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I REMEMBER WHEN

I remember when guys kept their hunting rifle in the college dorm room and nobody thought anything of it.Y
Yup, there's a gun safe in the basement of the old dorm at Central Oregon Community College because of me. It was such a pain in the ass to get them every weekend they ended up just letting me keep it in the room. Nobody cared even though it was in the late 90s.
 
I've written in this thread about warm childhood memories. I remember when the song “These Are Days” was a hit, performed by Natalie Merchant and 10,000 Maniacs. I don't know the origin of the song, who wrote it or why but I think it's very obvious it's about childhood, written as if to a child. I think it's a great song and these days it makes me think of my grand kids. I cut and pasted the lyrics below (pared them down a bit to eliminate repetitiveness);

These are days you'll remember
Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this
And as you feel it, You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky

These are days you'll remember
When May is rushing over you with desire to be part of the miracles you see in every hour
You'll know it's true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you

These are the days you might fill with laughter until you break
These days you might feel a shaft of light make it's way across your face
And when you do you'll know how it was meant to be

See the signs and know their meaning
Hear the signs and know they are speaking to you

 
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I remember when my parents knew all of my friends plus their parents and vice versa. You really had to toe the line because if you did anything bad or stupid, EVERYBODY knew.
I remember not knowing any of the street names in town, but knowing where everybody lived. In fact, I was around 40 when I found out what the street names were. The oddity was that we lived on Wahl St but we were far from rich.
Walking to school across town when I was in the first grade. It was easy because it was all flat land and it rarely snows here.
 
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Many of the posts in here took me back in time (good and bad) most I still remember clearly. Its hard to fit some of our lifes experiences in society today as many of my adventures would have put me in jail today....LOL This has been a very good read!
 
I remember when I used to wake up mornings and did not get an anxiety attack thinking I must have been having a bad dream, only to realize what happened on November 4th is in fact reality. I have never been more fearful of this countries future and will never forgive those who try to justify their decision that lead us to this point of no return.
 
I remember an especially cool,round 1810-20 hardware store me and my biz partner used to go to. I was early 20's,he was mid 60's. He'd been an honest to goodness moonshiner of some note back in the 30's so consequently knew everyone down in the old industrial section of the city.

We'd go in there almost every day so he could chew the fat with his buds. They all liked me and basically let me have the "keys" to the place. Loved going through every sq inch of that old building,along with 1/2 dz other such businesses. But this store was extra special for they had been the Winchester and Colt dealer in town since the inception of those co's.

I'd go in the gun room and grab a Colt,knowing FULL well what I was looking at..... take the box down to the president's office and start dickering,politely... all of us getting a good kick out of old fashioned horse trading on the price. They'd always concede,and go right back to jawing about whatever "story" they were so deeply involved in before the price wars on handguns. I'd leave the GC or Python there and go back to checking out the cobweb covered aisles of neat old tools and hardware.

Still have the 1/2 dz Colts bought there,they will be passed on to my Gbabies and hopefully will get to tell them the stories. What a great time that was,yeah the guns are pretty special but the most lasting part is my passion for historic preservation. Was heavily involved in that end of things for a cpl decades.
 
I remember being a young boy on the farm in the early and mid 50's when our telephone was one of the large wooden boxes on the wall with a height adjustable microphone on the front of the box and a hand held ear piece. We had about a dozen farms on our line and when the phone rang in one house it rang it all of them. You had to know your own personnel ring which was a combination of several long and short rings to know if the incoming call was yours. Everyone knew each others rings and who had the incoming call and some just had to listen in. If too many people listened in the signal would get so weak that you would have to ask, "Could a few of you please quit listening and hang up as I can hardly hear my caller anymore". All of a sudden the call would get loud and clear.
 
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