Remember When
 

I am wondering what you remember growing up that the children today will probably never hear or see. I am thinking the sound of the dinner bell to call us home for lunch, or eaves dropping on your neighbor on a rotary dial party line phone. What say you?

I used to love listening in on the phone party line!!!! :1rotfl:

Having to physically get up to change the television station. :)

The milkman delivering.

I would get my gasoline tank filled, the oil changed, and a lubrication. Then they would give me my change -- $.50 from a $5.00 bill!!!

Bakery truck - Mom going out to see today's baked goods.

Frozen cream on top of milk left on the back porch step.

A real ice cream truck like Mr. Softee where you got cones, sundaes and banana splits...not popsicles.

The ice man delivering ice for ice boxes. :)

P.S. I know it's grammatically incorrect to use the same word in a sentence two or three times.

The egg man with farm fresh eggs and in the summer farm fresh produce he grew. Those were the days!!!!!!

This would be considered very dangerous in today's world:

A farm truck would pass our house with a load of peas, still in the pods and still attached to vines. We would stand by the side of the road and grab a vine as the truck passed, fresh peas were a great mid-afternoon snack. (We had already consumed all of the candy and soda allocated for that day.)

I remember a salesman selling shirts, sweaters out of the trunk of his car.

Gasoline at 19.9 cents/gal. I could fill up my VW Bug for $2!

Bill :)

I was raised in a small village of 600 people and have wonderful childhood memories. I remember calling the phone operator to ask for my girlfriend's number. And having the operator say "Anne isn't home, she is visiting Judy, do you want me to ring her there?"

At night we'd play outside games, like Red Light, Green Light, until it got dark and our mothers yelled for us to come home.

In the winter we'd get boxes from the local hardware store and use them to toboggan down the hills. Our noses would be running and our fingers would
be freezing, but we'd keep sliding down the hills until we were forced to go home.

The neighborhood candy store by your grammar school. Remember those strips of little dot candies and the bulls eyes?

with a pair of plyers!