Going through some old junk, I found a bottle stamped
New Decatur, Alabama. Don't recall ever hearing it called that so I must not be as old as I feel. ha
Do remember the book mobile and clackers (anyone else remember the bruised wrist from playing with them).
I've heard of New Decatur...guess that means i'm older than you ?
I remember:
DF's beagle, "Charlie", that was the ambassador for happiness and goodwill in downtown Sheffield for years.
Going to the old ice plant on the riverfront in Sheffield and bumming chips of ice to suck on in the hot summertime.
The fish market, the marina, and two or three other piers on the riverfront in Sheffield.
Getting fantastic chocolate malts at the Sheffield Pharmacy.
Getting the first pocket knife that I ever bought myself, at Timberlake's Hardware.
Going to Roger's in Florence when they had a guy that ran the elevator for you.
Having a paper route when the "Tri-Cities Daily" cost 64 cents a week.
DF's beagle, "Charlie", that was the ambassador for happiness and goodwill in downtown Sheffield for years.
Going to the old ice plant on the riverfront in Sheffield and bumming chips of ice to suck on in the hot summertime.
The fish market, the marina, and two or three other piers on the riverfront in Sheffield.
Getting fantastic chocolate malts at the Sheffield Pharmacy.
Getting the first pocket knife that I ever bought myself, at Timberlake's Hardware.
Going to Roger's in Florence when they had a guy that ran the elevator for you.
Having a paper route when the "Tri-Cities Daily" cost 64 cents a week.
I forgot one.... (unfortunately something that's becoming more frequent nowadays),
I remember going to Stultz's beer store on "The Line", because they didn't check ID's.... (If you could reach the counter, I think they'd sell it to you.)
I remember going to Stultz's beer store on "The Line", because they didn't check ID's.... (If you could reach the counter, I think they'd sell it to you.)
quote:Originally posted by Justasking:
correction: it was Tri-Cities Daily maybe...I don't know...I said I'm old didn't I????
You were right the first time.
Florence Times/Tri-Cities Daily. I think it might have changed later to just the Tri-Cities, but I don't remember.
I'm so old that...
I remember getting the cardboard moon landing module models at the gas station.
I remember the original "Herbie the Love Bug" at the Shoals Theatre, and people standing in line down the block to see it. Saw lots of good films there.
Mislidja- I DO remember the book mobile and clackers (ouch!)
I remember Grants Plaza and TG&Y
I remember when Trowbridges was the ONLY place to get icecream.
I remember when Kay's and The Bootery were downtown and across the street from each other.
I remember when Subway on Court St. was a little Mom & Pop restaurant.
I remember when the Compass Bank on Court Street was a gas station owned by Alvin & Osteen Darby.
I remember when Suntrust was First National Bank of Florence and was locally owned and operated.
I remember getting the cardboard moon landing module models at the gas station.
I remember the original "Herbie the Love Bug" at the Shoals Theatre, and people standing in line down the block to see it. Saw lots of good films there.
Mislidja- I DO remember the book mobile and clackers (ouch!)
I remember Grants Plaza and TG&Y
I remember when Trowbridges was the ONLY place to get icecream.
I remember when Kay's and The Bootery were downtown and across the street from each other.
I remember when Subway on Court St. was a little Mom & Pop restaurant.
I remember when the Compass Bank on Court Street was a gas station owned by Alvin & Osteen Darby.
I remember when Suntrust was First National Bank of Florence and was locally owned and operated.
Crawdad,
I remember going to that store on The Line with you once. We weren't quite adults yet.
You saw an adult neighbor of yours and freaked out, thinking you were going to be busted. This was before we knew about the "Non Recognition" protocol of those places. Seems pretty funny, looking back on it.
Good to see you here!
DF
I remember going to that store on The Line with you once. We weren't quite adults yet.
You saw an adult neighbor of yours and freaked out, thinking you were going to be busted. This was before we knew about the "Non Recognition" protocol of those places. Seems pretty funny, looking back on it.
Good to see you here!
DF
I remember when channel 15 was an NBC affiliate and aired news at 6:30 and 10 on weeknights. My first job in TV was running the ancient teleprompter. It was a conveyor belt with a camera above it. I would take the script and tape it together, then run it underneath the camera.
Probably best job I ever had. I would work master control on the weekends late at night. I'd bring a hockey goal with me and set it up in the parking lot. During infomercials, I'd skate around and take shots for 20 minutes at a time then go back and change tapes.
Probably best job I ever had. I would work master control on the weekends late at night. I'd bring a hockey goal with me and set it up in the parking lot. During infomercials, I'd skate around and take shots for 20 minutes at a time then go back and change tapes.
I'm so1 old...that I can't remember anything!
quote:Originally posted by DeepFat:
Crawdad,
I remember going to that store on The Line with you once. We weren't quite adults yet.
You saw an adult neighbor of yours and freaked out, thinking you were going to be busted. This was before we knew about the "Non Recognition" protocol of those places. Seems pretty funny, looking back on it.
Good to see you here!
DF
LOL!! I had forgotten about that incident!! Is that the one where we had sneaked off in Granny's car and the battery cables or something shorted out and smoke started coming out from behind the dashboard and from under the hood?
It really is GREAT to cross paths with you again! And this is a really good forum to keep up with things in the Shoals area.
Crawdad
Heck, it might have been. Seems you seldom borrowed a car you didn't break.
Remember that night we got my dad's truck stuck in the mud in McFarland Bottoms, after dove hunting?
DF
Remember that night we got my dad's truck stuck in the mud in McFarland Bottoms, after dove hunting?
DF
Dang! I guess I was pretty hard on vehicles. I know you were with me when I ripped the motor mounts and fan shroud out of my dad's truck at the Rivermont tennis courts.... "I broke the truck!!!!", spoken in abject terror.
And, yes, I remember that night getting stuck in McFarland Bottoms, and the drunk we ran into on the way out.
And I also remember taking a nice refreshing swim in the river in February to retrieve that luxury watercraft, the "Deceitful Turkey", that y'all had.
And, yes, I remember that night getting stuck in McFarland Bottoms, and the drunk we ran into on the way out.
And I also remember taking a nice refreshing swim in the river in February to retrieve that luxury watercraft, the "Deceitful Turkey", that y'all had.
quote:Originally posted by mislidja:
Do remember the book mobile and clackers (anyone else remember the bruised wrist from playing with them).
My mom took away my clackers after I busted my hand for about the third time.
I thought I was old...until this friend of mine took the clean clothes out of the dryer, placed them in the laundry basket...put the other basket on the table to fold them , realizing the ones "they" were folding were dirty... started looking for the clean ones "they" had taken out of the dryer.. 
"they" had put them BACK in the washer...but they got clean ! lol
"they" had put them BACK in the washer...but they got clean ! lol
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Deepfat and Crawdad...you guys need to get a room, lol
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Deepfat and Crawdad...you guys need to get a room, lol
OK, lynn, but you have to meet us there. Bring beer.
DF
DF
quote:Originally posted by DeepFat:
OK, lynn, but you have to meet us there. Bring beer.
DF
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Lol..can I bring a camera, too??
Uh oh. Look what we've started.
Was gonna say that I'd bring the Wesson Oil, but that would be just toooo tacky....
Was gonna say that I'd bring the Wesson Oil, but that would be just toooo tacky....
Crawdad, just realized you are new & I hadn't welcomed you. WELCOME! Any friend of DF's is a friend of mine and all my friends send me chocolate (that's just a FYI for future reference - PM me for the address ).
Now back to your regularly scheduled program...
I am so old that the disc in my disco slipped.
).Now back to your regularly scheduled program...
I am so old that the disc in my disco slipped.
All I'm saying, Joy, is don't lend Crawdad your car.
DF
DF
I'm so old that they used to give me mercury to play with. Really.
quote:Originally posted by flashbridge:
I'm so old that they used to give me mercury to play with. Really.
you, too?
Me too! I guess that explains a lot lol
quote:Originally posted by Justasking:
Me too! I guess that explains a lot lol
a friend mentioned the other night that he played with mercury as a child and he used the same words as you ...."that explains a lot"...lol
I remember playing with mercury as a kid. The heavy, liquid metal was pretty fascinating as it rolled around in my hands.
My dad supervised, and made it very clear that it was poison, not to be drunk. Somehow, I survived.
I think the over-protectiveness we, as a society, enforce on our kids robs them of a certain curiosity about the natural world. It's often dangerous, but with proper supervision, controllable.
I played with fire, fireworks, dangerous animals, knives, BB guns, and all sorts of things that might get parents arrested these days. All my friends did, too. Seems kids these days can't play with anything sharper than a soccer ball.
Kids should build go carts, and bleed when the wrenches slip off salvaged bolts. They should build model rockets that explode from time to time, and they should run their bicycles downhill too fast. They should build and constantly repair treehouses of dubious structural integrity. We should help and advise them how not to get into real trouble, but they should get into some.
I'm not pining for the "good old days" of my youth. In many ways, today's kids have it much better, and good for them. In other ways, they don't.
DF
My dad supervised, and made it very clear that it was poison, not to be drunk. Somehow, I survived.
I think the over-protectiveness we, as a society, enforce on our kids robs them of a certain curiosity about the natural world. It's often dangerous, but with proper supervision, controllable.
I played with fire, fireworks, dangerous animals, knives, BB guns, and all sorts of things that might get parents arrested these days. All my friends did, too. Seems kids these days can't play with anything sharper than a soccer ball.
Kids should build go carts, and bleed when the wrenches slip off salvaged bolts. They should build model rockets that explode from time to time, and they should run their bicycles downhill too fast. They should build and constantly repair treehouses of dubious structural integrity. We should help and advise them how not to get into real trouble, but they should get into some.
I'm not pining for the "good old days" of my youth. In many ways, today's kids have it much better, and good for them. In other ways, they don't.
DF
Good post, DF.
growing up there was a certain pride in pointing to a scab or scar (or stitches!) and bragging "I got that when i..."
growing up there was a certain pride in pointing to a scab or scar (or stitches!) and bragging "I got that when i..."
quote:Originally posted by *PuckerupFrog*:
Good post, DF.
growing up there was a certain pride in pointing to a scab or scar (or stitches!) and bragging "I got that when i..."
...jumped off a skateboard while accelerating downhill close to the speed of light towards oncoming traffic. The hole in my knee wasn't what got me in trouble. It was the hole in my new jeans that made Mother lose it. I'd never been on a skateboard before - one of those "wow, that looks like fun" moments followed by "hmm, reckon how you stop?". LOLquote:Originally posted by _Joy_:quote:Originally posted by *PuckerupFrog*:
Good post, DF.
growing up there was a certain pride in pointing to a scab or scar (or stitches!) and bragging "I got that when i..."
I still have the scar from a bicycle wreck when I was a kid.
Fell out of trees so many times it's a wonder I didn't have broken bones! LOL quote:Originally posted by autumn1964:quote:Originally posted by _Joy_:quote:Originally posted by *PuckerupFrog*:
Good post, DF.
growing up there was a certain pride in pointing to a scab or scar (or stitches!) and bragging "I got that when i..."
I still have the scar from a bicycle wreck when I was a kid.
I still have a few of my "fell out the tree" scars...a lot have faded through the years, but not the memories!
I also have the skateboard and roller skate scars along with a few bailing out of the swing when it's at the highest point scars.....for a split second i felt like i was flying!...but landing was a *****.
for the females....i'm so old i remember shaving my legs with double edge razor blades.
that was also good for a few scars....lol
that was also good for a few scars....lol
i'm so old i can whistle the theme music to 'gomer pyle, usmc'.
i played with mercury, too. and i was a total firebug as a kid. i got several whippings for playing with matches. and i remember jumping over a rattlesnake once in the woods. yikes!
i played with mercury, too. and i was a total firebug as a kid. i got several whippings for playing with matches. and i remember jumping over a rattlesnake once in the woods. yikes!