Do You Remember?

About the only thing I haven't seen mentioned is about Church. EVERY Sunday, unless you were on your death bed and it had been verified by the back of Grandmothers hand on your forehead and then checked again with her cheek.

You sat still regardless of what may be eating your butt or suffered the consequences of being "taken outside" and dealt with. That was embarrassing to say the least, and everyone stared at you when you came back in and sat down... real easy....

Then about once a month or so there was "dinner on the grounds". Actually lunch after services, and was pot luck style. I loved Ms. Minnie's potato salad and Leon's mothers baked beans and my Aunt Alice's fried chicken was the absolute best in the whole world.

The men sat around and talked and smoked, kids ran and played, and the women gossiped. I can take you to a church out in the country, in Arkansas, where this still goes on as scheduled....... THAT'S a memory....
 
Brangus said:
Does anyone remember "hog killin' " time ?






Rubbing the salt based cure in:




Hanging up in the smokehouse.........waiting on a Brangus-style breakfast.
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That smoke house looks like Heaven. We generally ground the shoulders and side meat up for sausage though. I never understood the apeal of bacon when ham could be had.
 
nchunt101 said:
That smoke house looks like Heaven. We generally ground the shoulders and side meat up for sausage though. I never understood the apeal of bacon when ham could be had.
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Nail on the head sir about the shoulders and sides making awesome sausage. I'm with ya and my belly agrees.

I'm also a ham lover, but home cured bacon, home cured "middling meat" (the cured sides.....some call it streak of lean/streak of fat), also have a very special place in my heart to this day.

The real stuff is what I'm talking about.......................none of that Canadian crap.
 
I remember almost all of this stuff...

I had to help butcher hogs several years. Cows too. Get the big iron pots going...

Mama would hang a chicken from the clothes line with a piece of baler twine, cut the head off, and run...after it finished flapping, she would scald it. Then I had to help pluck and clean it.

My dad was a dairy farmer. I would walk down to the dairy with a metal can that looked like this:
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Bring that back and put in the fridge. After the cream rose up, I would pour it off into a gallon jar. After accumulating "enough," I would use the electric churn and make butter, stuffing it into a wooden mold. In the earliest days I had to turn the manual churn with wooden paddles...that thing would make your arm fall off. Making ice cream with the manual ice cream churn was not as much work as making that butter.

My favorite toy when I was little was a corn cob helicopter my daddy made me. He took a dried corn cob, bored a hole in the big end. Got three chicken feathers and stuck them down in that hole. When I threw it up in the air, it would come down spinning. I would play with it until I wore the chicken feathers out. Then it was out to the hen house to get more. Those chickens hated to see me coming; they would raise such a fuss.

I was born in 1964. My folks were driving a '57 Chevy until I was about 4. I would stand on the seat behind my mama's shoulder. It had 444 air conditioning (4 windows down, 44 miles per hour...).

My first year, my folks lived in a three-room wooden shack with an outhouse out back. I think a lot of folks, even today, are only one generation removed from some pretty humble beginnings.
 
I remember having just am radio and when fm came out I had to get an fm converter.... next latest and greatest was 8-track. :)
 
My dad had a 1952 Chevy pickup. The starter was a small peddle on the transmission hump, to the right of gas peddle and higher. To start it you had to pull the manual choke, depress the starter peddle with your toe (which was a mechanical linkage to engage the starter into the flywheel) and your heal on the gas.
 
Plott Hound said:
My dad had a 1952 Chevy pickup. The starter was a small peddle on the transmission hump, to the right of gas peddle and higher. To start it you had to pull the manual choke, depress the starter peddle with your toe (which was a mechanical linkage to engage the starter into the flywheel) and your heal on the gas.
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I had a 53 model chevy........and it was not in the best of shape but me and my buds loved it......looked about like the one below:




I used to drive it to pick up my wife while we were dating just to see her tachometer go in the red.:D:D
 
Do you remember?


This was how you borrowed books from the library. I always enjoyed following the "history" of books I checked out to see if I recognize any people who read it before me.

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....RC Cola was a popular choice in this type of bottle.
 
When a man's word was all you needed. PawPaw used to say "I don't give a damn about his house, car or boat, if his word ain't no good, he ain't no good".

He also said "If you can't pay for it with cash, you don't need it".
 
I grew up in NYC, Brooklyn and Staten Island.
The corner store had one of the biggest Pot Bellied stoves in it, would heat the place up in the winter, also had sawdust on the floor.
No big supermarkets, you had the grocery, the butcher, the fruit store, the fish store.
The candy store had a soda fountain.
We had a milk box on the stoop.
Rode in the backwards facing seat in the old Chrysler Wagon, no seat belts.
Skates and bicycles with no helmets.
Mucked out stables and took out trail rides to work for boarding my horse.
Playing Buck-Buck, bottlecaps, stickball, stoopball etc.
"skitchin" behind the bus when it snowed.
 
copdills said:
hey george, I grew up in Stanley NC and when I was a kido and Dad got a day or two of overtime at work we would get to go to Linebergers Fish Camp and it was a real treat , I hadn't thought about that in a long time, I also remember people had alot more respect for each other back then

Thanks george
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you are the only one outside of my family ive ever heard say "fish camp"
 
Bailey Boat said:
About the only thing I haven't seen mentioned is about Church. EVERY Sunday, unless you were on your death bed and it had been verified by the back of Grandmothers hand on your forehead and then checked again with her cheek.

You sat still regardless of what may be eating your butt or suffered the consequences of being "taken outside" and dealt with. That was embarrassing to say the least, and everyone stared at you when you came back in and sat down... real easy....

Then about once a month or so there was "dinner on the grounds". Actually lunch after services, and was pot luck style. I loved Ms. Minnie's potato salad and Leon's mothers baked beans and my Aunt Alice's fried chicken was the absolute best in the whole world.

The men sat around and talked and smoked, kids ran and played, and the women gossiped. I can take you to a church out in the country, in Arkansas, where this still goes on as scheduled....... THAT'S a memory....
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didnt matter if it snowed either - unless their name came across the tv with other cancellations - you were going. you had to be way past robitussin to stay home.
 
I grew up in Chapel Hill when the University owned the water and telephone systems. You could park on the 100 block of Franklin St. only 2 movie screens existed - the Carolina Theater and the Varsity. University Mall was a big open field that we played in. Chapel Hill and Durham were separated by miles of nothing. Jeff's Drug Store on Franklin St made cherry cokes the right way. Hardee's had a place downtown that was walkup and the only sit down areas were concrete tables and benches outside. Had 3 grocery stores A&P, Winn Dixie, and Colonial. Colonial was were you got the S&H Green Stamps and the betting sheets for the Saturday Greyhound races. Banks closed at noon for an hour for lunch and closed early on Wednesdays. Belk's had a store downtown otherwise you went to the Sears catalog store, placed your order and came back a week later to pick up your order. Life was simpler then
 
There were two inventions which became commonplace in the 1970's which changed our lives back then, one for the better and the other not so much. First was the pocket calculator, which made slide rules obsolete. Slide rules were a hateful thing that college students had to deal with back in the day for math calculations. The first calculators were $200 and were rather controversial--some professors allowed them and others did not. They were a huge advantage but not everyone could afford them as $200 was a lot of money in say 1971. The other was pantyhose. When I was in high school (class of 1969) the girls all wore thigh highs and garter belts all the time during winter months, but by the early 1970's pantyhose had taken over. Some of us were greatly disappointed by this.
 
Sandman_NC said:
How about sitting on the front porch shelling butter beans, peas, or whatever till your thumbs got sore.
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Sorting pintos or "snapping" green beans. Holding yarn wrapped around your hands so mom/grandma/aunt could knit or crochet. Watching old men whittle. Listening to all their tales on each other and being told, "Now don't you be like that when you grow up."

Anoyone ever hear this one?: "Children are to be seen and not heard."

Grandma also used to say, "Youth is wasted on the young." Man she was wise.
 
Remember when nurses wore white dresses, white hose, white shoes, and those funny looking white hats.? Yeah, I'm hanging around a hospital.
 
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