Are you this old?

   / Are you this old? #11  
Old enough to remember to keep my mouth shut while hosing out the gutter in the milking parlor.
Old enough to remember to grab the bucket when making a hasty getaway from a scours inflected milk cow.

Whew! that was close!
 
   / Are you this old? #13  
I remember the coal truck coming up the driveway, Mom sending us to our room(s), the noise and dust as we watched from an upstairs window while a load went down the chute to the basement ...

I also remember my first tractor, a '53 and fresh out of the showroom. I got four good years from it before I grew too tall to operate it. For my 7th I got my first bike, a 24" Rollfast.

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   / Are you this old? #14  
The man who showed up on the street every month or two and sharpened knifes, scissors and tools from the back of his truck.
 
   / Are you this old? #15  
I remember when strawberries were also called hayberries. :)
 
   / Are you this old? #16  
When I was young. We went to the drive in twice a week because we did not have a tv. They only changed the movies, twice a week.
 
   / Are you this old? #17  
I not only remember all these things, but have had plenty of personal experience will all but coal and home delivery of beer. There was a time when we went to a drive-in movie ALMOST once a week; that is if I'd been able to pick up enough discarded bottles along the highway that week, to pay for it. I never saw a TV at all before I was 11 or 12, and we got our first one when I was 12 or 13. There were 3 stations available, but someone had to go outside and turn the antenna to change stations.
 
   / Are you this old? #18  
Party line telephone for those of us who lived in the country. We shared the line with 8 others. I guess it was the Facebook of the time. You could "listen in" on your neighbors and catch up on all of the gossip.
 
   / Are you this old? #19  
Party line telephone for those of us who lived in the country. We shared the line with 8 others. I guess it was the Facebook of the time. You could "listen in" on your neighbors and catch up on all of the gossip.
Two long and one short ring for us, if I remember right (and I wouldn't bet on that). Funny how we remember certain things from our early days. My mother was on the phone with someone when the guy down the road came on and asked her to hang up because he had an emergency call to make. She hung up, but said she got to wondering if someone was hurt and she might be able to help, so she picked up the phone again. That neighbor was telling a friend about his new calf that was born during the night. Mother said she'd never hang up for him again. :ROFLMAO:
 
   / Are you this old? #20  
As a kid in PA, I remember the “Beverage Truck” coming around about once a week and they would deliver beer cases directly into the house. Picked up the empties for “refilling”.

There were also a number of Italians in the neighborhood who made wine. A semi would come around and deliver crates of grapes to numerous houses. The collective group only had one grape press and an old wheel barrow with a steel wheel and you could tell when one was done and was moving the press to the next user by the sound of the wheel barrow going down the alley.

The whole neighborhood smelled like a winery for a week or 2.
I like that memory!
 
 
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