Stuff from the past that you miss!

I miss the candy counter at Sears. I rarely bought candy. Usually bought popcorn or hot roasted nuts. I miss those nuts!
 
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I miss the candy counter at Sears. I rarely bought candy. Usually bout popcorn or hot roasted nuts. I miss those nuts!

I grew up with reruns of The Three Stooges and the Classic Peanuts comic strip.
 

I’ve watched a lot of different types of comedy growing up in the age of generation X, but nothing seems to compare to The Three Stooges or Abbot and Costello.

Comic strips like: Overboard, Calvin and Hobbes, Beatle Bailey, or Garfield were favorite reads on Sunday when there wasn’t anything on TV close to Saturday morning cartoons.
 
i miss the scooter i had (shared with siblings but as each sorta grew out of it the next was ready to start using it) with the big soft tyres and brakes, and the four-wheeler (not in a straight line) old-school roller skates. i almost felt like i was flying as i whizzed down the sloping pavements on them.
 
I’ve watched a lot of different types of comedy growing up in the age of generation X, but nothing seems to compare to The Three Stooges or Abbot and Costello.

Comic strips like: Overboard, Calvin and Hobbes, Beatle Bailey, or Garfield were favorite reads on Sunday when there wasn’t anything on TV close to Saturday morning cartoons.
i thought you were younger than that
 
I’ve watched a lot of different types of comedy growing up in the age of generation X, but nothing seems to compare to The Three Stooges or Abbot and Costello.

Comic strips like: Overboard, Calvin and Hobbes, Beatle Bailey, or Garfield were favorite reads on Sunday when there wasn’t anything on TV close to Saturday morning cartoons.

Yes! Laurel and Hardy was good too.
 
I miss the swinging sixties in Soho and Chelsea where you could go to a small venue and meet current and future pop stars.

We organised a party and wanted a group. The Beatles were too expensive so we had The Yardbirds with Eric Clapton for £25 and free beer.
 
I miss the swinging sixties in Soho and Chelsea where you could go to a small venue and meet current and future pop stars.

We organised a party and wanted a group. The Beatles were too expensive so we had The Yardbirds with Eric Clapton for £25 and free beer.
only you can get away with the name-dropping, oggy :D
 
those long, hot, endless summers as a child... pretty much free to wander where i liked, do what i wanted, in woodlands and fields and stream, hanging out with horses and having a ball with all the other kids in the corn field when the corn was harvested... my big bro (about 14 years older than me) and a couple of his mates would make great big 'camps' out of the left behind straw, then all us littl'uns would line up; they'd grab us by our hands and feet and launch us into the blue, to sail through the air and land safe and sound and screaming with joy in the pile :D great days. no responsibilities. mum calling us in for tea around 6-7...the bath, the million tiny stings from the million tiny corn-stalk grazes. happy days!
 
This thread is making me all achey... some of your answers! I miss payphones.

I remember row upon row of payphones at major airports and rushing off planes to be able to find an empty one to make a call. And my trusty Worldcom nationwide long-distance calling card.
 
This thread is making me all achey... some of your answers! I miss payphones.

I miss:

Candlestick telephones.
Telephones with a handle on the side that you twirled quickly to contact the operator.
Press Button B to get your money back if the person you were calling was engaged (or if you were a kid, pressing Button B on a row of call boxes and hoping for a returned fourpence).
Scrambler phones.
Phones with a drawer underneath to store names and numbers of contacts.
Four volume London telephone directory.
Booking a trunk or overseas call.
Party lines (for us the phone rang in sets of three).
Office switch boards with cables to plug in to call an extension.
Talking to the local telephone operator who was usually one of your mother's friends.
Calling a girlfriend but the phone was always answered by her father first.

AA and RAC roadside phone boxes for which you had a key if you were a member.

Police phone boxes (like Dr Who's Tardis) that had a flashing light if the beat policeman should phone the Police Station.

And of course:

Beat Policemen who knew everybody including your parents.
 
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only you can get away with the name-dropping, oggy :D

In the 1960s the London County Council organised many cheap outdoor events.

Thursday evenings were 'Jazz in the Park' in Battersea Park. Entrance was four shillings - slightly more than the cost of a pint of beer. One evening I took a jazz-mad young lady to see Johnny Dankworth and Cleo Laine. It poured with rain but we huddled under an ex-US Army poncho cape. The band were on a stage under cover. The audience, all ten of us, were out in the open until Johnny Dankworth invited us all to join them at the edges of the stage.

The concert lasted four hours. Ever after that I was a hero to that young lady even though she married someone else. She still treasures the progamme signed and dedicated to her by Johnny and Cleo who also performed two requests just for her.
 
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