It was just rocks and shells that hadn't broken down into tiny pieces yet.


I forget where I heard that one.

Some days I feel so old I wonder why I'm not in the Guinness Record Book.

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Huge radio in the Living room. (huge tubes inside) You asked the telephone operator for the number you wanted.
Milk with the cream on top, in glass bottles, delivered.
Everything was metal or bakelite (no plastic).
Push lawnmowers.

What you got?

people put their hands over their hearts when they sang the national anthem
women and men wore hats outdoors, women wore gloves when dressed up, even indoors

I lived in some very small rural towns and remember my Mom cooking on a wood stove, carrying in wood was a daily kid's chore.
and we used oil lamps at night because the community generator stopped when it got dark
and all we had was short wave radio which carried music to us on the West Coast from ..gasp..the Grand Ole Oprey.
Very faint and warbled, but still....I remember hearing that Eisenhower got elected via the short wave. (1952)

The fun of wood heat was we kids slept in small upstairs bedrooms, would wake to frost on the inside windows.
We all wore flannel pjs, and had lots of quilts, and you had to get dressed in the cold and then put the pjs under your pillow
( dunno why, it was a rule) when you made up your bed, and then go downstairs to wash up, to the sound of Mom clanking the wood stove into flames.
No one really commented on the fact the house was so damn cold till the stove warmed it up, and I remember even when we moved to houses that had oil heat, my Mom STILL turned the thermostat down to freezing at bedtime. Something about a fear of the a fire in the night, I think, tho I have no idea why.
She relaxed about the mid 1960's, and kept the house warm at night, but by that time I was grown and gone.
Somehow 2 adults and 2 kids managed to co-exist with one bathroom.

Get off my lawn, you young whippersnapper!

and various dinosaurs kept the weeds from getting overgrown.

It was great, you could bury these seed things, add water an it would grow food to feed people with. Repubs fought it tooth and nail.

Except when we confuse that with fine whine . . .

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McDonald%27s

History of McDonald's
The business began in 1940, with a restaurant opened by brothers Richard and Maurice McDonald at 1398 North E Street at West 14th Street in San Bernardino, California.


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arroyo_Seco_Parkway

The First Freeway
The Arroyo Seco Parkway, formerly known as the Pasadena Freeway, is the first freeway in the Western United States. It connects Los Angeles with Pasadena alongside the Arroyo Seco seasonal river. It is notable not only for being the first, mostly opened in 1940, but for representing the transitional phase between early parkways and modern freeways.



A recent thread about Disneyland celebrating it's 60th tripped me down memory lane.
I was 15.
One of my dads brothers had a 2 acre avocado farm right where the mountain is.
We made several trips there to uncle's from our home in Burbank and watched D'land and the mountain being built.
Uncle was paid handsomely and relocated close by what is now Knott's Berry Farm.

when he was just an ordinary seaman.

...from walking around while the Earth was still cooling.

The Byrds' version of Dylan's 'My Back Pages'...

dirt is 6000 years old. I am only as old as the dinosaurs Adam and Eve rode.

even the rainbows were in black and white.

eom

but definately older than most current "gizzmos".

( can I say that here ?)

It's nothing personal, I am actually quite fond President Lincoln..... it's just that I have always refused to vote Republican.

... those who were alive when the Dodgers were still in Brooklyn, and those who were not.

-- Mal

from: http://www.popsci.com/science/article/2009-12/just-how-old-dirt

I am pretty old and very boring

I own fossils of animals that used to be my house pets.

Or, to quote from "Gator Curator," like "Junior," the 125 year old talking giant alligator, told the 33 year old newly hired human museum naturalist: "you've barely hatched!"