In the 40's and early 50's that's where the starter was on some! My grandfather had a Chevy like that.
Fords had ignition key on the left side of the dashboard in the 50's and early 60's.

How about the fun of running in the smoke created by the mosquito truck spraying DDT? Why aren't we all dead from that? :shocked:

Remember when all clocks had hands?

To those who insist on posting negative memories. Remember one of the keys to true happiness:

Selective Memory



Jim

My parents got married in 1957...last week would have been their 55th wedding anniversary. My mother's employer did not want married woman working in the office. So the policy in 1957 at this company for new married female office employees was...quit or transfer to the second shift which meant working from 3:00 p.m. to 11:00 p.m. Since most newly married woman in 1957 did not want to work second shift, most of them resigned from this company shortly after getting married. When my mother told me about this when I was a teenager in the 1970's I was amazed that women put up with this. Times have certainly changed -- the company I work for sends female employees all over the world to visit customers; about the only places female employees are not sent to visit are to customers in the conservative Muslim countries where woman are treated like second class citizens.

All the delivery men
 

The coal man
The milk man
the bread man
the tea man


Then service men
the rag man
the knife sharpener
the post man
the paper boy
the ice man - loved the horses

So many memories---Thanks Gracie


LW888

We had lots of good times back "then"
 

My "little" brother is 9 years younger than me. He and I remark often that we had such fun being kids!

Remember playing Ghost In The Graveyard, Kick The Can, Swinging Statues, Four Square, and Hopscotch?

When you wanted a friend to come out and play you sat on the front porch steps and called their name. "Oh, C-a-r-o-l".

Saturday matinees at our neighborhood theater:
Admission: 25 cents for a double feature including cartoons.
Popcorn: 10 cents a bag.
Sodas: 20 cents and were dispensed from those machines that dropped the cup down behind that plastic door and filled it. How come on the few occasions that I had the money for one it was out of cups and the drain got my drink?

Candy (in the jewelry case): 6 and 11 cents.

Ushers walked around with flashlights to make sure that the crowd wasn't up to any mischief! :a040:

Sorry to have made you uncomfortable, but the purpose of my negative memories was intended to be in the spirit of " I'm glad my grand kids (or us today) won't have to live through these memories". Some of the bad is past and the present and future is good. My glass is not half empty; it is 98% full.

As for selective memory, I believe that one of the best ways of judging progress and success is by watching how far we have progressed from the starting point.

Selective memory is for the politicians.

Memories
 

Any of my fellow long-ago St. Louisans here? All these are strictly local:

Prom Magazine?

Eagle Stamps?

Texas Bruce and the Wranglers Club?

The Browns and Cardinals sharing the old Sportsmen's Park/Busch Stadium at Grand & Dodier?

Bob Kuban and the In Men?

The Veiled Prophet?

Joe Mizerany and later his nephew Steve Mizerany doing their own wacky TV commercials for their appliance store?

Club Imperial and its longtime house act, Ike and Tina Turner?

Johnny Rabbit?

Corkball, played in a cage behind a tavern?

The Hill?

The Admiral?

Grant's Farm?

The Muny?

Wrestling at the Chase?

And, of course, all the things that were just local versions of what youngsters of that time in every American city can remember.

Had to be home when the church bells rang(5pm).
A gallon of milk had the cream on top.
Getting coal delivered at home and helping shovel coal into the furnace.
Barbers sharpening their razor with razor straps.
Saturday night bath and doing your Sunday School lesson.
Always leaving the house unlocked.

I remember riding my bike to the local airport. As long as we were polite, no one minded us walking out on the tarmack and looking at the planes. Try that today and see how far you get! I used to love to watch the old propeller airliners starting their big radial engines which would belch huge amounts of smoke and flames when they started. A man with a fire extinguisher was always standing by.

Sorry to monopolize this thread..
 

Chipper said "Had to be home when the church bells rang(5pm)".

Oh, I thought of that last night! Thought that it was only in our neighborhood!

There was a time, up until perhaps the early 70's, when you were allowed to go to an observation deck atop any terminal at JFK Airport in NYC. That was a popular Sunday afternoon activity for me and some friends, especially one whose father was a mechanic for American Airlines.

Watching the planes take off and land, and smelling that jet fuel.......

Those days are LONG gone.

Great memories
 

"Saturday matinees at our neighborhood theater:
Admission: 25 cents for a double feature including cartoons"

As a bonus we'd get a dinner plate!

Wearing hats or veils and white gloves to church
My first car was a Chrysler, had a push button transmission and no seat belts
Driving to FL via Rt. 1, no 91 or 95 in those days
Wringer wash machines and clothes lines
Having your entire family living in the within 10 miles of each other
A neighborhood truck peddling fresh fruits and vegetables every Sat. morning
Our first airconditioner consisted of a metal box with a fan inserted in the window with a block of ice in it : /
Switchboard operators
Typing and steno pools

So many of these memories are the same as mine but things I haven't thought about in many years.

My dad used to give me a quarter to get my hair cut (buzzed off) at the barber. I would give him the quarter and he would give me a nickel back so I could walk down the street to the pharmacy that had a lunch counter and get an ice cream cone.