Retro

One of my Facebook status entries was my husband and I reminiscing about the 'A&W drive in' days.The waitresses would come out and bring lunch on a tray that would be balance on the driver's window ledge. At the risk of dating us, in our defence, we were very very young.

That got me to thinking about other things gone the 'way of the dinosaur'.     ( which is how most 20 yr olds look at me now. sigh. Little shits, what do they know. Pardon me, I digress)

Let's see if a few jiggle your memories.

The Tabletop 5¢ Jukebox. Believe it or not, in my hometown, we still have a pizza joint complete with the jukeboxes. Grant you I think it's 25¢ for 3 songs now. Inflation. Sigh. But it wasn't a Saturday night without that greasy pizza and our nickels. I betcha lap dancing must of been born out of our seat boogies. ;-).

Rotary dial phones. ( shall I mention party lines in this as well? Ok, just did. ) A few years back we were scoping out an antique sale, my youngest was around 6 yrs old at the time. We spied this rotary dial phone,retro green in colour. I pointed it out to hubby, the memories bubbling to the surface. My daughter stared at it, knowing what it was but not understanding the big metal round 'thing' in the middle of it.
"Mom", she pushed on the numbers," How do you call someone with this, it's broken."
I laughed putting my finger in one of the holes and I turned the dial ever so slowly. Her look of amazement was priceless. I'll never forget that look and to this day I have been searching for a specific workable one.

Barbies, Schmarbies. Cut out dolls and paper clothes with tabs was where it was at, my bloggy friends. The hours we spent using our imaginations, creating rich stories and taking care not to rip the tabs. Tape was never far away. Rarely was there any arguments between my sisters and I. Unless of course,one of us ripped the shoulder tab off. There was no hair to cut off the dolls, no sharp little shoes to step on and pierce the tender underneath of your foot. No clothes of minuscule sizes to put on and have the barbie's finger rip it. It was cheap entertainment but it kept us out of our mother's hair for hours on end. Brilliant.

Knockers. Remember them? Those two balls secured by a rope on either end with a ring in the middle. Some made of teeth shattering plastic,others of coma inducing marble. Lol dangerous much? But ohhh la la, we had a claim to fame and the envy of all our friends if we were able to clack those things non stop. Eventually we'd bean ourselves, leaving nasty bruises that would have teachers, in this day and age, call foul against the parents. How many split lips and crushed fingers did you suffer from them? I was pro but I willingly suffered blood loss for the fame. Fun? Yes. Painful? Those things could be used as a torture device I bet.

The Irish Rovers. Green Aligators song. I know, I just threw that one in there. We used to make my dad sit on the couch and play it over and over and over and over again. Sing he did, every single time. :-)

The old Coke. You know the one. Pop the top off the glass bottle, take a swig and feel your sinus burn off making your eyes water. Nothing could make you burp better or satisfy more.  Now, THAT was coke. Period.

 So.. wanna Retro?  :-)