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| | From:  Silken2004 (Original Message) | Sent: 6/17/2006 7:39 PM |
As I age, I notice that the "next generation" has changed the English language substantially. Did "we of the 60's" also do that? I think we are guilty of that too... I don't think our grandparents understood the beatnik lingo of the 50's... (Alright.. I just heard someone whisper "what the hell is a beatnik?")... or the hippy lingo of the 60's & 70's... What words do YOU remember that are no longer used? Are there some that you miss? Here's your thread for some nostalgic word-play.... |
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| | | From: n99girl | Sent: 6/19/2006 10:42 PM |
OMIGOD! I used to buy 2 packs of cigarettes for ONE DOLLAR! Geez - I'm old...........................! |
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I think it would be a reeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaalllllllllllyyyyyyyyyy good idea to end this thread NOW! Some of us are starting to feel....... uhm, uh, er,..... over 21.. let's say and leave it at that.... Cigarettes 2.00 a pack!!!!! How many of us swore we'd quit if it ever hit a buck???? When I QUIT drinking a case of 12 beers just barely hit the $3.00 mark and that included the deposit for the bottles!!!! You could go into a "beer palour" (sorry ladies, this was men's only territory. The lights were bright and the windows were covered to shroud the evil from the outside world) and order a bottle of beer for under a buck. The draft, 2 glasses for under 50 cents!! Hell, forget this... You caught me in a weak moment. I read Ldygamina's post and simply put, I say, "Bring back the mini skirts!!!!!" Wahoooooooooooooooooooooo!!! I wouldn't even mind the 5 bucks for a...., what the hell's that called?? Oh, yeah; a Smirnoff Ice. They didn't have "beer" like that when I was young! |
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Lol, this is a good thread. Thank you  |
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Sorry 4Pway, I agree with Pita... this is a rather "groovy thread"... Back in the 50's, that would have been a compliment on your outfit but I know you're too young to remember that! While yer licking yer chops over the miniskirt phase... a few more... 1. Cowabunga... The famous "warcwy of the gwoovy gwubworm; 2. Chatty Cathy dolls... have known a few people I wish had her string that hid in the back of her neck... When extended, she talked but when fully contracted, she finally shut up! 3. Easy Bake ovens... Designed for potential subservients but back then, there was a treat at the end... and sometimes, burned digits; 4. Geritol... the stuff that kept the old people from squeakin'... (HEY..that's US!  ); 5. Toni Home Perms... man, did they ever curl yer hair on your head AND in yer nose... WHEW! wutta stench wafted around us for days after one of those... 6. Hai Karate... Remember those commercials of a guy yelling "UCKY TUCKY!" as he split the boards with the side of his hands and all the women glowing over him... Later on, Wilma Flintstone did it even better... 7. Woodies... driven by "hip surfers"... now something completely different... 8. Teletype machines... I was still using them in the 80's when I first entered the office world... I remember being downright "intimidated"; 9. Paper dolls? Gawd it was a pain not tearing the tabs off when we pulled em out of the books they came in!; 10. Party telephone lines (Are you just about done? I need to make a call) or ... gulp...gulp... the big box on the wall with the lil microphone thingy that meant we could only talk on the phone if we were tall enough or could find a chair to stand on... 11. Pop coolers... with ice cold water... we slid the bottles along the rails, dragged it outta the machine and then found some dirty old towel hanging on the side of the machine to wipe the bottle dry? Amazing to think we THEN put that bottle up to our mouths... I hate to say it but I remember when cigarettes were $.35 a pack... I remember cuz that's the amount I had to try to swipe from Mom's purse... ahem... ... Hey Top... what did the "H" stand for in your Dad's "Jeezus H. Christ"... MY Dad used to say that all the time and I never did know! Hope this makes you smile as it does me... Luv, Silken |
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Ok was peruzing and found one i couldn resist... just cuz its a lesser known fact... But indeed the H in Jeezus H Christ reffers to Jesus's middle name,... Horatio... In part i am astounded that no one else knew that gem of history... anyhow take care folks. |
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Hi Silken, Well, how shall I put this? To this day I am not sure what the "H" stood for. Dad is gone now so no way of asking him. Now your probably thinking, why would I let a great mystery of the world like that, slip through my mechanically inclined fingers? Well, generally, when he was blowing up and expressing his verbal tyrade, it was ME that he was directing it at. Therefore, I didn't think, (well that's generally what got me in shit in the first place but I digress) that it would be within my best interest health wise or for fear of further tongue lashing, that I ask him what it meant. I just tried to survive the moment unscathed, then headed for the hills! The hills generally being MOMMY! Sorry great one, I dropped the ball on this one....any takers? The Topster |
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1. Saddle oxfords 2. Another great expressive word that my mom and dad used: "Oh for crying in the soup" 3. The talking Barbie,Nancy and Stacey Barbie dolls 4. My sister had the Tina Louise Barbie 5. Thumbellina doll 6. Tippy Toes doll: she rode a little tricycle,pony or hold on to her fingers and she walked 7. Moon/ bubble jeans by Vidal Sassoon 8. Boss Blue Wide leg jeans by GWG 9. Any clothing or foot wear with Land Lubber on it 10. Bloomers |
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HORATIO??? HORATIO??? OMG!!!  ONLY Ratsolo could have come up with "Horatio"... So tell us Ratsolo... did that background in theology qualify you to earn money when you wrote "The Da Vinci Code?" Horatio... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... LOL.... 
Ratsolo's morning... You only do this cuz it feels good when you stop,,, right Son? (Silken shakes her head wondering wut Ratly is gonna come up with next... LMAO!) |
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Thanks for trying to answer my question Toppers... Contrary to Ratsolo's um... research... when I think of my parents using that term, I think now that the "H" was meant to be their redemption for "taking the Lord's name in vain"... Just so they could say... on the off-chance He heard them... "Hey you KNOW you have no "H" in your name so you KNOW I wasn't using YOUR name bad... c'mon... I really wasn't... YOUR name isn't "Horatio"... c'mon... you gotta believe us!" and so on... That's MY theory... course as you can see, Da Vinci down the road a piece has ANOTHER theory... Bout that Mommy thing Toppers... you wanna talk about it? Hmmm???  ... Your "always willin' to lissen" buddy, Silken |
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Bloomers...hah... I DID manage to miss THAT experience... But what I didn't escape from was those damn rubber girdles with the snaps for nylons that left big gouges on both sides of each leg and literally cut your body in half if you tried to bend over!!! I remember when I was 11, I was singing at a concert and my Mother decided I should wear nylons with the skirt suit I was wearing... I fought like a she-cat to get her to back off with them but still ended up leaving the house with the frigging things on... Fooled her tho'... the neighborhood convenience store had a lady's room where I took them off and stuffed them in my purse... Was doing okay too til I looked down during my song and saw her seated close enough to the stage to be able to tell I wasn't wearing the nylons... Oops!!! Spent all of my week's grounding in my room trying to get my SILVER eyeshadow to look right with the WHITE highlighter of those years... BLECH! |
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Found this and thought it was quite appropriate to our "walk down Memory Lane": TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED
The 1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.
And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?! |
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 Pedal car - My pedal car.. sigh. I loved my pedal car. Of course, so did every kid in the neighbourhood. My dad spent more time retrieving that car than he did working at his job. Especially the German kid from down the street. He was forever stealing my pedal car. That car. All metal, beautiful red. My mother never had to look for me. Just look for the red thing with the kid in it, somewhere up or down the street and there it would be. Of course, as mentioned earlier, the kid in it usually wasn't me, but I was usually lurking nearby, either looking for my beloved car, or in someone's yard, checking out their yard toys to see what I could remove as conpensate for the use of my wonderful pedal car. And we aren't talking modern technology. This baby was all metal. There are Peterbuilts of this modern era that aren't as solid as that baby. If I was racing down the street and lost control and hit a building or fence, the damage was to the target, not the bullet. And move!!!??? The cars on the street barely kept up with me. (or so I figured) Of course, in that day and time, my pedal car was one of the most reliable vehicles on the road. No batteries to die. No oil to change. No tires to go flat. (I will leave these alone. My father has been gone many years and when I go to the cemetary on Father's Day, I am careful not to mention cars, at all, because then I am certain I can hear the sound of grinding teeth somewhere nearby. Anyway, this was a nostalgia thing. Bottom line; even toys aren't made like they use to be. I am pretty certain that the company that made my car went bankrupt. Their product was too good and lasted too long. Wish my Merc was built like that baby. You know something; I haven't seen that car in years. I'll bet that German kid still has it!!! J  |
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BTW. I think Jesus middle name is Herbert. J |
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