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  • #46
    smle-man
    I need a LIFE!!
    • Jan 2007
    • 10584

    Originally posted by SoCalPI
    How about when there was no internet! Had to go to the library to look stuff up. Rotary dial phones? Pay phones that took a dime (or pay phones period)? Rabbit ear antennas (making a comeback now)? Lap seat belts?
    When I was a tiny tyke we had a party line and a wringer washing machine. I was afraid my mom would get pulled through the wringer as she fed wet clothes into it and emerge paper thin like in the cartoons. We went next door to watch TV on our neighbor's 13" screen B&W TV that sat in a wood cabinet about as big as a Smart Car. We shot our BB guns in the neighborhood and the guy down the street hung the buck he got each November from the apple tree in his front yard to let it cool before butchering it.

    Kids rode standing up on the back seat of the car so they could see out the windows better. When we passed semis on the road in my Dad's Plymouth sedan that looked like Christine we'd make a 'honk your horn' gesture to the driver who would oblige with a toot on his air horn.

    Cops in the city rode Harley M/C with stick shifts and carried .38 revolvers on their Sam Browne belts. The beat cops called into the station from a box mounted on a light pole every so often.

    This was in the 50s and early 60s in the suburbs, not the sticks. A different country and a different time. It might as well be a different planet now.

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    • #47
      DevilDawgJJ
      CGN Contributor
      • Aug 2010
      • 1718

      Originally posted by BigPimping
      Remember when pimps worked on a understanding of respect for "The Game." Nobody tried to peel each others Freaks and the track was loaded with flyskimmers eager to ply their trade, Ahhhhhhhh yeah!!!
      You sir are freaking hilarious!

      I remember when my my bottom ***** was on the right trian, but on the wrong track!
      Originally posted by Citadelgrad87
      I pity your kids, because they are doomed.
      Originally posted by FLIGHT762
      Can I bring my Donkey? He loves Chunky Monkey.

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      • #48
        UberPatriot
        Senior Member
        • Jul 2012
        • 2069

        My high school had a target shooting P.E. Class.
        Location: Olympic Peninsula Washington

        NRA Member

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        • #49
          golfish
          I need a LIFE!!
          • Mar 2013
          • 10123

          I remember
          It takes a lot of balls to play golf the way I do.
          Happiness is a warm gun.

          MLC, First 3

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          • #50
            Bakerloo
            Senior Member
            • Jun 2009
            • 1709

            Originally posted by Fetterly Powders/Optics
            I remember saying the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag every morning in school. Gone thanks to libs.
            Doug
            Not at my school. 515 kids in the quad at 7:40 saying it.
            ...while the buffoon in the White House prances around celebrating butt sex.

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            • #51
              XDman01
              Junior Member
              • Jun 2016
              • 32

              I'm a young guy and I remember 10 years ago riding my bike across town with a BB pistol in a holster on my belt and a couple BB rifles across my handle bars to go plinking at my friends and no one bat a eye at that. 5 years later I got pulled over them got harassed for having a .22 in my truck because the cop thought I was under 18 and nearly got arrested and he never even checked my license. The world has changed a lot in a few short years.


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              • #52
                Wicked Pete
                Calguns Addict
                • May 2010
                • 5182

                You could trade and barter without an FFL.

                I had a nice double barrel coach gun, traded for a snub nose .38, in the box never fired. later I traded that...all chrome .45 stamped with; Government Property. Huh?

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                • #53
                  ireload
                  Veteran Member
                  • Aug 2009
                  • 2589

                  I remember ..... .75 cent gallon of gas. Dept stores selling guns. More open shooting areas. Driving my mom's 78' Mustang II while under age without her knowledge. Video arcade abound. 50 round box of .22s for .50 cents. Never thinking about CA future turning into a ****hole.

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                  • #54
                    Dano3467
                    Calguns Addict
                    • Mar 2013
                    • 7381

                    Aww you guy's bring a tear to my eye's, the good old day's of freedom when you need not fight every day for it, it came free with your birth.

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                    • #55
                      alpha_romeo_XV
                      Veteran Member
                      • Jun 2006
                      • 3064

                      Moms stayed home, made dads and kids a hot breakfast, packed us a lunch for work/school, made a nice dinner with home made cake or pie for dessert. That was still "normal" in the '60's.

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                      • #56
                        NotPukeGreen
                        Member
                        • Sep 2011
                        • 203

                        I remember the gas war's, watching the first moon landing, the helmsman bakery truck bring fresh baked donuts and bread to your house and bottled milk on your porch in the morning, Skateboards had steel wheels........
                        I miss those day's.

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                        • #57
                          jstert
                          Member
                          • May 2016
                          • 435

                          Remember when..............

                          i grew up in the east coast version of prk: mass. we would go into the woods behind my buddy's house with his older brother's ruger mk1 and kill pine cones. i brought my dad's ww2 bringback browning hipower to 6th grade show and tell. we were members of an nra rifle club at the univ where he taught. and we were all safe. it all seems like an alternate universe now.


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                          • #58
                            r8dr rider
                            Senior Member
                            • Mar 2009
                            • 1983

                            Remember when we called them trannys

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                            • #59
                              Eat Dirt
                              Calguns Addict
                              • Nov 2007
                              • 9633

                              Originally posted by weber_2
                              Remember when we called them trannys
                              When a Manuel Tranny wasn't something you found at the Club

                              Just standard Equipment
                              --------------------------------------------------------------

                              I miss the Good 'ol days of Cal -Guns

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                              • #60
                                MJB
                                CGSSA Associate
                                • Sep 2010
                                • 5925

                                Originally posted by k1dude
                                I remember when you could go into a hardware store, buy a gun and some ammo, and be plinking 15 minutes later within the city limits!

                                I remember virtually every truck having a gun rack with a rifle and shotgun in the rear window - and NEVER having to lock the truck!

                                I remember every house having a gun cabinet prominently displayed in the living areas. The gun cabinet had no lock and the front door was NEVER locked - even if you were on vacation for a month!

                                I remember playing cops and robbers or cowboys and Indians in the neighborhood or parks, brandishing our cap guns without a second look from anyone including the cops!

                                I remember riding our bikes with our .22's across the handlebars through the neighborhoods to get to shooting spots!

                                Old people always complain that things are getting worse - because they are!!!
                                Yep!

                                And I also like the song!
                                Last edited by MJB; 06-15-2016, 8:23 PM.
                                One life so don't blow it......Always die with your boots on!

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