I am a pre-boomer and can tell you the 40', 50's and 60's were the greatest time to be alive in US history. The most important thing from that era is anyone with a job could own a house. I grew up in a little town in NH. My father had just come home from WWII and got an job as a auto body apprentice. He was making $19.00 a week and bought our first home. Several acres of land and a house built in the 1800's. No running water, an outhouse for a toilet, but it was ours. He installed running water and an indoor toilet. My brother and I roamed the woods and neighborhood for years and knew every inch of that wonderful place. Not many people even had locks on their houses and my father always left the keys in the car. Before corporations took over and ruined the country it was a wonderful time to be alive.
DOES ANYONE STILL EAT " CINNAMON TOAST " anymore? If you were sick or just faking it to stay home from school (and why wouldn't I want to stay home instead of being cracked in the head by the nuns)...my mother would make me buttered toast with cinnamon and REAL SUGAR on it, with a cold glass of real milk. So simple to make but such a gourmet delight to a 10 year old. I would watch the game shows and reruns like "Pete and Gladys, Dick Van Dyke, cartoons and near the end of the day come to the horrific, nauseating realization I could not pull this hoax off another day.
$20 for the family physician house call. 😂. With the little black medical bag. Could also be called the bag of tricks . The cure all for every ailment was in there
We went on bike hikes carrying lunch with us. Leave in the morning, get back around 2 or 3. One speed bikes, a couple of Sting Rays with banana seats too.
@@jeffrhorer1811 EXACTLY!! our bike was our identity, my buddy and I if we were bored, we would tear apart and sand down the frame go to the store and get whatever spray paint we needed. back then we didn’t need to show ID because nobody was breathing the shit to get high, we actually used it for what it was intended. I can’t remember how many times I repainted my frame or we took the guts out of the pedals and regreased them just for the sake of doing it. We believed our bikes were faster, smoother, and better when we regreased are ball bearings lol.
My mom was a Good Humor Ice Cream truck operator. She was probably 18 or 19 years old. It was when I was real small and I'm 77 now, so long time ago. There is a picture of her by her truck somewhere in the family photos.
🎶🎶 The ICE CREAM truck is coming!! Those warm summer afternoons when school was out for vacation and you heard that familiar tune and run to get your quarter. Good old days!
@stephenkammerling9479 I was buying Cokes for a nickel until 1958 I believe and then they went to six cents for a short time and then to a dime around 1960.
@@JohnSmith-cf4gn I think the price rose differently, depending where you lived. I was living in Northern NJ, suburban NY. I seem to recall 1955 or 56, but I wouldn't be shocked if I was being early.
@stephenkammerling9479 I went to the gas station around the block in 1958 or 59 with my nickel as a kid and found out it was 6 cents and I told the guy at the gas station that I didn't like that and he laughed. I thought it was his fault because it was his Coke machine and all I had was a nickel with me. It stayed 6 cents for a little while after then went to a dime.
I lived next door to a bakery so no need to deliver. Next to the bakery was Rudy's repair shop. He fixed everything...toasters, sewing machines, vaccuums, etc
HERE'S ONE FOR YOU....a really obscure memory. The old TVs were all "tubes" and the tubes inside got hot of course. Being housed in a wooden tv cabinet you could smell that faint warm wood smell of hot tubes within inches of the wood cabinet. In fact that's why all the old TVs had a "perforated" wooden back on them so the tube heat could escape. After the TV was on for a while you could really smell that comforting old school aroma of hot wood. Anyone else remember that old TV smell?????
I remember as a kid in the 50s going to the drug store with burned out tv tubes to check and replace with my Dad. My parents first TV was a Motorola in 1949. I was 4.
I definitely remember those party lines! My mom would get into the most WICKED verbal fights with whoever was on the line when she wanted to make a call. Crazy times!
When I got my license in '68, you had to do the road test in a manual transmission vehicle. I can still remember the ring sequence on our party line from those days. I remember the tube kiosks in the grocery stores.
I learned how to drive on a '69 Chev C/10 straight 6, 3-speed column shift, 'Armstrong' steering, no power brakes... There was a Radio/TV repair shop down the road from our house that had a tube testing machine; me and my late Dad made many trips there... miss you Pops; almost 40 years now...
Until this day I remember the smell that came from those vacuum tubes at the back of the TV. I haven't experienced that smell in over 50 years but I remember it distinctly. The memory is sort of like that of the smell of the copies from the old ditto machines at school. We (I mean everyone) would immediately place the paper to their noses as soon as they received a freshly printed copy. And, while I am at it, who else remembers the smell of the fresh baked lunch rolls coming from the school cafeteria?
My father was a milkman for Borden's in Central Florida. He wore a fresh starched white uniform. I remember the day he walked under our mulberry tree on the way to work and got blasted by bird poop. I learned to drive in a 50's something Plymouth with a manual transmission and a rusted out floor board. You could see the road under your feet. My grandmother was on a party line. The neighborhood gossip listened in to all the phone calls.
My pop worked as a milkman for Bordens Dairy here in Ottawa, in Canada. I remember helping him with deliveries every Saturday. I hated delivering in the harsh winter months.
In L.A. we also had bread delivery from Helms Bakery. The delivery van also sold cookies for 3-5 cents each. It would get swamp with kids like an ice cream truck. I was going to mention Tube tester.
I loved Helm’s Bakery! If you watched Sheriff John on TV and wrote in to him, he would give you a free cupcake on your birthday! I really miss the simplicity of life back then. Slower time !
Remember Hobo Kelly Or Romper Room? I forgot, which one had the magic mirror I think it was hobo Kelly, but she never mentioned my name..lol. @@corrineagnello4584
I'm British, born 1955. We had our milk delivered daily by electric vehicles called "milk floats". Top speed 30 mph. Most of us Brits drive manual cars, with up to 6 gears (although there were only 4 gears in the 60s). I wouldn't know how to drive an automatic! We were way behind the US technologically speaking. Many Brits didn't have a telephone until the 1980s. We had to use a public telephone box. I grew up in a household without a car, telephone, refrigerator or washing machine - and we lived in quite a modern house on the edge of a large town. Because we had no effective way of keeping anything cold, let alone frozen, the daily arrival of "the ice cream man" was very welcome. Oh, and we got a colour television in 1971.
Are you kidding me. Kids in the Sixties got to watch the Space Race. Just say "Cape Canaveral" to any Boomer and they'll remember watching the Mercury, Atlas and Gemini Orbital and Moon launches in Black and White. I lived on the East Coast and would watch the launches early in the morning in Real East Coast Time... the Military by reflex scheduling things early in the morning to give themselves the rest of the day off after the launch. So it was typical to wake up our Parents with the TV blaring as the sun would be rising.
A lot of brands starting adding NASA trading cards to their products....Red Ball popsicles stuck space race cards inside their wrapper, Lays potato chips added plastic haif-dollar sized "coins" embedded with color artwork of NASA missions inside their product bags.
Back in the mid-sixties the neighbor across the street was a milkman. The wife didn’t work, they had seven kids and one car. They lived a very comfortable lifestyle and most of the children went to college. Boy how this world has changed…Sigh.
Thank you The Memory Traveler for another nostalgic video. Everything was spot on. I learned how to drive on a "three on the tree" and I'm so glad I did. You'll occasionally see or read news about a potential car thief who bailed because it was a stick shift. Lol. Btw you have a new subscriber!
My dad was a milkman for awhile. Our house was built in 1939 & had a 'milk slot'-- a bottle-sized opening through the wall with a door both outside & inside. Milk was left by the milkman & homeowner accessed the bottle from inside.
I never knew about such things. We had the metal milk box outside the front door. I just saw a home renovation show on YT & they had a milk door. Very cute.
@@samanthab1923 Cute until a substitute mail carrier mistook the slot for a mailbox😬 Found a credit card statement there a month+ overdue. Oh well, live & learn. Left a note in milk slo "not a mailbox!" + son #2 left his toy tarantula figurine inside. 10+ years later and no repeat. Life is what you make of it. Neighbors have remodeled over their slots. not me. I live in Long Beach near LGB Airport. It reminds me that the C-47s formerly used by air freight company nearby might at one time have been built at the company next to the airport at the same time as my house was being built. Peace.
@@sanseijedi The couple I saw were in LA somewhere. They bought an antique milk bottle & put it in there. Nice chatting with you. Have a Happy Thanksgiving 🍁🦃
I remember the milk box and glass bottles in the 60's on our porch. Never saw the truck or man, he must've came so early! I don't remember the TV tube tester, guess my parents never had that situation. I was sad when I moved in 2006 and threw out grandpa's console TV that still worked with the magical matchbox behind the dial! I should've kept it! What I do remember is we had a street walking knife sharpener! A crazy traveling basket he had with music. Wives would go outdoors if they needed knives sharpened. Our town was lucky to have that relic of a service! This was the 60's in northeast NJ. I wish I paid more attention as a kid! Thanks for your reflecting video! 😊
OK ANOTHER ONE.......before people had garbage disposals (Boston suburbs circa 1960) you would have a metal garbage bucket with heavy lid in a metal sleeve sunk in the ground in the back of your house....usually not far from your back steps. Once a week the "garbage" truck would come by and the garbage man had to open the lid and pull out that disgusting stinking maggot infested garbage pail and dump it in the truck. I just gag thinking about it. During the week we had to keep a brick or two on the top of the lid because racoons would be trying to get the lid open all night.
I'm really glad I missed that experience. We, along with most of the neighbors, had a gas fired incinerator in the basement that we used to burn most of the garbage in the late 50s and early 60s. You had to close the windows anytime someone in the neighborhood used it.
I remember my grandmother in a small town in Indiana had a cinder block squared enclosure for garbage and trash burning in her back yard. In fact everyone in the entire town did.@@thememorytraveler
A couple of my favorite memories were the tube tester at the IGA and the Helms donut truck that always came around our neighborhood. It was always fun when my Dad would let me test the tubes for the TV and then supervise me while I put them back in. Saturday mornings my six year old brother and I would wait to hear the bell of the Helms truck as it cruised through the neighborhood. My Dad always gave me two dollars the night before so he and mom could sleep in. With the $2, I’d get two dozen glazed donuts still warm from the bakery and my brother and I would chow down while we watched cartoons and the morning matinee with Cal Worthington and his dog spot (actually a trained hippopotamus that he would ride).
I remember when the television repair man would give you the dreaded news that “it looks like the picture tube is on its way out.” Then he would install a picture tube booster that would bring back the picture for a week or two until you could hopefully scrape up enough money to get a new one 😢 Funny, getting anything repaired on a tv today is out of the question. You just junk it. A new remote control is about the limit on tv repair these days.
I remember the party line telephone, old black and white TV, having to wait for the 'warm up', and that it would go OFF at a certain time.... weird, huh? Now we can watch TV around the clock. The kids today will never know what that was like!
My dad was a milkman in the mid 60’s. Every stack in the truck had to be iced . The truck was a step on , NON refrigerated . In one Boro of NYC There were over 275 trucks in route everyday to homes. That was more than the wholesale routes that delivered to stores and supermarkets.
if this van is rocking don't bother knocking. the vans and buses were so cool I loved the hippie buses with all the flowers and stuff. they sure were pissing off the government thats for sure.
The best part about the old tv's was in pushing the knob in to shut it oof, the screen went blank(black) except the ONE tiny dot of light (center screen) and you'd wait to watch it disappear into oblivion.
I was born 1961, I tell my wife who was born 1981, about when i was little we lived up the street from a BEN FRANKLIN DEPARTMENT STORE,&they sold PENNY CANDY a few years ago went vacationed in WEST VIRGINIA, HARPERS FERRY there was a store that sold a lot of the candy we bought as kids, wax soda bottles, packs of candy cigarettes,pcan logs,wafers with the beads inside they definitely were not a penny, but flooded the old memories.😊
My grandfather worked for Bordens out of Bordentown New Jersey before I was born. He had worked for a local bakery out of Trenton prior to working for Bordens. He then worked for a big laundry service company out of Trenton and soon after he and a co worker Doc they opened their own laundry service. I also remember my nana and being on a party line
Hi, I'm 67 years old and absolutely remember having an aluminum type box on our front porch in Mankato Minnesota and getting deliveries of milk and dairy products. My Grandparents had a farm in Brewster Minnesota and I remember their third party phone line. You could pick it up and listen in to somebody's conversation. Generally we would set the phone down softly so as to not let them know we heard their conversation or at least a part of it. Wow, thank you for reminding me of these baby boomer memories !
The T.V.'s where havey and big bogie, in the morning hours in school if your parants paid for would get milk andcreakes, and many children T.V. shows in the early morning and afternoon. and are funny short hair cuts
Those snub nose milk trucks were made by Divco( Detroit Industrial vehicle company). Some people collect these but not many survive due to corrosion. The refrigeration in these trucks were provided with ice or dry ice. The latter is very corrosive since it is actually carbon dioxide in solid form.
I HAVE A TUBE TESTER AND NEW VACUUM TUBES IN BOXES STILL.A 1930 AND A 1947 RADIOS THAT BOTHS STILL PLAY.LOVE PLAYING THE 1930 RADIO 📻 HAVE A BBC,SHORT WAVE, POLICE DEPARTMENT CHANNEL.I CAN PICK UP STATION FROM CUBA AND ASIA.AT NIGHTS.
Our milkman, Marian, came to the back door and often stopped in to chat with Dad and Mom as we were having breakfast. The pace of life seemed so much slower then. Stick shifts? I didn’t learn to drive one till after college, and I my cars still have sticks. I’m sorry they’re being phased out because automatics are just plain boring.
I don’t remember that about the TV. I remember getting milk delivery. It was great! Drivers Ed was a 3 on the column. I never could get the hang of it. When I got a ‘65 VW with 4 on the floor was much easier. We didn’t have party lines in my town at least not that I remember. By the time I was old enough to use the phone we had separate lines. Again, we didn’t have the tunes in the back of our TV!
The metal milk box at the front door for deliveries. And you had to stir or shake, because all the cream was at the top. We had a baked goods delivery also, from the Doogan’s Donut Man.
Manual shift cars have basically gone away only in the U.S. and Canada. The manual shift is however still king in the rest of the world. I was in the U.K. a few years ago and found that cars ate 20% automatics and 80% manual. If you are going to drive there, it would be to your advantage to learn to drive a manual.
Had bread and milk delivered. The men would just knock on the back door and go in the house. Didn’t lock the doors. If the tv went out you got a new tube at 7 11 and put it in by yourself. No waste.
I was born in 1967 and absolutely remember the tube tv, milk man, diaper service, and learned to drive the Three On the Tree column shift in an old Ford Falcon
I had forgotten how long it took for a tv to turn on, and even when it was on, it took a while to get good (well, for two of the three available stations, one was fairly far away and never good; always snowy image).
To this day, I still drive a stick. I enjoy the sense of involvement, of actively engaging with the machine rather than passively sitting in it. Sadly, they're becoming rarer - I had to wait for this one to become available. Had to rent a car for my daughter's use when she came to babysit me after my 2nd hip replacement because she never learned to drive a manual.
Made my kids learn, though licenses were automatic. One daughter used my 78 Ford long bed extended cab. And even in the 90s Tex required parallel parking.
