I was sitting here in the kitchen, and remembering the different ways we did things, or mom did!"
I remember opening a can with the old knife shear, and would cut a rough finger cutter top of the can. Watch Out! Then came the lid / can opener, with the Turn the key to open the can. Then the gear teeth would wear down, and that would not do the chore anymore.
The ultimate would be to buy that turn the crank handle to open that can, and the beauty of that, was mount it on the wall or as we had it on the kitchen door frame. Then it could be swung out of the way flat against the frame or wall.
Next came the electric can opener. WOW! If you had one of these, Like we had from Sears Roebuck catalog order, you would be like super lucky, and mom had something to display something modern. And now today, they say 90 % of cans are pull tab lids. If there is a can that needs an opener, they have the hand and electric opener that leaves no sharp edges on the can.
I remember smoking cigarettes'; Mom & Dad & Brother. We had an ashtray in every corner of every room in the house. Outside on the porches, and even in the garage. The car had bean bag ash trays too.
How pitiful and crazy that was. LOL
A funny story, was my Aunt came for a visit, and she would get those sample packs of cigarettes, ( There were like 5 in the pack ).
She always included K00L's, and said they were great to smoke when you had a cold.
So, Just starting this thread to get thoughts and funny things in writing, means everyone can send memories or things you grew up with. Especially how things have changed.... for the good or bad.
I remember having the first Bell Telephone, and we had a party line.
We had a 2 party line, and that meant we shared the same line to communicate, and the Bell company never let us or the other party who we were or where we lived, but it had to be local. I remember mom listening in and had the mouth piece covered with a dish towel, so the other party couldn't tell my mom was listening. If we wanted to use the phone, we would politely let the party we would like the phone use, and if they were nice, they would cut their conversation short. My mom figured out who the other party was, and that was when the crap hit the fan.
I remember opening a can with the old knife shear, and would cut a rough finger cutter top of the can. Watch Out! Then came the lid / can opener, with the Turn the key to open the can. Then the gear teeth would wear down, and that would not do the chore anymore.
The ultimate would be to buy that turn the crank handle to open that can, and the beauty of that, was mount it on the wall or as we had it on the kitchen door frame. Then it could be swung out of the way flat against the frame or wall.
Next came the electric can opener. WOW! If you had one of these, Like we had from Sears Roebuck catalog order, you would be like super lucky, and mom had something to display something modern. And now today, they say 90 % of cans are pull tab lids. If there is a can that needs an opener, they have the hand and electric opener that leaves no sharp edges on the can.
I remember smoking cigarettes'; Mom & Dad & Brother. We had an ashtray in every corner of every room in the house. Outside on the porches, and even in the garage. The car had bean bag ash trays too.
How pitiful and crazy that was. LOL
A funny story, was my Aunt came for a visit, and she would get those sample packs of cigarettes, ( There were like 5 in the pack ).
She always included K00L's, and said they were great to smoke when you had a cold.
So, Just starting this thread to get thoughts and funny things in writing, means everyone can send memories or things you grew up with. Especially how things have changed.... for the good or bad.
I remember having the first Bell Telephone, and we had a party line.
We had a 2 party line, and that meant we shared the same line to communicate, and the Bell company never let us or the other party who we were or where we lived, but it had to be local. I remember mom listening in and had the mouth piece covered with a dish towel, so the other party couldn't tell my mom was listening. If we wanted to use the phone, we would politely let the party we would like the phone use, and if they were nice, they would cut their conversation short. My mom figured out who the other party was, and that was when the crap hit the fan.