k0ua
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Right you are. Each bottle featured one of 32 National parks or monuments.
File that away in the useless facts department. That info and a couple of bucks will buy a cup of coffee at Starbucks... Well not a fancy one...
Right you are. Each bottle featured one of 32 National parks or monuments.
I have a bottle in my shop somewhere. Got packed up with a few other oddity 'commemorative' label bottles when I collected that kind of stuff (before tools!). Now I am curious as to which park I have... I want to say the Olympic National Park here in Washington but I don't remember.Right you are. Each bottle featured one of 32 National parks or monuments.
I have a bottle in my shop somewhere. Got packed up with a few other oddity 'commemorative' label bottles when I collected that kind of stuff (before tools!). Now I am curious as to which park I have... I want to say the Olympic National Park here in Washington but I don't remember.
Right you are. Each bottle featured one of 32 National parks or monuments.
As a kid in the 50's, I was fairly restricted by my parents. We never went to the drive-in hamburger joint. Both my parents though food prepared at home was much better for me. I was only allowed to have candy at very special occasions - and very little then. When the family rode together in the car - kids were to remain silent. Heck, it was that way, all the time. A child never spoke unless asked a direct question. Us kids would leave the parents in the living room - sneak into another room where we would talk to each other in whispers. There was never any yelling or shouting in the house. You always used your "inside" voice.
First day after school let out - mom would buy me a new pair of Levis & high top tennis shoes. They had, darn well, better last all summer. I ran around most of the summer bare foot.
Us kids knew exactly when each meal was prepared every day. Better be home & washed up or - no meal. We were NEVER allowed to have a carbonated beverage of any kind. There was water & milk.
We knew when the parents said something - that would be the very first/last time the parents would tell us. We darn well better do EXACTLY as told.
On EXTREMELY RARE occasions, as a kid, the phone call was for me. My dad would grill the caller - who was this, what do you want to speak to Johnny for/about. If the caller passed the grilling, and remained on the line - I was always told - "keep it short".
Heck - in those days - even the parents were not as "liberated" as the kids are today.
Do I remember back when???? H**L YES - a tour in Alcatraz would be hard to forget, also.
And betting on who would get a Coke (6oz. bottle) from the further distance away (location of bottom of bottle). A good argument on this would finish with a call to the local trucking company dispatcher.
Hey Oklahoma guy, how about the McAlister Prison Rodeo. I'm sure not many have witnessed anything like that!!!! My Aunt and Uncle took me the Summer of '69.
1959-60 we did that on our breaks when I was a clerk in the Dallas Post Office. I don't remember the exact salary when I was a temporary part time mail carrier while I was still in high school, but I know that my salary was an even $2 an hour with 10% night differential for all hours between 6 p.m. and 6 a.m. when I started full time in Dallas. Cokes at that time cost a dime. In 1956, we were selling Cokes for a nickel and in 1957, the company sent a guy to convert the Coke machines to take 6 cents (nickel and penny), then only a short time later, they cane back and changed them again to take a dime.
Just before self serve showed up, the norm was a two bay service station. You would drive over the bell hose and the owner or mechanic would stop what he was doing, wipe his hands on the rag in his back pocket, fill you up, check the oil and wash your windows.