Party line telephone service. It's how i found out my much older teenage cousin was seeing a married man!
We got milk at the door in Colorado 2001 - 2005. Local dairy. Best milk ever.The milkman coming to our house in a yellow box van with green and white graphics. Twin Pines Dairy. If we weren't home he'd leave the milk in an insulated box attached to the porch rail and cover it with ice.
I read somewhere that those rags were used to make asphalt shingles.I remember something few of you would.
The "Ragman" came for any old cloth. Think old rag coats, pants, towels. He paid a small amount. He had an old open flatbed truck with sides on the bed.
Also, the scrap iron/steel man would come around, ask what scrap metal you had to sell.
This was after the war. Speaking of war, I remember rationing, or not available because of the war. New tires did not exist.
There is a appliance and mower store in Grants Pass that's had a Maytag gasoline powered washing machine on display, it's in new condition, someone took very good care of it all those years.I remember when we got clothes washing machine. It was gasoline powered. My mother was pregnant and could not start the pull rope engine. I got that job.
Blame The Marshall Plan...Regular gas was 95 octane, Hi Test was 100 octane, and Sunoco Blue was 101 octane.
And the highest price was 31 cents per gallon.
I paid $300 for my 1956 Chevy Belair two door sedan, V-8, three speed with overdrive.
I sold it for $100 when I went to Vietnam.
Being 14 years old and buying 22LR and 12 gauge ammo at the 7-11.How about a gas station where you could get gas, beer, cheeseburgers, guns and ammo.
I could parallel park a 1974 Country Squire station wagon, those were the good ole days. 9 passengers . or more if you liked each other.I had many of the same memories.
Didn't recall seeing it so I'll add:
Riding in the station wagon. Wherever and however you wanted, never a seatbelt. And dear old dad mashing the brakes when we were bad, sending us all flying.
Continuing on phones, I remember ours, when you wanted to make a call, you lifted the receiver and somebody on the other end said: "Number please?".I remember when my grandparents farm house had a woodcooking stove, water well, kerosene lamps, and an outhouse. I also remember when they got electricity and telephone. The phone's party line was hilarious. You had to listen for your ring tone to answer the phone. I think my grandparents phone ring was two longs and a short.
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