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Nostalgia
pwillie
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....riding home this afternoon,coming from the hunting camp,I turned on Sirius Radio! Out pops some '60's "rock".....man,was that a memory boost! Chuck Berry,Elvis,CCR Aretha,and B.B.......those were the days...now its "Boom" Blam,Bang Whop,Ugh!! Love my Serious Sirius! Beautiful day,low 80's....lite NW wind.....paradise....
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'66-'77
I remember the first time I heard In a Godda Davida, (Iron Butterfly) on the radio. All 17 minutes. They played killer stuff from about midnight to 2:00 Sat. nights.
This was always popular on those late nights. Ah, the memories.[8D]
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Thinking about fender skirts started me thinking about other words that quietly disappear from our language with hardly a notice. Like "curb feelers" and "steering knobs."
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Since I'd been thinking of cars, my mind naturally went that direction first.
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You kids will probably have to find some elderly person over 50 to explain some of these terms to you.
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Remember "Continental kits?" They were rear bumper extenders and spare tire covers that were supposed to make any car as cool as a Lincoln Continental.
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When did we quit calling them "emergency brakes?" At some point "parking brake" became the proper term. But I miss the hint of drama that went with "emergency brake."
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I'm sad, too, that almost all the old folks are gone who would call the accelerator the "foot feed."
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Here's a phrase I heard all the time in my youth but never anymore -
"store-bought." Of course, just about everything is store-bought these
days. But once it was bragging material to have a store-bought dress or a store-bought bag of candy.
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"Coast to coast" is a phrase that once held all sorts of excitement and now means almost nothing. Now we take the term "worldwide" for granted. This floors me.
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On a smaller scale, "wall-to-wall" was once a magical term in our homes. In the '50s, everyone covered their hardwood floors with, wow, wall-to-wall carpeting! Today, everyone replaces their wall-to-wall carpeting with hardwood floors. Go figure.
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When's the last time you heard the quaint phrase "in a family way?" It's hard to imagine that the word "pregnant" was once considered a little too graphic, a little too clinical for use in polite company. So we had all that talk about stork visits and "being in a family way" or simply "expecting."
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Apparently "brassiere" is a word no longer in usage. I said it the other day and my daughter cackled. I guess it's just "bra" now. "Unmentionables" probably wouldn't be understood at all.
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It's hard to recall that this word was once said in a whisper -"divorce." And no one is called a "divorcee" anymore.
Certainly not a "gay divorcee." Come to think of it, "confirmed bachelors" and "career girls" are long gone, too.
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Most of these words go back to the '50s, but here's a pure-'60s word I came across the other day - "rat fink." Ooh, what a nasty put-down!
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Here's a word I miss - "percolator." That was just a fun word to say. And what was it replaced with? "Coffeemaker." How dull. Mr. Coffee, I blame you for this.
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I miss those made-up marketing words that were meant to sound so modern and now sound so retro. Words like "DynaFlow" and "ElectraLuxe." Introducing the 1963 Admiral TV, now with "SpectraVision!"
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Food for thought - Was there a telethon that wiped out lumbago? Nobody complains of that anymore. Maybe that's what castor oil cured, because I never hear mothers threatening their kids with castor oil anymore.
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Some words aren't gone, but are definitely on the endangered list. The one that grieves me most - "supper."
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Save a great word. Invite someone to supper. Discuss fender skirts.
Don't assume malice for what stupidity can explain.
I stumbled upon my last post before returning to basic some eight years ago.
Somewhere in the vast open plains of cyberspace sits a small town and a not-so quiet lil' saloon. Smoking jackets and thick skin are the only required attire. It's a lively place where the house drink is Bob's best, garnished with olives and pimentos. People are quick to pick a fight and even quicker to make friends again. It's the kind of place where anyone can be anything they want to be. In the end, that's where you'll find me.
They don't make any of that modern crap for my in-dash 8-track player
Lucky you... Wish I had my eight track again.
And even if I did... New cars have no way to mount 'em either I think.
Jw