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Remember when there were only 3 Tv stations/channels in the greater Cleveland area?

Channels 3, 5, and 8.

Then channels 43 and 61 came along and really put tv viewers in 7th heaven.

So this is another one of those "Tell us you're as old as dirt without saying you're old as dirt" threads.

Pepperidge Farms remembers.

Well, those UHF stations (25, 43, 61) all came about in the mid to late 60s, so few will remember them. I'm considered "old" now, and that was all several years before I was born in the early 70s.

That said, I'm back to what I grew up with... just a rooftop antenna and those handful of local over-the-air stations, albeit augmented with a couple of streaming services.
I'll never go back to cable, nor will I pay for a ton of a la carte streaming services.

Remember when MLB pitchers threw seven, eight, even GASP! nine innings on a regular basis, unless they were bad?

Having clothes lines in the back yard.

Cokes had those little cork inserts in the cap.

The milkman put milk on your steps. The bottles were usually brown and had tin foil type bottle toppers.

Only because this happened a few nights ago...

Someone knocks on my door at 11:30pm. I hesitate, think about answering, then stop. Now it sounds like they're trying the knob. I run upstairs -- that's where my wife is, that's where my gun is. My wife is already looking at the Ring app (person is leaving). It's a lady, I rewatch a couple times, notice the bag she's carrying has a receipt. Door dash! lol Obviously had the wrong address in her GPS.

Remember when we just answered the door regardless?

Remember when you broke down on the side of the road and had to knock on someone's door?

My grandfather on my mother's side was a milkman and delivered milk for Euclid Race.

I remember when I heard God say “Let there be light,” and there was light.

My grandmother was my fathers family milk lady. Thats how my father met my mother.

Being a milkman was a very popular way of how women met their children's fathers. At least some of their children.

"The Munsters", "My Three Sons" and "Outer Limits" on UHF.

Then, the C-Band satellite dishes.

Great vinyl selections at true music stores.

Incense smoke in the air at Spencer's.

The original Gibson's and Ben Franklin's in Oberlin.

Those tall, standing ashtrays in waiting rooms.

The smell o0f mothballs.

Pull tabs on beverage cans.
Returnable bottles. (TRUE recycling)
Transistor radios.
TV stations going off the air every night.
Stores being closed on Sunday.

I remember going up to the candy store as a kid, and walking out with a big (ish ... I was 9)bag of candy for a dime.

Walking into a music store and seeing the guitar wall loaded with Strats and Les Pauls for a few hundred dollars.

My mother, who is 81, STILL hangs her clothes on a clothesline, she refuses to use a dryer. God love her, and she won’t eat any bread except the home-made bread she makes herself.
Which is GOAT, BTW.

We still use our clothesline.

Remember when people didn't have their heads buried in their phones, all the time? That was a great time.

I remember when I used to hitchhike... all the time.

Now, 90% of the public is convinced that 100% of the hitchhikers are serial killers. 🤣

At sign of they would play the National Anthem, then the test signal with the image of an Indian Head similar to the one on a Buffalo nickel.

Also, on pull tabs, I remember my dad having to use a can opener to puncture those triangular openings on his beer cans or on us kids Hi-C cans.

Since this is a Browns site, I thought about a "remember when" in terms of sports. I remember a time before free agency when team rosters were mostly consistent. Players moved less and you had time to form a "relationship" with players. players then felt like part of a family. AS a kid it was an awesome feeling, and I knew 90% of NL baseball players and a lot of NFL guys. .

I am not saying free agency is not good for players and owners weren't doing what they could to keep players under their control. But it made me feel different about the team I cared about. The contracts now make the players more unapproachable and less real sort of like TV or movie stars.

Non sports, the penny candy thing was a huge memory for me. From age 8 until I retired 4 years ago, I have had a job of some sort. I don't know how many of you know about the old weekly news magazine, The Grit. It is/was published in Williamsport PA. My weekends until I was 13 were spent selling these things in local/bar restaurants about 5 times a day every F, S & Sun. When I first started I would get about $5 a week of which my mom took it for me to save and I was given a dime each week to spend. I grew up in a small town, about 1,300 people in NW Ohio and we had 2 dime stores. I went "uptown" Saturday night, and it took me about a 1/2 hour to figure out how to spend it. It is a great memory of mine.

We had a milkman, bought eggs direct from farmers, actually watched my mom butcher a turkey for Thanksgiving. We knew where 90% of our classmates lived and nearly all had both original parents and we addressed them as MR & Mrs. It wasn't until high school age when a few we were comfortable calling them by their first name. It made me feel solid growing up.

Mom hung our clothes out to dry, she made homemade bread and baked goods & homemade noodles, sewed ripped clothes.

Sorry this is so long but there is a lot more if I took some time.

Love it, Fort.

Sewing! I still sew rips, tears, buttons. Even pulled out the sewing machine for some hems and to shorten curtains.

My wife is about eight years younger, the first time I mentioned sewing something she looked at me like I was from Mars. 🤣

Lol. Me too.

Just bought another one last year after the push mower finally died. We mow about two acres and have a few obstacles that we can't get with the rider.

Talk about a workout!

We have a push mower. Mainly, for mowing under the evergreens behind the pond.

My job.

Few weeks ago wife said, on a 95 degree day "WE (meaning me) should trim the bottom branches off so it's easier to mow under them." I agreed. "but not today, it's hot."

So, I did it then, in the heat. Put my old work coat on, hood up, so I didn't get sappy as I was going to need to crawl in/under the evergreens. Protective gear.

About halfway done, no sap on my body, I thought "Shorts and flip flops don't really count as personal protection when using a chain saw." But, I lugged the branches out from under, and stepped on them as I cut them up small enough to burn in our fire pit.

Man, Great thread.

Back in the ‘80s, a child, Going to Grandmas off of Lorain and watching the Love Boat, Putting on the Hits, and Amen- Sherman Helmsley version on a Saturday. Channel 3,5,8.

Barnaby and Romper Room.

The Lanigan Morning movie and prize reel.

Superhost and the monster movie.

Channel 61, after school, getting home to watch HeMan and Transformers.

- Summers at grandma’s - Days of our Lives.

- My grandfather taking us to the Sears at 65th and Lorain. - Cafeteria and candy counter.

-Those were great times to be a kid, and it’s great to see that old neighborhood being rebuilt and revitalized.

I barely remember having one of these. Maybe when I was 5 or 6 and it was too hard for me push. I have seen new ones for sale.

This is what I've got. $120. This thing is a beast. (Sorry, all pics were huge)

Push mowers no doubt.

I also remember the ice man delivering the 50 lb blocks of ice. Even though my grandmother had a Frigidaire, she also had an icebox as a back up just in case the new contraption stopped working.

She had a crazy washer. It had roller wringers. You didn't want to get caught in that or you would be up to your elbow in a world of trouble.

J/C
Yep, grandma had a push mower. Around 1990, my uncle upgraded her to a lawnmower- no joke, you had to plug the thing in and use an extension cord. 😂. Old Pollacks. 😂

I remember visiting my grandma in Kentucky as a little boy. She lived alongside a dirt road off the beaten path. She did have electricity but no modern plumbing. She got her water by using a bucket drawn from a well and an outhouse for a toliet. I helped milk the cow and gather the eggs her chickens had laid. They had a motorless push mower as well. I was so young that my dad let me sit on his lap and steer the car down that dirt road. While I enjoyed those visits it made me so thankful for my life in Ohio. Dad offered to help her move to town but she wouldn't hear of it.

We too had nothing but an antenna with which to watch TV. While living in the greater Dayton area my dad did have a rotor on the TV tower so we could watch Cincinnati and Columbus stations. I remember the day JFK was assassinated quite vividly because it was the first time I ever saw my mom cry. Then what was only a few short ears later it was RFK and MLK along with Malcom X. I remember the Vietnam war. It had gone on for so long and I was entering my mid teens. I felt certain that I was destined to be drafted and sent to Vietnam. But the war ended well before I turned 18. I remember the anger I felt about the way our troops were treated when they returned home. That was the first time I remember being that angry in my life.

I lived very close to the Miami River and my community was mostly farm land. So fishing and hunting was a very large part of my life growing up. Camping on the river bank was a big part of my summers when I wasn't baling hay for the farmers or involved in school sports. Baling hay was a great way to save up for the county fair and my dad helping teach me a great work ethic and the value of saving money. And once mom was done canning and freezing everything from the garden I was allowed to sell the leftover vegetables at a road side stand for all the work I had contributed to the garden.

My dad and I had found this huge blackberry patch where we would pick blackberries for jam. We picked strawberries at a local fruit farm for strawberry preserves. I can still remember the smell of my mom's homemade wheat bread in the air of our home.

I remember back to that time and just how much I disliked living in a rural area because at the time it felt like there was nothing to do. Now, when looking back I was always doing something and I wouldn't have changed growing up there for anything.

Both of my parents are long gone now. But I'll never forget to be thankful to them for the life they provided me with. We weren't wealthy and we weren't poor. We were in fact middle America.

My mother had one of those when I was very young, under five years old. I learned to keep my hands well away.

Lot of mowing going on...anyone remember snow days and going to neighbors to shovel their walks and drive for a few bucks?

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I remember the Vietnam war. It had gone on for so long and I was entering my mid teens. I felt certain that I was destined to be drafted and sent to Vietnam. But the war ended well before I turned 18. I remember the anger I felt about the way our troops were treated when they returned home. That was the first time I remember being that angry in my life.]]

I was a little kids and early teen during Vietnam and my older brothers sweating out the draft lottery. Do you, or anyone else remember how it was reported on the nightly news. I recall Walter Cronkite with the casualty listing every night for the NV, SV & US soldiers. The numbers were always larger for both Vietnam armies, less so for us. It was reported by small country flag icons on the screen with numbers next to them.

As a young kid I found this interesting. I also remember watching the US soldiers returning home from war, live coverage IIRC.

I really enjoy remembering some of the toys and TV of my youth. We played at "War", running over about 8 acres of backyards that were connected. I got the best toy weapon in the neighborhood: A Johnny Seven OMA (One Man Army) that had seven weapons all combined into one massive rifle. Long before Rambo, THIS.
Another violent toy was the spy set for The Man from U.N.C.L.E. TV show. And just a reminder of some favorite shows, that had marionettes in sci-fi settings, a lot like Thunderbirds today. Had this toy: The spaceship from Fireball XL-5. Supercar, anyone? There was also an underwater sub, futuristic. I believe it was called Stingray. Really watched the Seaview on TV, and I had the sub for it, too. And thanks for the Ghoulardi! I still remember his Rat Fink models, explosives, and the lame "How do you kill a Purple Knif?" (pronounced 'ka-niff'). Answer : With a ka-nife to his ka-nee!"
Good thread! Thanx for the memories!