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Post by Phar Lap on Feb 23, 2018 1:12:19 GMT -5
I remember the ice man too, Groo. And mum trying out this new sliced bread craze. Grandma thought it would never catch on. D'you know, my grandma bought unsliced bread until the day she died? IN her books, sliced bread wasn't the same.
I remember the milkman too - he rode a cart pulled by a horse. Milk was delivered. It was in glass bottles. Bread was delivered. The paper was delivered. It was thrupence. And a pie cost ten pence.
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Post by rikita on Feb 23, 2018 4:01:33 GMT -5
i buy most of my bread unsliced, these days.
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Post by ozziegiraffe on Feb 23, 2018 5:54:45 GMT -5
... and way back to the days when Barnaby Joyce was Deputy Prime Minister. LOL!
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Post by psw on Feb 23, 2018 13:55:28 GMT -5
not to mention the scissors/knife grinder
as for sliced bread, sometimes at the bakery it was still too warm out of the oven to be sliced; otherwise you had a choice of thick or thin, or even slice half the loaf for immediate use and leave the other half whole to stay fresh longer
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Post by whothingie on Feb 23, 2018 16:21:12 GMT -5
Ours was delivered by the mail man and left in the 'bread bag' in the mail box. It was still fresh but never warm. ... and yes the nightcart man (from when we moved into a small town near the hospital for short while brings back memories). We had a small tent big enough for a couple of kids to overnight in (waterproofed .. well a token gesture anyway) by soaking it in alum. My cousin and I decided to be big and brave and sleep in it overnight. No one told the nightcart man and no one told us he may visit. Woke up petrified by the horse and cart noise. He went round the house the other way then forgot on the way back and came down the normal path and tripped on a tent peg landing on us... and No the tent wasn't water, pee or poo proof. We ran inside screaming and he and my mother then stood outside and laughed themselves silly.
I also remember party phone lines. Long short long... Whothingie speaking. Not great to try to conduct a teenage crush with 10 local Mums all listening and chipping in with advice.
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Post by Liiisa on Feb 23, 2018 19:31:01 GMT -5
Yeah, I never buy sliced bread (but then tbh we really hardly ever buy bread at all; we get our carbs from chocolate and booze). I remember a milkman bringing milk and leaving it in a metal box on the front stoop, but none of these other cool-sounding things. And there certainly weren't any horses being used for commercial purposes in the 1960s New York City suburbs! Wow. I had an old-fashioned job in the 70s: I worked for an answering service that used an old-school switchboard with the cords and such. Me in 1978, basically
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Post by tzarine on Feb 23, 2018 19:44:15 GMT -5
you explain who everything but the girl is
we had the hostess bread truck our school had a field trip to the hostess bakery it's now some shop
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Post by Liiisa on Feb 23, 2018 20:38:46 GMT -5
I got a ride hitchhiking in a Hostess delivery truck once. It was like 90% Sno-Balls, which was very pink and weird.
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Post by groo on Feb 23, 2018 21:14:06 GMT -5
.... and steam rollers - steam powered road rollers
.... and steamships - some with reciprocating engines
... and steam locomotives.
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Post by tzarine on Feb 25, 2018 19:07:50 GMT -5
ohmygod, hitchhiking!
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Post by sophie on Feb 25, 2018 19:27:46 GMT -5
Hey, hitchhiking is how I met my husband!! (he picked me up, I was engaged to someone else, but I got a better offer!)
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Post by Oweena on Feb 25, 2018 21:00:39 GMT -5
Hey, hitchhiking is how I met my husband!! (he picked me up, I was engaged to someone else, but I got a better offer!) That's awesome, we need more details on this story. I think it deserves a thread by itself!
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Post by Liiisa on Feb 25, 2018 21:22:17 GMT -5
Yes, I love sophie's hitchhiking engagement story!
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Post by sophie on Feb 25, 2018 22:28:41 GMT -5
Fits this thread (at the moment!) as you know you are old when you reminisce about the good old days!! .. and this story is much better in person... maybe when I get to Seattle, Oweena!
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Post by Phar Lap on Feb 25, 2018 22:49:56 GMT -5
I hitch-hiked once, and got picked up by a man in a Rolls. I was with two other girls and told them I was sitting in the front seat. I'll never forget that ride as long as I live. It was like sitting on a velvet cloud and moving. No bumps, it was the smoothest ride I ever had, the dashboard was briar walnut, seats green leather with stitching running down the leather and the silver Spirit of Ecstasy on the bonnet. It was pre-war and fabulous. I was 16, I never told my mother.
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Post by lolasf on Feb 26, 2018 1:30:27 GMT -5
Hey, hitchhiking is how I met my husband!! (he picked me up, I was engaged to someone else, but I got a better offer!) I love that! A friend of mine met his wife while hitchhiking, they were both headed to the same concert. She was also engaged to someone else I think.
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Post by fishface on Feb 26, 2018 1:34:23 GMT -5
Sliced bread is better for low carb diets. You slice the bread and the carbs just fall out.
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Post by groo on Feb 26, 2018 2:04:55 GMT -5
The force is not with me. I hitched a lot in my youth and still do sometimes as I live in an area devoid of public transport and if there's nobody home when I fly up it is often the only way of travelling the last 20 km home. I've met a lot of lovely people, but romance has never been a part of the equation.
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Post by tzarine on Feb 26, 2018 3:03:54 GMT -5
smoking in cafes lighting up in offices
not having a remote for the tv
no mtv
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Post by fishface on Feb 26, 2018 3:28:47 GMT -5
Not having a tv remote usually just means it fell under the sofa somewhere.
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Post by ozziegiraffe on Feb 26, 2018 5:47:30 GMT -5
I remember before black and white tv.
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Post by sprite on Feb 26, 2018 6:00:37 GMT -5
It was like sitting on a velvet cloud and moving. No bumps, it was the smoothest ride I ever had, the dashboard was briar walnut, seats green leather with stitching running down the leather and the silver Spirit of Ecstasy on the bonnet. It was pre-war and fabulous. I was 16, I never told my mother. i've always wanted to drive in a car like that, but then i'm afraid i could never go back to normal. my partner and his friend were hitchhiking around borneo during his gap year, and was picked up by a middle-aged guy in a beat up truck. they chatted, and the man invited him round for dinner. not wanting to be rude, he said yes, making a note not to eat too much of this man's food. turns out, guy owned a massive rubber plantation, gorgeous house. fed them a lovely meal and then drove them back out to where they needed to be, all because he wanted to chat in English.
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Post by groo on Feb 26, 2018 23:50:22 GMT -5
The doctor told me that I at my age should have a bar in the shower. So I installed one.
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Post by Oweena on Feb 27, 2018 10:25:43 GMT -5
Fits this thread (at the moment!) as you know you are old when you reminisce about the good old days!! .. and this story is much better in person... maybe when I get to Seattle, Oweena! Yes, when you make it to Seattle I'll be expecting this story.
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Post by wombatrois on Feb 27, 2018 11:34:55 GMT -5
Hitchhiking was a great way to gather some stories to tell.
I have nothing as good as Sophie's.
I can relate to smoking in the office, using a plug and cord switchboard, bread and milk delivered (and vegies). We had the paper delivered until quite recently - we only stopped because we decided the local paper was not worth the $s and can wait until we go downtown on Saturdays to buy the weekend papers.
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Post by tzarine on Feb 27, 2018 19:41:21 GMT -5
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Post by Liiisa on Feb 27, 2018 20:07:02 GMT -5
I did an "underground newspaper" of sorts in college with some friends, and we ran it off on a mimeograph machine! I typed the stencils on my manual typewriter.
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Post by groo on Feb 27, 2018 22:25:56 GMT -5
While at Honi Soit it was typewriters, copy paper, type gauges, hot lead, linotypes, and shrdlu.
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Post by cakemonkey on Feb 27, 2018 22:28:38 GMT -5
When we were kids my parents rented their TV and then, a bit later, a video player. We were mesmerised by that thing, especially the fast forward/rewind button. Anyway, it had a remote control with a really long lead that you plugged into the front of the player. It wasn’t wireless. I remember going to Woolies to buy multi packs of tapes so we could record from the tv.
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Post by tzarine on Feb 27, 2018 22:39:23 GMT -5
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