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I REMEMBER WHEN

Summer i was 5, 1963? Chores at home worth a quarter a week. 2 stick or 3 stick kite and spool of COTTON string less than 25 cents. City made sales tax down to 24 so now a kite is 26 cents. My introduction to government.
Loved those paper kites. Red white blue with stars n stripes. Another was dark red with a rocket in black.
Then the vinyl bat kites hit the market, nylon frizzy kite string. Ohhh puhleeese.
Give me cotton, paper and spruce sticks.
Most victims fed to one tree in particular. Magnetic!
Couple years later Hurricane Betsy got us out of school at noon. The eye came over late. Mom and 2 sisters went out but she did not wake my brother and I.
Bb gun rotten tree shoot lizards (anoles?) All day.
Houma Louisiana 60 to 71.
 
I remember when
You could buy 28 rounds of Remington Rocket or Peters Thunderbolt shorts in the "Chiclet" flat box with the cellophane window for around 35 cents. If you find an intact box of them now serious cartridge collectors will pay around 100 times that much for it.

Also remember loose dynamite and caps by the cash register in the local Hdw. store in Montgomery WV.
(Just in case you were running low)
 
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I remember when I could deliver or receive an ass whoopin' without malice, cops being called, nothing being videoed to be put up on facebook. I remember when men were men and women were to by today's standards. I remember a world before methamphetamine and zombies or the walking dead as I call them, roamed the country, stealing what they could, getting caught, getting out the same day to do the same damn thing. I will never forget a cop tell me "Shoot them, we won't look for their bodies." This country is screwed honestly and there is no easy path back to where we were. Sorry to crap on an otherwise reminiscent joyful thread.
 
I can remember taking a rifle, shotgun and bow to school for hunting. Checked it in at the principals office in the morning when I came in from hunting and out again after school to go back into the field.

During the archery segment of Physical Education aka P.E. we could bring our own bow to school.

My Mom would send me to the store with a note to buy her a carton of cigarette's at the ripe age of 6 and my uncle would send me with a note to the hardware store to buy a box of shotgun shells at the age of 12 on my bicycle.

My Great Uncle Fred bought his first shotgun of his own at the age of 10 I think it was in 8 gauge or 10 gauge with money her earned trapping. The bill for his shotgun which had a lot of custom features and premium wood was under $10 and it took him a year to save up for it.

Great Uncle Fred fought in WWI and WWII as did my Mom's Dad and he worked on the Mackinac Bridge. I was just 11 years old and he was teaching me about the burn rate of powders, reloading, and taking me around the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in an old WWII surplus Jeep.
 
I remember going down to the sporting goods store which doubled as a hardware and glassware store to buy real black powder and fuse. Started making cannons out of a piece of pipe and a pipe cap. I was 11 if I remember correctly. Man that 4F powder was nothing more than flash powder. But only used 2F in the cannons. The 4F was used for making very large fire crackers.
As we got older the cannons got better. Every cannon got to a stage where it was time to blow it up. That is when we would use the 3F and pack one heck of a lot of paper in the end with a soft drift and put a 2 foot length of fuse on it.
 
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I remember when me and a buddy, both coin and stamp collectors, took the Shortline bus from the suburbs in to the city of Chester, PA train station then took the fifty cent "shopper's special" train in to Philadelphia. That schedule was after and before rush hours. IIRC, we had to be on the train by 3:30 or so to go home.
With about five bucks in our pockets, rode the subways and wandered around for the better part of the day in the business district hitting all the coin and stamp shops. Ate lunch at either the White Castle or the Horn & Hardart automat. We were thirteen & fourteen years old.

Copied this off the web, prices for some of the automat offerings.

DishPrice
Horn & Hardart Gilt Edge Coffee0.1
Hot Tea (Horn & Hardart Blend Or Orange Pekoe)0.1
Hotroast Beef Sandwich, Whipped Or French Fried Potatoes, Special Slaw0.75
Broiled Jumbo Hamburger Steak On Toasted Soft Roll, Onion Pickle Or Relish, Whipped Or French Fried Potatoes0.65
 
C Rats
Everybody's least favorite Ham and Motherf**kers with pork slices in juices running a close 2nd to the bottom. At least each meal came with a 5 pack of cigarettes. I didn't smoke so I traded my cigs for toilet paper. RVN 1966 2nd place team.
 

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