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Im knocking on 30 and can remember filling up at $0.90 cents a gallon. That wasnt that long ago. I miss the old radial crop dusters. Could hear them a mile away. There are still a few radials flying but not many.

Getting a ride to the bootlegger's when I was 13.
Rasling with girdles
Playing country jay
Touch football in the front yard
Window units or attic fans
Sugar Daddies
High school public dances at the VFW or National Guard Units
Gatoring
Catching lightning bugs
Catching Doodle bugs
Dressing up to go shopping in Meridian
Getting kicked out of school because my hair was touching my ear
Blind man's bluff
Cannonballs and watermellons splashing the old women
Good Gulf was 28 cents per gallon and Ethyl was 31 cents per gallon
Movie popcorn and coke for 25 cents

Doulble feature scary flicks

Bankermane wrote:Sugar Daddies

reminds me of marathon bars - haven't thought of those in years.....

-green yellow and red(?) striped coconut planks (YUCK - forced to eat them as a kid by my grandmother "'cause they were good for me")
-catching >5lb catfish out of fish ponds, on a regular basis
-having to put "salve" on any scrapes, cuts, strawberries...that burned like the dickens - at my grandparent's again
-picking blackberries on the fishpond levees in the morning and fresh blackberry cobbler that afternoon
-sitting on the plastic couch cover at my grandparent's, with a starburst pattern embeddin in it (same pattern was on the seat cover in the back of their crystler, that i used to stick to in the summer)
-three wheelers w/only suspension being how much air you let out of the balloon tires
-stopping outside of tutwiler (i think, may've been ruleville), on the way to rome to "visit", to pick up fresh eggs
-barely remember when every store on mainstreet isola was occupied and thriving - the cafe, mr tingle's antique shop, insurance co, drug store, clothes shop, 2 chinese groceries and bissey's grocery, full serve gas station, gresham's gas/tires, baseball field was used on a regular basis, conagra was in the back of the old school building (where water tower is, now)

Goin' on deer drives with 50+ standers and ten packs of dogs and counting over a hundred shots during doe days. Taking longer to get through the swamp bottoms(gettin' bad stuck) than the drive would last. Killin' ducks in the timber shootin' 1950's A5 Browning loaded with paper hull super x's in four shot. Following my dad's bird dogs quail huntin' and actually killin' a limit of wild birds. Cuttin' wood for the fireplace with an old heavy-ass gear drive homelite chainsaw. Goin' squirrel huntin' at daylight and givin' a few to the black folks who actually appreciated them. Pickin' butter beans and having to shell them by hand.

TODO wrote:Im knocking on 30 and can remember filling up at $0.90 cents a gallon. That wasnt that long ago. I miss the old radial crop dusters. Could hear them a mile away. There are still a few radials flying but not many.

I'll be 30 in March and I remember filling up my truck that had a 34 gallon tank for 25 bucks at $0.77 to $0.79 a gallon my senior year in high school.

Not much sadder to me than the loss of the quail hunting. Used to get off the school bus and walk up two coveys before dark; Saturdays we'd walk all day and the men would shoot a limit each; us boys would shoot a lot of shells.

Back then we'd tell our buddies if we saw a deer track, now we dodge deer in the road and tell our buddies if we saw a pair of bobwhites. Back then, you'd invite neighbors to come eat a mess of birds, now if you have a few quaily birds to eat you draw the curtains and turn the lights down low.....

I remember the camo...or lack of it rather...Expecially for a yute. Nowdays they have yute waders,jackets, gloves AND boots...MAN I froze my booty off

IslandHopper wrote:Goin' on deer drives with 50+ standers and ten packs of dogs and counting over a hundred shots during doe days. Taking longer to get through the swamp bottoms(gettin' bad stuck) than the drive would last. Killin' ducks in the timber shootin' 1950's A5 Browning loaded with paper hull super x's in four shot. Following my dad's bird dogs quail huntin' and actually killin' a limit of wild birds. Cuttin' wood for the fireplace with an old heavy-!@# gear drive homelite chainsaw. Goin' squirrel huntin' at daylight and givin' a few to the black folks who actually appreciated them. Pickin' butter beans and having to shell them by hand.

Thats good stuff.

I'm 50 now and I remember getting my first pair of Browning Lightweights when I was 12 or 13 ,
I thought I was " The Man".

The Captain wrote:I'm 50 now and I remember getting my first pair of Browning Lightweights when I was 12 or 13 ,
I thought I was " The Man".

.....Nope, You thought you were "The Man" when you got your first Leisure Suit, parted your hair down the middle, and went cruising in the 1972 Olds Cutless Supreme, with the 350 4-barrel,,,doing the loop around McDonalds--"pass another Pony up here"

mfalkner wrote:Not much sadder to me than the loss of the quail hunting. Used to get off the school bus and walk up two coveys before dark; Saturdays we'd walk all day and the men would shoot a limit each; us boys would shoot a lot of shells.

Back then we'd tell our buddies if we saw a deer track, now we dodge deer in the road and tell our buddies if we saw a pair of bobwhites. Back then, you'd invite neighbors to come eat a mess of birds, now if you have a few quaily birds to eat you draw the curtains and turn the lights down low.....

I learned to shoot a shotgun hunting wild quail and doves with my dad and grandaddy. If the quail hunting would come back i could sell all the decoys and deer stands and be proud to do so.

mfalkner wrote:Not much sadder to me than the loss of the quail hunting. Used to get off the school bus and walk up two coveys before dark; Saturdays we'd walk all day and the men would shoot a limit each; us boys would shoot a lot of shells.

Back then we'd tell our buddies if we saw a deer track, now we dodge deer in the road and tell our buddies if we saw a pair of bobwhites. Back then, you'd invite neighbors to come eat a mess of birds, now if you have a few quaily birds to eat you draw the curtains and turn the lights down low.....

I learned to shoot a shotgun hunting wild quail and doves with my dad and grandaddy. If the quail hunting would come back i could sell all the decoys and deer stands and be proud to do so.

Only having to shake once after peeing

getting up to pick bush butter beans
seeing my daddy sweat so hard it would drip off his nose...and dying to be "a man" like him
splitting wood with an slege hammer and wedge
seeing all the ladies come over to our house and see this contraption that would cook a chicken in 10 minutes.....a microwave. Mom had the 1st one in the neigborhood!
working in a hay field in August
riding bikes in the "gravel pit" and occasionally finding a Playboy lying around
playing pong and duck hunt on the Atari
listening to Bill Cosby and Jerry Clower 8 tracks
playing kickball and football in the yard
riding a Big Wheel and later a Green Machine
eating grandma's cooking...especially fried chicken and mac-n-cheese
riding a 10 speed with the curled handle bars
shooting squirrels and having grandma cook em up with dumplins!

Dr. B

Being able to trust a fart! Man those were the days.