borderline dirt, but
Posted By: deenibeeni on 2008-12-10
In Reply to: I'm older than dirt - sm
our phone number was Edgewood 56743. I think this puts me over the top.
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Mine is borderline...sm
and my PCP is having me keep a log for 3 months to see how it goes. My dad was diagnosed with cancer in July and passed away in March, so it was a pretty stressful time and I know that didn't help with the BP. I'm hoping now that things have calmed down a bit, it will go back down where it had been. My mom and sister have lower blood pressures and my dad's was never a problem for him either. Mine was always lower, too, so we'll see.
What dirt?
Joe Dirt
:)
Can you believe, old as dirt and never had
mac and cheese in my entire life. I am probably afraid it would become an addiction like other foods I love.
DIRT PIE
oreos and whip cream, you can't go wrong. just Google DIRT PIE. it was a kids dish, but a lot of people made it a little more grown up. I have had it all kinds of ways and all very good.
Older than dirt...
No, I just turned 64 in March. My ex said his Lasik did not last and my eyesight was in the 20/400 range, really bad so really glad when I got the Lasik as glasses and contacts just was not doing the job anymore. I know according to the patient cataracts grow at different growths so maybe that is the problem now, at least if that were the case insurance would pay for it and Lasik not.
Dirt concerns
Your daughter could get head lice from the girl coming to your house, from school, etc. Let her go to the party, and have her take a shower when she comes home!
I'm older than dirt
'Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?'
'We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,' I informed him. 'All the food was slow.' 'C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?'
'It was a place called 'at home,'' I explained. ! 'Mom cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.'
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table. But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it :
Some parents NEVER! owned their own house, wore Levis, set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card. In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card. The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears & Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died.
My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow). We didn't have a television in our house until I was 5. It was, of course, black and white,
I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called 'pizza pie.' When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had.
We didn't have a car until I was 4. It was an old black Dodge.
I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers my brother delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which he got to keep 2 cents. He had to get up at
6AM
every morning. On Saturday, he had to collect the 42 cents from his customers. His favorite customers were the ones who gave him 50 cents and told him to keep the change. His least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.
Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called French kissing and they didn't do that in movies. I don't know what they did in French movies. French movies were dirty and we weren't allowed to see them
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?
MEMORIES from a friend :
My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to 'sprinkle' clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.
How many do you remember?
Head lights dimmer switches on the floor. Ignition switches on the dashboard. Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall. Real ice boxes. Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards. Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner. Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.
Older Than Dirt Quiz :
Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about
Ratings at the bottom.
1 Blackjack chewing gum 2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water 3. Candy cigarettes 4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles 5. Coffee shops or diners with tableside juke boxes 6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers 7. Party lines 8. Newsreels before the movie 9. P.F. Flyers 10. Butch wax 11. TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (there were only 3 channels) 12. Peashooters 13. Howdy Doody 14. 45 RPM records 15. S&H greenstamps 16 Hi-fi's 17. Metal ice trays with lever 18. Mimeograph paper 19 Blue flashbulb 20. Packards 21. Roller skate keys 22. Cork popguns 23. Drive-ins 24. Studebakers 25. Wash tub wringers
If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age, If you remembered 16-25 = You're older than dirt!
I might be older than dirt but those memories are thebest part of my life.
Older than dirt here, too......... sm
I can also remember:
1. Licking and sticking S&H Green Stamps into a saver book and taking them to the redemption center with my mother. That's how I got my first luggage set.
2. Raleigh coupons that came in the cigarettes that Dad smoked. These were also good for redemption for merchandise, but mom had to package them up in bundles of 100 with rubber bands, pack them in a box, wrap the box with a brown paper grocery sack cut to fit and tie it with string. We then mailed it and waited the customary 6 - 8 weeks for our merchandise to arrive. I believe she got a set of dishes with this once and who knows what else. It, like the Green Stamps, was so common place in our home that we didn't really pay attention to what was purchased with them.
3. Going to the soda fountain at the drug store downtown and ordering a Coke float.
4. We lived on a farm and sometimes processed our own meat. I can remember helping to package and label package after package of beef or pork.
5. Related to the above, I can remember my mother straining milk that our milk cow produced twice a day. For each gallon of milk, about a third of it was pure yellow cream. My dad would drink the cream off the top of the milk with supper at night. That kid doctor in the original post probably would have had a stroke over that. Surprisingly though, Dad never did and lived to be the ripe old age of 83. Mother also made and sold fresh-churned butter and buttermilk. That buttermilk made the BEST cornbread to go with the peas that Dad grew in the garden and Mom canned for us to eat through the winter. Sometimes peas and cornbread WAS supper.
6. I can remember getting a special dress twice a year....once on Easter and once on Christmas.....and wearing it to church with my family. Of course, these dresses were designed and crafted and sewn by my mother. All of my clothes were, in fact, and I always got so many compliments on my clothes and from people with money at that!
7. I can remember going into town with Daddy on Saturday mornings and getting 25 cents worth of candy. It was enough to last a whole week but it seldom did. We didn't get candy or soft drinks every day and they were a special treat.
8. I didn't eat a "store bought" cookie until I was at least 13 years old.
9. I didn't have a "store bought" dress until I was at least 9 years old and only then because I was attending a wedding and mother did have time to make me a new dress (which she thought I had to have a new dress for any "occasion"). I think it cost $12 and my daddy had to work for about 6 hours to pay for that dress!
10. I can remember segregation and the first year our little school integrated.
11. I can remember watching the evening news and seeing the casualty lists from the Vietnam War being scrolled across the screen.
12. I can remember JFK's assasination and funeral and my mother crying as she watched the news coverage on our black and white TV while ironing. She was using one of those bottles described in the original post.
13. I remember our class being taken to the auditorium and watching the first man walk on the moon.
14. I remember daily assemblies that included Scripture reading and prayer at school and these were lead by a teacher.
15. I didn't see a color TV until I was about 12 or 13 and that was at a friend's house. I didn't know they even existed until then.
16. I remember the first attempt at movies on disks. They were huge plastic things in huge plastic boxes and the picture quality was abysmal. Of course, we thought it was great.
17. I remember Hi-FI stereos with automatic record changers that played 33s and 45s and what an improvement it was to be able to stack records and not have to change them after each one was finished. At least I'm not quite old enough to remember using a Victrola!
When I think about all the innovations and inventions I have seen in my lifetime, it amazes me. There are microwaves, color tv, personal computers, cell phones, MP3 players, CDs, VCRs, DVDs, and the list goes on. Boy, do I feel old now!
Another older than dirt
How about when gas was 28 cents a gallon and you also got a free drinking glass with each gasoline fillup?!! Them's the good ole days,..
Older than dirt
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You are right about that clouds of dust/dirt thing...
I have a bagless and that is exactly what I do not like about it.
Isn't it throwing the first hand of dirt onto the casket
Putting their body to rest, they loved ones toss the first handful of dirt? Maybe I am wrong.
Can't even imagine how Anna N. mother could walk on her daughter's freshly dug grave, never heard of such a thing.
There was a reason A.N. Smith was like she was and her mother may have been big part of it. That she had a multimillionaire daughter who didn't share the loot with her must probably made the woman insulted. Unevenly distributed wealth distorts close family relationships like nothing else can.
I do like it and I am also watching Dirt this season and Riches.
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no but i also don't stay married to someone who treats me like dirt
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It isn't uncommon for the loved ones to throw some dirt on the grave. sm
I didn't see it though so am not sure if this is the type of thing you are talking about or not. In my husband's family the men actually stay and cover the grave using shovels, but it is a different culture than what we are used to in the US, he and his father covered his grandfather's grave and my husband covered our son's grave. Not sure about 'walking' on the grave though... that seems disrespectful... but again, I didn't see so don't know.
Anna Nichole's mother did not just put dirt or whatever on the grave, she
actually WALKED over the top of the grave. I was shocked because where I live so disrespectful, had never ever seen this done before. I am southern and her mother also lives in the south. Just not done in my neck of the woods. Even after burial, I always try to go around marked graves, never treading on them if I can at all keep from doing so.
Very dusty, we live on a private dirt /gravel road - sm
have a dirt/gravel driveway )very short). Dust just seems to seep through somehow. House was built in 1989. I hate to clean so that does not help, and lots of stuff/clutter here for it to accumulate on. Need to just empty the house and bring back in only a few things and sell the rest. Would make such a difference.
dog named Didi, cats names Snowball, Squirrel and Dirt
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I'm older than dirt, too, and older
than the 2 posters below me.
I remember when gas was $.25 a gallon when I got my driver's license and first car.
The first car my dad had was a LaSalle with running boards. After that, he bought all Hudsons and then Ramblers. He never owned a Chevy.
My first car was a ི Chevy, green and White, that my dad paid $12 for (cost of the tag). My uncle gave it to him and was a stick shift. I never drove an automatic until I was 20 and bought my own car with my own money. I paid $1500 for a ྀ Rambler Classic, 4 door (my first 4 door, too) in turquoise blue. My dad was mad because I didn't pick the Navy blue and white stick shift Rambler because it was cheaper.
My allowance was $1.50 a week and to make money, I chauffered all my friends around plus to school and back for $.25 a week.
And, I just turned another year older on Monday. Ugh! Thank heavens, no one in my family wished me HB. I quit counting 20 years ago.
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