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Do You Remember When?

Jake and I were talking about our childhood this morning so the subject was in my head.
How many here had or used an outhouse, what about a slop pot? Yes the conversation got 'non-technical.
How many had to draw water in 2 galloon steel buckets from a well, carry it up hill several trips to take a bath if the creeks and spillway's were too cold to bath or wash clothes in?
For you younger generation how many trips did you make to grandma or grandpa's house and how hard did they work you,lol?
Did you grow up in the city or country or a little of both? What was your least favorite task?
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What was in style ,peg leg or bell bottoms, straight leg jeans or slacks?
Did you girls burn your bras in the 60s? Did you guys wear bell bottoms?
 
Do I ever remember! I grew up in the country in an older home that did not have any indoor plumbing. We had an outhouse, a cistern with a pump that we used to pump water for drinking, cooking, washing clothes, and bath water. My mother would heat up the water on the stove for our baths and pour it into a round galvanized steel tub. That was our bathtub. She would heat water for her ringer-washer washing machine too.

Hip hugger bellbottoms, mini-skirts, hullabaloo boots/go-go boots, crop tops, halter tops, and so much more. Good times!! 😊
 
I do remember when. Loved the Statler Bros, listening now. :)

When I was 6 we moved into an old adobe house outside of town. It had a cistern for water which was delivered to the cistern by tanker truck. It was piped into the kitchen but there was an outhouse, no indoor bathroom. The first item of business was to add one. I don't remember how long it took but it was too long. I was terrified of that outhouse. Yes there was a pot under the bed.

I grew up in a small town, in the country and finished it in a city.

I think I've had all those styles of clothing. I never burned my bra. No way, I didn't iron my hair either. Ah, the good old days! :D
 
I still wear Levi tapered leg, misses fit, mom jeans but the 1990 style with 2% spandex. I donated all my 100% heavy cotton 1960-80 ones since I don't do all the heavy dirty work I once did. I never burned my bra.
 
Do I ever remember! I grew up in the country in an older home that did not have any indoor plumbing. We had an outhouse, a cistern with a pump that we used to pump water for drinking, cooking, washing clothes, and bath water. My mother would heat up the water on the stove for our baths and pour it into a round galvanized steel tub. That was our bathtub. She would heat water for her ringer-washer washing machine too.

Hip hugger bellbottoms, mini-skirts, hullabaloo boots/go-go boots, crop tops, halter tops, and so much more. Good times!! 😊

It was hard work, but we loved it. Always tried to get back to the woods with my kids, just didn't happen. Either couldn't afford it or it was not a good plot.
 
My parents grew up in northwest Alabama, way out in the sticks. My Mom was from Bear Creek and my Dad was from Phil Campbell. After they got married they lived in a small town named Hodges for awhile. But they couldn't make enough money there, so they bought an old Studebaker and headed for the cornfields of Illinois.

By the time I came along, 16 years later, they were "skilled Factory workers" working for a company called Diamond Wire. They made good money and bought the house I grew up in 1952 for $8,000. That house later sold for 20 times that, $160,000 in 1985. My Dad was a handyman who could build just about anything, and he took that square 2 bedroom house and added 2 more bedrooms and a wrap around porch. It was more than doubled in size from when they bought it.

My Mom never had indoor plumbing, and when she saw the house after my Dad bought it, she exclaimed "It's got an Inhouse!" That became the nickname for our bathrooms. But we were definitely a country family. I think the biggest city my parents were even in was DeKalb, Illinois.
 
My parents grew up in northwest Alabama, way out in the sticks. My Mom was from Bear Creek and my Dad was from Phil Campbell. After they got married they lived in a small town named Hodges for awhile. But they couldn't make enough money there, so they bought an old Studebaker and headed for the cornfields of Illinois.

By the time I came along, 16 years later, they were "skilled Factory workers" working for a company called Diamond Wire. They made good money and bought the house I grew up in 1952 for $8,000. That house later sold for 20 times that, $160,000 in 1985. My Dad was a handyman who could build just about anything, and he took that square 2 bedroom house and added 2 more bedrooms and a wrap around porch. It was more than doubled in size from when they bought it.

My Mom never had indoor plumbing, and when she saw the house after my Dad bought it, she exclaimed "It's got an Inhouse!" That became the nickname for our bathrooms. But we were definitely a country family. I think the biggest city my parents were even in was DeKalb, Illinois.

This is when America had factories and plenty of workers waiting to fill those jobs. Not that way now labor jobs are not popular.
 
Thanks for the Statler Brothers view. I am still a prepper and am glad to know how to do things w/o modern conveniences smart stuff. I got a thunder mug with a lid (kind of as a joke) for my barn house and call it my second bathroom. I used to deal in antiques and had one in the living room when my mom came to visit. She was Mortified!
We had TV early on. Not color and no remote. We had to trudge through 10 feet of carpet to change the channel!
We cooked all our meals at home, took lunches to school in brown bags and were safe and happy.
 
@Marie Mallory (Sorry, I should have quoted what I was replying to...)
Well, no, the reason manufacturing jobs aren't available any more has nothing to do with how popular they were. There are a lot less factories now. Corporate America farmed out all those jobs to Japan in the 1970s or 1980s, then China, and now, almost all of Asia.

There is always construction going on somewhere, whether it's homes, apartment buildings or skyscrapers. And those jobs and everything to do with them are labor, and usually, they pay quite well.

In my opinion, a "job" is something you do to survive. You do it because you have to, or you'll end up living on the street, or in a tent behind the Mall in "the Devil's Playground." **

A "career" is doing work you love doing, and as such it doesn't feel the same as as getting up every day and going to do the same underpaid and overworked BS job. It may or may not make you rich, most likely it won't, but take my band for example. I was told in elementary school that I would have a career as a guitarist. They were right. And I loved every minute of it. It's what all that physical labor to set up and tear down the gear every day did to me that I am paying for now. But playing... That was why we did it.

** That's what people called the homeless camp behind Bayshore Mall in Eureka. It was raided by an army of cops and everyone was illegally evicted, they sued the city and won. But in the end, it didn't really help them at all. Just that they were legally allowed to camp in out of the way public land as long as they kept it clean, which they did. For about a week... :ROFLMAO:
 
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I remember going to Fenway park with my grandparents as a kid. It was awesome going to the stadium. We’d wait until the game would end and meet the players at the gate & get our baseballs autographed by the players.

It’s been years since I last visited Fenway Park since I live in Texas now.
 
I remember going to Fenway park with my grandparents as a kid. It was awesome going to the stadium. We’d wait until the game would end and meet the players at the gate & get our baseballs autographed by the players.

It’s been years since I last visited Fenway Park since I live in Texas now.

I have very fond memories of the teen dances, later on rock concerts and last but not least roller rinks. And I also loved playing softball when we had women's leagues. then this insane notion of co-ed league's. Last time on a leque I was 50 and men were allowed.
 
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