I used to jitterbug with my girlfriend when we were young . It was so much fun. Good exercise. Great pic.
1 Like
6 Likes
Don’t forget Fonzie and his comb. Love this show.
3 Likes
Sketch and Lift Mom would have these for long car trips. Kept us busy and quiet. lol
2 Likes
For Brits. Pirate Radio Ships. Usually old fishing ships anchored in the English Channel broadcasting commercial radio music in competition with the BBC. Several of the pirate DJs went on the have successful careers later with BBC Tv and Radio.
3 Likes
nor hear 
Good Humor Truck with a tiny door in the back, then big time… back and side lol
2 Likes
Not even with standing right behind the ring until the last second just to see who was
Chicken did we consider REAL dangerous
1 Like
The back seat Instant Message of the day, No charger required.
1 Like
Yes, good times back then. Todays kids are missing out on so many of life’s little treats.
1 Like
Mr.Whipple was the worst old squeezer.
2 Likes
I love poetry and I learned this Robbie Burns classic because It was on the front of a ciggie pack. I hadn’t even started school, had no idea what the Afton was, or where it was but it sounded so perfect, I wanted to start smoking as a 3 year old. Now I have fished the Afton, Haven’t smoked for 19 years and write poetry. Maybe I’ll share one sometime…
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro’ the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark’d with the courses of clear winding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary’s sweet cot in my eye.
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild Ev’ning sweeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides,
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As gathering sweet flowrets she stems thy clear wave.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
4 Likes
I loved these. We had one named Mr Softy. Amazing what a couple coins bought back then. Do you remember the popsicle man. OMG, I loved the sky blue ones. lol
4 Likes
The old Singer Sewing Maching. My Mom had one and used it all the time.
3 Likes
