How to figure your age..Bring back any memories?

via Ike Jakson’s Blog

Someone asked me the other day, ‘What was your favourite ‘fast food‘ when you were growing up?’

 ‘We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,’ I informed him.  All the food was slow.

‘C’mon, seriously. Where did you eat?’

‘It was a place called “home”, I explained.
‘Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn’t like what she put on my plate, I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.’

By this time, the lad was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.

But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I’d figured his system could have handled it:

Some parents NEVER owned their own house, or wore jeans, set foot on a golf course, travelled out of the country or had a credit card.

My parents never drove me to school. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow).

We didn’t have a television in our house until I was 10.
It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at 10 pm, after playing the national anthem and epilogue; it came back on the air at about 6 am. and there was usually a locally produced news and farm show on, featuring local people…

I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn’t know weren’t already using the line…

Pizzas were not delivered to our home… But milk was.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers –My brother delivered a newspaper, seven days a week.  He had to get up at 6AM every morning.

Film stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the films. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or almost anything offensive.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don’t blame me if they bust a gut laughing.

Growing up isn’t what it used to be, is it?

MEMORIES from a friend:

My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother’s house (she died in December) and hebrought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle.   In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it…    I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea.   She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something.   I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to ‘sprinkle’ clothes with because we didn’t have steam irons.   Man, I am old.

How many do you remember? 

Headlight dip-switches on the floor of the car.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Trouser leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heated on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn indicators.

Older Than Dirt Quiz:

Count all the ones that you remember, not the ones you were told about.  Ratings at the bottom.

1. Sweet cigarettes
2. Coffee shops with juke boxes
. Home milk delivery in glass bottles
4. Party lines on the telephone
5. Newsreels before the movie 
6. TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning.. (There were only 2 channels [if you were fortunate])
7.  Peashooters 
8. 33 rpm records
9. 45 RPM records
10. Hi-fi’s
11. Metal ice trays with levers
12. Blue flashbulb
13. Cork popguns
14.. Wash tub wringers

If you remembered 0-3 = You’re still young
If you remembered 3-6 = You are getting older
If you remembered 7-10 = Don’t tell your age
If you remembered 11-14 = You’re positively ancient!

I must be ‘positively ancient’ but those memories are some of the best parts of my life.

Don’t forget to pass this along!!
Especially to all your really OLD friends….I just did!!!!!!!!!

(PS: I used a large type face so you could read it easily).


Thanks Ben, you must be a little younger because I only got television earlier in the year I reached 34 and I have now been without it again for almost 12 years; almost everybody thinks I am nuts but I left it behind for the family when I retired; in its stead I have the time to talk to everyone passing in the street and I love it.

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  1. #1 by elcampeador on July 13, 2012 - 9:28 AM

    By Jove, you are right on target,

  2. #2 by Ike Jakson on July 13, 2012 - 9:25 AM


    The best is to leave the water where it is. We stopped drinking the vile stuff a long time go. Scotch, Black Jack; in fact any whiskey or brandy should be savored on its own. Water in it can harm or kill you or both, and it spoils the taste of the real thing anyway.


  3. #3 by elcampeador on July 13, 2012 - 7:48 AM

    Concerning municipal water, that is so true Ike. That is the reason that I usually put a TAD of say Scotch, in muni water. 🙂

  4. #4 by Ike Jakson on July 13, 2012 - 12:10 AM


    Good for your auntie; we had to make do until I was of working age and went to stay in a boarding house in Cape Town in 1959, the year I turned 19 and also the year before Kennedy announced his “Moon Dreams” to get elected.

    They did not have waterborne sewage on the moon then and still don’t have.

    In the meantime out here in some areas it comes out if you open the fresh water tap. We, the wise ones, get our water from the ground with our own well-point and an electric pump. It’s clean pure water, sand-filtered by nature, and much safer than municipal water.

  5. #5 by elcampeador on July 12, 2012 - 7:14 PM

    Only purpose family and friends did see with the oil lamp was, burn the damn thing down and hope to a higher power, you got out safely.

    Auntie, finally did get an inside bathroom.. 🙂

  6. #6 by Ike Jakson on July 12, 2012 - 4:16 PM

    Hi Elcampeador

    The s…house had to be at least one yard wide and three long [all inside measurements] with a comfortable seat to peruse the local newspaper and a place to hang the lantern in order to be able to read by the light of the oil lamp.


  7. #7 by elcampeador on July 12, 2012 - 2:33 PM

    Most welcome, good sir.

    Gee, umm gosh, we use to call it a shit house. An aunt had one out in the farming areas of, Western NY State. There was some reason, I really didn’t like going to aunt Josephine’s place, but I can’t remember what the reason was. 🙂

  8. #8 by Ike Jakson on July 12, 2012 - 1:49 PM

    Thanks oh Great One Elcampeador

    My fine old Friend forgot about the outside commode. We used to call it the Kleinhuisie literally translated to mean ‘the little small house’ out in the back.


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