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I'm soooo old...

I remember going to the drive in picture show in Muscle Shoals, in my pajamas, to see Don Knotts in The Ghost and Mr. Chicken...and falling asleep in the back seat of the station wagon Smiler

I remember it was a huge right of passage for your mother to allow you to stand in the grass median of Woodward Avenue to watch the homecoming parade go by (you got more candy in the median strip because there was less competition Wink)

I remember when the McDonald's on Woodward was a walk-up only with the hard metal umbrella tables out front.

I remember going to Woolco with my grandfather (it's where the call center is now)

I remember in the summertime, our mothers would give us a quarter so we could walk (by ourselves) to the Rexall Drug on Woodward and we could buy an entire paper bag full of candy for that 25 cents.

I remember playing at the "sink hole" at the entrance to Gattman Park in Muscle Shoals. There was a big tree with vines growing off it and we'd dare each other to swing across the big hole. There are houses there now and the "sink hole" is filled in.

I attended Muscle Shoals State Technical College long before it was called Northwest Shoals.

I remember going to the skating rink in Muscle Shoals every Friday and Saturday night and on Sunday afternoons after church. I remember doing the "shoot the duck" to the song Disco Duck and doing the limbo on skates. <sigh> It's a furniture store now.

I remember taking my VW Rabbit for service at the VW dealership next to the Honda dealership in Florence.

I remember when Funland opened and you had to wait in a long line to ride the water slide.

I remember attending a televised birthday party at the WOWL studios in Florence. It was a kids show that showed cartoons. All the birthday party kids sat on bleachers in front of REALLY hot lights and really big cameras. I remember my mother had me dressed in white tights, black patent Mary Janes and a red wool dress. I thought I would die from the heat.


Darn...<sniff>...I AM old...but what a fantastic journey down memory lane Big Grin
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Originally posted by lynnblount:
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I heard somewhere that lynnblount is so old, there is dinosaur crap on her birth certificate!

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You mean that stone tablet with my birth date chiseled into it??
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I heard Maggie is so old, it was the worlds newest profession when she became a working girl.
Ha-ha....love ya chick!!!
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Shoot!!! I've got nothing!! I KNOW I'm much funnier than this!! LMAO!!
I'm so old...

...that some kid says to me "that's tight" and I thought he was talking about my jeans.

...that the current top 20 countdown makes me want to cover my ears & ALL of my favorite rock songs are categorized as "oldies".

...that our favorite place to go on a Friday night is Books-a-million for good books and a tall mocha.

...that I can be me.

...that I know what matters most.

...that a cartwheel would put me in traction.
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Ed@Bama: I heard you're so old that when you walked into an antique store they tried to keep you and sell you.
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Bill Gray: I heard you're so old that you have an autographed copy of the bible.
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Har-har-haar!!! Big Grin
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Well, it was more of a "carved in stone" autograph.

But, then, I do remember when MacDonalds hamburgers were only 18 cents -- and fries a nickel. This was 1958 when I first came to California -- and there were no other fast food places.

But, let's go back a wee bit further: I remember when a quarter would get me: into the Ritz Theatre for a Saturday double feature -- and I had fifteen cents left over for a box of popcorn and a box of Raisinettes. As Bob Hope always sang, "Thanks for the memories. . ."

God bless, have a wonderful, blessed day,

Bill

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Maggie is so old, she drove a chariot to high school.

Bill is so old, he walked into an antique store and they kept him.

PuckerUpFrog is so old, she used to baby-sit Yoda.

Ed is so old, he DJ'd at the Boston Tea Party.

GoFish is so old, he was a waiter at the Last Supper.

Lynn is so old, she took her drivers test on a dinosaur.

hippiegirl is so old, she knew Burger King while he was still a Prince.

DeepFat is so old , when he was in school there was no history class.

Top Down Beemer is so old, her memory is in black and white.

I love old people. <hee, hee>
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Originally posted by hoss gal:
mother used to make us take a nap when dark shadows came on.

i remember when southern sash was the only thing at the intersection on cox creek and hwy 72.

and when the field in front of bradshaw was a cow pasture. in fact, most everything around bradshaw as a cow pasture...


My grandmother worked at Southern Sash for years. She got the call I was born when she worked there.
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Great Things About Getting Older

Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.

Kidnappers are not very interested in you.

Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember them either.

Your supply of brain cells is finally down to a manageable size.

Your eyes won't get much worse.

Adult diapers are actually kind of convenient.

Things you buy now won't wear out.

No one expects you to run into a burning building..

There's nothing left to learn the hard way.

Your joints are more accurate than the National Weather Service.

In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first.
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Originally posted by mislidja:
Does anyone else remember when the WOWL owl was in place? The eye color denoted traffic conditions.

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Wow, hadn't thought of that in years!

As I recall, it had a green light and red light.
If there had been a traffic fatality the red one would be turned on. No fatalities= green light.

Always thought that was rather morbid.
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Originally posted by hammersgirl06:
I remember when at McDoanlds you could get a
hamburger, fries, and a drink and get change back from
your dollar.

Anyone remember the tv show "My Mother the Car"

When MacDonald's was only in California -- and you could get a burger, fries, and a drink -- we got change back from fifty cents.

All that; and I am still a youngster!

God bless, have a wonderful, blessed day,

Bill
Hi Justasking,

You tell us, "I'm so old I remember when Tuscumbia had an ice plant close to the old swimming pool and Spring Park had Pea****s in the trees."

Boy, you are really bringing back sweet memories. My Uncle Ed built his home right next door to the old ice plant, on W. 7th Street between Indian and Water Streets. When my brother and I were kids we would hang around the ice plant and get ice chips.

And the Tuscumbia community swimming pool was just the other side of Uncle Ed's house -- just half a block to the corner, right on Water Street, and there was the swimming pool. That is where I learned to swim -- and finally became brave enough to jump off the top platform. I lived in that pool when I was about twelve years old.

Remember when Spring Park had the old sandstone tennis court pavilion? My cousin, Christine, used to play tennis there with her girl friend, Virginia, in the 1940s. And, when my brother and I were still in grade school, my cousins Eddie and Brent used to take my brother, me, and other kids to the park on Sunday afternoons to play tag football. I also used to dig worms in my Uncle Ed's back yard and go to the park with my cane fishing pole to fish on the steps of the lake. Don't recall every catching anything; but, I had fun.

So much of my childhood revolved around that neighborhood. The photo below was taken when I was 18, just back from Air Force Basic Training -- and ready to go see the world. Recognize the old Studebaker behind me? This was my uncle's back yard. Behind me was the ice plant; and I was looking toward the swimming pool.

In later years, my cousin, Christine, lived in a house just across the street by the cluster of trees over my left shoulder -- and my cousin, Brenda, still lives in that neighborhood. My Aunt Ola lived in that neighborhood, within two blocks, from the time I was about three years old until she passed away about fifteen years ago. When some folks plant roots; they stick. Often I have envied people whose family is rooted so firmly. I flew the coop at age seventeen; but, my roots are still in Tuscumbia and Sheffield. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Beautiful memories.

God bless, have a wonderful, blessed day,

Bill

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