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Older Than Dirt Quiz :
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> Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about.
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> 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 on the telephone
> 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... [if you were fortunate])
> 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
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> 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!

got 22 out of 25 iam older than dirt, brings back the good old days

19 outta 25 for me.

DQ

25 out of 25..older than rocks

25 out of 25 makes me older than dirt!

25 out of 25 makes me about average age for this group!

19 - same as my iq and the age of my girlfriend -- ha ha I wish!

22 outa 25....Candy cigs n flash bulbs now thats a flash back to good times..BH

15 yeah baby! I'm still a youngster, woo hoo!

JD

Got 25 of 25 I am older than the dirt in my bilge, I am now a medicare card carrying baby boomer. A loaf of wonder bread was 25 Cents, gasoline was 17 for regular and my boat cost 15,895.00 brand new in 1961, and I bought a 1968 Plymouth Road Runner with a Hemi and a 411 Hurth four speed for $3,200. right off the show room floor in August of 1968, traded in a 1965 Mustang convertible with a 3 speed 6 got $1,800 on the trade -in so the Road Runner cost me $1,400. Beep Beep your ass.

ahh pete 68 road runner with hemi, now that was a beast, loved that car, i had the 72 challenger with the 340 wish i still had it

Charlie,
I wish I had kept that car, but I used up a set of rear tires trying to get my wife to learn how to drive it, the clutch was so stiff that even I had trouble pushing it down. That car is now worth over 125K the last time I watched one of the TV car auctions. Should have used it as an IRA but hind sight is you know what. Dark green with black vinyl top, tan interior, bench seat, no air, crank down windows and a built-in 8 track.
Pete

sound like the same set up my friend had, we put 4 engines in her, after the hemi blew 3 440s and finally a 383, thos were the days of musele cars

all 25......AND....i sat in the peanut gallery. if you are old enough you will know what that means.

I am to old. I thought I would not get some.

Actually, all 25 put a smile on my face. Also the sounds of a rotary phone dialing, a typewriter, a malted milk machine were not so long ago either.

23 for me

I don't remember Blackjack Chewing Gum or Mimeograph Paper.

One thing not listed......my uncle had a Zenith remote control TV. The remote control was nothing but a tuning fork inside a plastic box. Press a button (there were only 4....one for on/off and three for channels)

One evening my uncle dropped his car keys on the floor and the TV changed channels.....could never get it to do it a gain.

hb

a rotary phone? ours had no means of dialing. you spoke to the operator "number please"...i had a party line as late as 72. oh right...you're older than me!

Speaking of the rotary phone. Just think...most homes only had ONE phone in the home back then.

Now with the cell phone of today, most of the home phones have become obsolite.

DQ

Who remembers Vaccuum operated windshield wiper motors in automobiles......step on the gas and the wipers stop.

How bout Falstaff Beer........

hb

I too watched black & white TV, rode my bike without a helmet, made my skateboard from old skates with metal wheels and drank water from a garden hose .... and I called my parents friends Mr & Mrs and knew that if they saw me screwing up, it was a matter of time before Mom & Dad would be smacking my butt !
.....and parents back then addressed the misbehaviour wherever the incident occured (this gets parents arrested today, maybe why we have some of the problems that we do)

Harry,

How bout Falstaff Beer........

I have drank that before, it's about as bad as a PBR.

Bertramp,

Today it's called time out, instead of getting your butt whipped on the spot.

DQ

Hose water! That brings back nightmares. Nasty even as a kid!
If my parent's friends or our neighbors or any adult for that matter saw me screwing up (a relatively frequent occurrence) they were likely to correct that behavior then and there. Today the parents are just as likely to be the screw ups! We have lost our social conscience. Damn, whee did that come from?
I love those infrequent emails that start out, "If you are graduating from high school this year you lived without . . .
Damn, I feel old. Think I'll jump on my Schwinn and go for a ride, right after I do my chores.

The old bag that used to listen to me chatting with the girlfriend on the party line.

DQ Pabst Blue Ribbon is good for boiling Bratwurst along with an onion and some bayleaves. A headache in every can................

It all started post war when there suddenly appeared "child psychologists" that never existed before, who suddenly decided they would "help" the new children of veterans to become more prepared for the modern world. Our parents laughed at them...but they won, and we're dealing with the fruits of their labors ever since.

my childhood is unimaginable today. from the age of 4 or 5 we were on our own after school till dinner. we had a secret hideout deep in the woods and our parents had no idea where we were. we went to the bay and went swimming and we were the only ones there. after about third grade we played sports every day after school all year long. no parents, no coaches, no adults. no organization, our rules....FUN. same deal....just be home for dinner. forget bike helmets...i rode a motorcycle without one for years.

Interesting point Randall. Reminded me that pre-Little League, playing sandlot ball was fun. Once adults got involved, it became work and stressful. Watching parents at those games (they never came to ours) is scary. Seems we can't let kids be kids any more. Same for street hockey. Once it got off the street and on to a rink is when it got dangerous.

Child phyiscologists are what the rich kids got to see, we just got the back of a hand.
Seems like only yesterday, now 60 years ago, fishing for mackeral off the peir with a Mitchel 300 on a bamboo rod, double spreader rig drop line for flounders.
The largest outboard was a 25 hp and gas at the marina was 30 cents.
Working as a stern man on a lobster boat from 5:00 AM to 2:00 PM for 2 bucks an hour.
No fiberglass boats, just beautiful lined, wood Elco's, Chris Craft Sea skiffs, Richarsons, Matthews, Rybovich 30 to the largest at 40', Graves 45' custom built yacths for the rich and wood Butler built prams. Those were the days. Craftsmanship and nice lines went out of style in the early 80's.
I grew up watching wooden sailboats being hand planked at Graves yard in Marblehead and the local lobstermen making there own wooden traps in the winter.
No loran, GPS, depth finders, just a chart, a compass, pair of dividers, parallel rules and a watch. I still have a leadline from the early 30's.
Now I'm really feeling old. Where did I leave my car keys?
Pete

It's funny, but in many cases, all it took was "that look" and you KNEW that you'd better straighten up!
As for hockey... my son played at a skating rink in upscale Dix Hills. The parents fought more than the kids did. I remember laughing and thinking "that partner in the law firm is gonna feel awfully silly on Monday explaining to his associates how & where he got that shiner"

13 out of 25. Phew!

Or I have forgotten a lot already...

Kids today have no idea of what fun is. But you know, we grew up in a simpler world.

Never heard of a pedophil until I was an adult. Parents never worried about us. Told us to stay out of the woods but who listened. In the warmer weather we played ball every day. In the park, in the street it did not matter.

Rode my bike when I was 12 with another friend about 5 miles one way every day just to go fishing at the resevoir. No one ever bothered us.

Go figure. Too many nuts around today, because parents did not smack them when they were kids. Hit your kid today and DYFS is at your door.

My good friends brother still laughs about the time his father beet the snot out of him because he answered a nun back. Last time he ever did that.

Try that today. That is the problem.

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Older Than Dirt Quiz

Older Than Dirt Quiz