NOSTALGIA - REMEMBER WHEN

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Not funny at the time but going to the scherer (barber) was always a trial of wills.

Typically our hair was cut in what was commonly called the "Dutch Style"...skinned sides with a birds nest on top...

Kinda looked like the scherer used a tupperware bowl and skinned everything south of the rim...not tapered but skinned flush to the head...

Now when you have ears that stick straight out from your head, you looked like Dumbo doing the breast stroke...

Momma always said we couldnt hide any dirt behind our ears that way...
 

Princetons yechhhhhh! No wonder i wanted a mohawk. Who would walk in and say "cut everything off except the bangs"i even asked to get the bangs cut like eddie munster,course not. Barber girl knew better. I did catch heck for cutting it myself once. Sure it looked great!.
 

Haircuts, sure: "Flat top and DA" for $0.25 then they raised the price to $0.50 and I let it grow out; could no longer afford the every 2-3 weeks cut.
Don.....
 

i remer when kids where good and didn't misbehave
 

Often stood on the porch during the daily afternoon summer rain...listening to the thunder and watching the lightning flashes...the fresh smell of the air...and the heavy humid air when the rain stopped...

Seemed like minutes passed and it was as if the rain hadn't occurred at all.

Then, on the edge of the corn field, we'd find small mounds of mud balls next to a hole the size of a quarter...apparently crawdads several hundred feet from a streambed...

And then the bugs came out from their hiding places...
 

My brother, sister and I exited the ole yellow school bus and walked across the foot bridge to the back of the house. We could see there were sheets hanging on the clothes line and a the half full wicker basket dumped over on the ground. Kinda wondered why mom was hoeing the ground like she was chopping kindling... My BB gun was leaning on the fence...Hmmmmmmmmm

On the ground was this wringing-withering pulpy chopped-up mass that was once a garter snake...I think...The snake should have know better than to crawl out from under the corregated roofing pile, sitting next to the clothes line...especially when it knew that mom had a deadly fear of snakes...

Another time my younger brother, sister and I were picking blackberries down by the stream... We found a blacksnake in the brambles and used a collender to capture it...played with it a while and let it go and went back to filling the collender with berries. After dinner mom fixed the berries sweetened with sugar as a dessert...my little brother starting a story about catching the blacksnake in the collendar...

Well, mom screamed at the top of her lungs, and immediately picked up all of the uneaten desserts, and along with the collendar, threw then out the back door... Shoulda have thrown my brother out of the door instead...

Once, mom was going out of the back door mudroom, down the steps to the chicken coupe...a cottonmouth was coiled on the ground at the bottom of the step...apparently it was'nt seen until she was midway down...

Well mom did a perfect imitation of Mary Poppins...without the aide of an umbrella, mind you...and broke the Olympic Record for the Hop-Skip & Jump...

The scream alone was enough to make the snake crap...

Did you ever wonder what snake schitz looks like...well, let me tell you....

Or the time mom was boiling cabbage on the stove and found a baby garter snake floating on the top...I was blamed for that stunt...although, even I couldn't have thunk that one up...

Another pan thrown out the back door...:laughing7:
 

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Haircuts, sure: "Flat top and DA" for $0.25 then they raised the price to $0.50 and I let it grow out; could no longer afford the every 2-3 weeks cut.
Don.....
I made money on the 25 cent haircuts at the one chair 'dago'barbershop . Get there early on a Friday afternoon when the coal miners had cashed their pay checks and were 'flush' and in a hurry to get spiffed up for their weekend .

> First come/first served 1 chair barber shop in a coal camp :laughing7: With horny miners that didn't have time to wait on some peckerheaded kid to get his hair cut and would buy his spot for as much as a dollar .

>RIP Dominic Munchin /barber and business man that helped me 'sell my chair' all afternoon on haircut day for ten percent Knowing that my Dad wouldn't get there for his free hair cut until about 6pm.
 

lots a cook where out the door your parents must have spent a killing on replacments,,,,
 

Truck....you were a regular scam artist...:laughing7:
 

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Wow, I feel younger now. I am in my mid 60's and still active. I remember some of that from my boyhood, but I don't long for much of the good old days. I love computers, the internet, cuban cigars or Arturo Fuente Opus X's, cable TV with more channels than there are people in many small towns, fast food, higher wages, malls, imported beers, and I have gotten used to chicks with tramp stamps, pictures or messages on their butts or elsewhere and even the piercings in places where I figured somebody had to hold them down to get the job done. God is great, beer is good and people are crazy...a seasoned historian...
 

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Wow, I feel younger now. I am in my mid 60's and still active. I remember some of that from my boyhood, but I don't long for much of the good old days. I love computers, the internet, cuban cigars or Arturo Fuente Opus X's, cable TV with more channels than there are people in many small towns, fast food, higher wages, malls, imported beers, and I have gotten used to chicks with tramp stamps, pictures or messages on their butts or elsewhere and even the piercings in places where I figured somebody had to hold them down to get the job done. God is great, beer is good and people are crazy...a seasoned historian...

The ole days, were a part of lifes experiences, in a place a long time ago...

They should be remembered and told to our children and grandchildren...

Maybe written down or recorded on tape...
 

The ole days, were a part of lifes experiences, in a place a long time ago...

They should be remembered and told to our children and grandchildren...

Maybe written down or recorded on tape...

You should check out the Jackass Movies!!!
 

I kind of remember when a lid wasn't a hat :laughing9:
 

all metal wagons rolling down big hills hitting a rock and tumble down with bruses an skined knees and going back up and doing it again
 

i miss the long neck glass soda bottle machines .50cent for coke etc.....................
 

There was a time when we got $0.25 for an allowance....spend a dime for a movie, a nickel for a candy bar, a nickel for popcorn, and another nickel for an Royal Crown Cola (RC) on the walk home...the RC was 12 ounces and a Coca Cola was 8 ozs...made every penny count...

Even got 2 cents back for returns...
 

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