nothing killed us—ignorance was bliss. I did get stomachaches from eating sour apples and I fell out of a cherry tree after eating a bushel of them, but that was a part of kidhood.<br /><br /><b>MURR:</b> I take it that you didn't care much for Mother May I.<br /><br />I don't remember it, nor do I remember Duck Duck Goose. Red Light Green Light, yes, and Simon Says and Hide and Seek. I learned to play hopscotch from my little sister, and jacks. Idiots that we were, we played jacks on the sidewalk so that our scraped knuckles nearly bled to death.<br /><br />And there weren't a lot of fat (obese) kids because no one had invented Happy Meals and we all played ourselves into a stupor.<br /><br />As far as rambling, I'll send you your membership card in the Old Ramblers Club. Sounds like a good idea for a group blog, doesn't it.Charliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722567671925063706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-3692351809329031992010-05-12T19:19:49.685-07:002010-05-12T19:19:49.685-07:00PONITA: Two things I especially like about your co...<b>PONITA:</b> Two things I especially like about your comment:<br /><br />1. Playing outside with no parental worries about your safety.<br /><br />2. Mum just stood on the step and yelled when it was suppertime.<br /><br />The second one brings back memories of motherly screeches from all over the neighborhood. We <i>never</i> went in voluntarily—Mom had to yell first.<br /><br />I agree with electronic technology, but there needs to be a balance of computer, outdoor play with others, and <i>family</i>.Charliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722567671925063706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-20688609911909943372010-05-12T19:06:39.242-07:002010-05-12T19:06:39.242-07:00BABE: We could find millions of things to do outdo...<b>BABE:</b> We could find millions of things to do outdoors, from riding our bikes to catching tadpoles and garter snakes. In the winter it was outdoor ice skating and building snow forts.<br /><br />We learned to get along and play fairly, but the learning sometimes came with bumps and bruises. Which was okay.<br /><br /><b>HOPE:</b> Yes! Using our <i>imaginations</i>! Nothing was pre-imagined for us except Disney movies, westerns, and Superman. Using those as a starting point, we <i>created</i> new games (but I never jumped off the garage in a tablecloth cape to fly). <br /><br />It seems to me that face-to-face communication skills will become a lost "art," like handwriting, regressing to electronic cave pictures, smoke signals, and jungle drums.Charliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722567671925063706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38422444.post-85612328834824083512010-05-12T17:31:28.342-07:002010-05-12T17:31:28.342-07:00I'm going to give it more thought, but I just ...I'm going to give it more thought, but I just had to mention how incredulous I am that Hope, up there, likes Mother May I. That was the dumbest game ever. That one, and Red Light Green Light. It was just an exercise in power so that Susie McN. could say, no, you CAN'T take two baby steps closer. But her best friend Ruthie COULD. There you are, way in the back, Mother-May-I'ing your heart out, and you could never win. I don't even know what had to happen so you COULD win. <br /><br />Duck Duck Goose was much better. I never won that, either, but that's because I was slow.<br /><br />The best part of the old days was that every bit of fun came out of our own heads. We didn't watch it on a screen, we didn't wait to be entertained. We hopped and skipped and bonked our heads and some of us died and only one of us per classroom was fat. I appear to be rambling. Old people do that.Murr Brewsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03422638986410813520noreply@blogger.com