Are you old? Do you remember ?

[DAKA]

I remember ALL OF THESE WORDS/PHRASES Yikes!   The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy;   an he looked at her quizzically and said, "What the heck is a Jalopy?"  He had never heard of the word jalopy!  She knew she was old ... But not that old!   Well, I hope you are   Hunky Dory   after you read this and chuckle.    About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology.  These phrases included:    Don't touch that dial; Carbon copy; You sound like a broken record; and Hung out to dry. Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie.  We'd put on our best bib and tucker , to straighten up and fly right.     Heavens to Betsy!     Gee whillikers!    Jumping Jehoshaphat!     Holy Moley!   We were   in like Flynn   and   living the life of Riley  ; and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill.       Not for all the tea in China!   Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers.   Oh, my aching back!    Kilroy was here,   but he isn't anymore.  We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say,   "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!"       Or,   "This is a fine kettle of fish!"  We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.   Poof,   go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind.  We blink, and they're gone. Where have all those great phrases gone?     Long gone:    Pshaw,        The milkman did it.    Hey! It's your nickel.        Don't forget to pull the chain.    Knee high to a grasshopper      Well, Fiddlesticks!    Going like sixty.    I'll see you in the funny papers.    Don't take any wooden nickels.    Wake up and smell the roses.   It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills.   This can be disturbing stuff!    (Carter's Little Liver Pills are gone too!)     Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth.   See ya later, alligator!    Okidoki.   You'll notice they left out   "Monkey Business"!!!   WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 40’S/50’S/60's . NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN … WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS:  LIVING IN THE PEACEFUL AND COMFORTABLE TIMES, CREATED FOR US BY THE "GREATEST GENERATION!"

[railfancwb]

There is a soft drink named Moxie. Some would call that a soda. At least some Cracker Barrel Old Country Stores offer Moxie and other regional soda brands.

Believe Moxie is also the name of a lake in Maine.

Named a cat Moxie. She has been gone over 13 years now. 

[janice6]

In high school, went to a local little town that was DRY. Spicer, MN.  Only one in MN at that time.  They had an ice cream parlor with the little wire chairs with the sweetheart backs. along with a "Soda Fountain".

I had a Lemon Phosphate and my Girlfriend had a Lime Phosphate.  The first soft drink.

It was fun!

[Borg warner]

7 hours ago, DAKA said:

I remember ALL OF THESE WORDS/PHRASES Yikes!   The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy;   an he looked at her quizzically and said, "What the heck is a Jalopy?"  He had never heard of the word jalopy!  She knew she was old ... But not that old!   Well, I hope you are   Hunky Dory   after you read this and chuckle.    About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology.  These phrases included:    Don't touch that dial; Carbon copy; You sound like a broken record; and Hung out to dry. Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie.  We'd put on our best bib and tucker , to straighten up and fly right.     Heavens to Betsy!     Gee whillikers!    Jumping Jehoshaphat!     Holy Moley!   We were   in like Flynn   and   living the life of Riley  ; and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill.       Not for all the tea in China!   Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers.   Oh, my aching back!    Kilroy was here,   but he isn't anymore.  We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say,   "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!"       Or,   "This is a fine kettle of fish!"  We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.   Poof,   go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind.  We blink, and they're gone. Where have all those great phrases gone?     Long gone:    Pshaw,        The milkman did it.    Hey! It's your nickel.        Don't forget to pull the chain.    Knee high to a grasshopper      Well, Fiddlesticks!    Going like sixty.    I'll see you in the funny papers.    Don't take any wooden nickels.    Wake up and smell the roses.   It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills.   This can be disturbing stuff!    (Carter's Little Liver Pills are gone too!)     Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth.   See ya later, alligator!    Okidoki.   You'll notice they left out   "Monkey Business"!!!   WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 40’S/50’S/60's . NO ONE WILL EVER HAVE THAT OPPORTUNITY AGAIN … WE WERE GIVEN ONE OF OUR MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS:  LIVING IN THE PEACEFUL AND COMFORTABLE TIMES, CREATED FOR US BY THE "GREATEST GENERATION!"

They say if you remember the '60's, you couldn't really have been there and taken all the drugs that were popular at the time, or otherwise you wouldn't be able to remember anything. Fortunately, I was there but didn't take too many drugs back then and I remember words like, "Far Out" "Groovy" "Psychedelic" and "Trippy"

[tous]

16 minutes ago, Borg warner said:

They say if you remember the '60's, you couldn't really have been there and taken all the drugs that were popular at the time, or otherwise you wouldn't be able to remember anything. Fortunately, I was there but didn't take too many drugs back then and I remember words like, "Far Out" "Groovy" "Psychedelic" and "Trippy"

And every sentence began with, 'Hey, man'  ended with, 'man.'

Hey, man.  You got any papers, man?

Folk today may think that the dialogue in Cheech and Chong films is exaggerated.  It isn't.  That's the way the stoners talked.

Out  of sight.

 

[gwalchmai]

I find that "Hey, man" puts everyone in a good mood and eases tensions among strangers. And don't remember doing any drugs in the 60s.

[Walt Longmire]

2 hours ago, gwalchmai said:

I find that "Hey, man" puts everyone in a good mood and eases tensions among strangers. And don't remember doing any drugs in the 60s.

Everyone wants to be called "*******." Try it. Walk into a room and yell "Hey *******." Everyone will turn and look at you.

[tous]

I still know all of the moron and elephant jokes.

[Borg warner]

13 hours ago, tous said:

And every sentence began with, 'Hey, man'  ended with, 'man.'

Hey, man.  You got any papers, man?

Folk today may think that the dialogue in Cheech and Chong films is exaggerated.  It isn't.  That's the way the stoners talked.

Out  of sight.

 

Dave's not here!!!!

[Maser]

I used to drive a jalopy.  Don't mess with an 80s Honda Civic with a new teenage driver behind the wheel! 

[minervadoe]

That's boss!

His Cuda is cammed.

It really burns rubber.

Catch you on the flip side.

My grandmother used to say, "Olive Oil," instead of goodbye. 

My dad called television the boob tube.  But, what did he know? I watched him start to brush his teeth with Brylcream one time (when he was really tired).  Talk about, "A little dab'll do ya."

Yubba bubba doo!!   I'll have a bronto burger.

 

[railfancwb]

[Batesmotel]

I remember the 60s. I was too young for drugs. 
 

I remember my dad driving through the Haight-Ashbury district. My mom made me lay on the floor of the car because she thought the hippies would reach in and steal me. To sell for drugs. 

[tous]

2 minutes ago, Batesmotel said:

I remember the 60s. I was too young for drugs. 
 

I remember my dad driving through the Haight-Ashbury district. My mom made me lay on the floor of the car because she thought the hippies would reach in and steal me. To sell for drugs. 

Did they?

Sell you?

 

 

[Batesmotel]

Just now, tous said:

Did they?

Sell you?

 

 

I wish. It would have a better life. 

[railfancwb]

Before interstate highways were so pervasive advertising signs were placed along rural highways.

The Burma Shave signs mentioned earlier.

Painted barn sides and roofs carried messages. Often for tourist attractions, sometimes for products. The last barn picture is a two-fer - chewing as well as smoking tobacco  

[janice6]

35 minutes ago, railfancwb said:

Before interstate highways were so pervasive advertising signs were placed along rural highways.

The Burma Shave signs mentioned earlier.

Painted barn sides and roofs carried messages. Often for tourist attractions, sometimes for products. The last barn picture is a two-fer - chewing as well as smoking tobacco  

My father would only chew Plug Tobacco.  He went to get a bite off the plug like a mad dog shaking it's head back and forth to come off with a mouthful.

He told me smoking was a filthy habit.  His spit actually took the enamel paint off our 46 Chrysler.

[minervadoe]

2 hours ago, janice6 said:

My father would only chew Plug Tobacco.  He went to get a bite off the plug like a mad dog shaking it's head back and forth to come off with a mouthful.

He told me smoking was a filthy habit.  His spit actually took the enamel paint off our 46 Chrysler.

My mom had an uncle that would spit his chew out of the driver's side window and it would go all over the side of the car (and anybody behind him who did not have the sense to keep their window rolled up).  The whole side of the car was a giant tobacco stain. 

One of my grandfather's favorite phrases was , "Lordy, lordy, lordy."

[Eric]

Take a flying **** at a rolling doughnut.

Take a long walk on a short pier.

Light a match!

Is it live or is it Memorex

The rabbit died

You bet your fur

Psyche!

BURN!

Sit on it

Your mama!

Drop a dime

Stool pigeon

Don't fold, spindle or mutilate

[minervadoe]

10 minutes ago, Eric said:

Don't fold, spindle or mutilate

Don't forget bend....

Don't bend, fold, spindle or mutilate.

Don't pass go, don't collect $200.  Go directly to jail. 

 

[FullClip]

This thread is the bee's knees and the cat's pajamas all rolled into one. 

[Pogey Bait]

20 hours ago, tous said:

And every sentence began with, 'Hey, man'  ended with, 'man.'

Hey, man.  You got any papers, man?

Folk today may think that the dialogue in Cheech and Chong films is exaggerated.  It isn't.  That's the way the stoners talked.

Out  of sight.

 

My son who will be 40 this month went through a period where every sentence started with "Dude".  

Each time I told him, no, it's Dad, when he spoke to me.

 

[TBO]

 

[gwalchmai]

12 hours ago, minervadoe said:

My mom had an uncle that would spit his chew out of the driver's side window and it would go all over the side of the car (and anybody behind him who did not have the sense to keep their window rolled up).  The whole side of the car was a giant tobacco stain. 

One of my grandfather's favorite phrases was , "Lordy, lordy, lordy."

My Uncle Foots used to "stamp" gray mules whenever he saw one. i.e., he'd spit into his left palm and grind it in with his right thumb. This would allegedly bring good luck, although I don't know if the luck came from the mule or if he were simply a catalyst. Foots' favorite saying was "Good Grannies, Alive!" 

My father expressed appreciation and approval, like seeing someone's new car or tiller, with "That's tighter than Dick's hatband!" 

[minervadoe]

2 hours ago, gwalchmai said:

My Uncle Foots used to "stamp" gray mules whenever he saw one. i.e., he'd spit into his left palm and grind it in with his right thumb. This would allegedly bring good luck, although I don't know if the luck came from the mule or if he were simply a catalyst. Foots' favorite saying was "Good Grannies, Alive!" 

My father expressed appreciation and approval, like seeing someone's new car or tiller, with "That's tighter than Dick's hatband!" 

"Lordy, lordy, lordy!"  Those are great phrases. 

My Italian grandfather had a plastic virgin Mary on the steel dashboard of his 48 Chevrolet Fleetmaster.  It was held in place by a magnet.  If someone left a light on in a room that nobody was in, he'd say "shut 'a the light," as he turned it off.