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<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Quote:]How about "Our Miss Brooks"...[/QUOTE]

Sigh..........Eve Ardin...........

How I loved that woman in all of her fuzzy black and white glory.
 
Isn't it something - how much activity these nostalgia threads seem to generate? :wink:
 
That's 'cause we of the older generation have more to remember, and more time on our hands in which to do it. Only works when we are not having one of our many "senior momen..."
 
Serius/XM radio has a station called Classic Radio - still listen to Our Miss Brooks, Johnny Dollar, Boston Blackie, The Great Gildersleave (sp?), Lights Out, etc. Sometimes a blast from the past is just plain good for the soul. Radio especially allowed our imaginations to soar to heights we just couldn't comprehend. For me the summer meant picking blueberries, selling them to the local bakery, onto the "Italian Club" for a grinder, Wise potato chips and White Rock birch beer followed by the purchase of a few 'funny books' to read and then trade... Not a bad existence. :grouphug:
 
Topo Gigio Eddie give me a kiss.... Soupy Sales Doin the mouse. Grew up in New York. Across the street was a candy store{ that's what they called them.Cigs,candy,soda,ice cream with a phone booth}remember those.An Italian guy named Ricky was the owner and he was the neighborhood bookie[took illegal horse race bets].The phone booth rang every 2 minutes and the conversation was always yup!yup! click.In 1963 Ricky bought a new black MG Midget black gut wire wheels black top. He would let me sit in it and play like I was driving,as long as I didnt touch the e brake as it was parked on a hill.I was 7 years old and hooked on LBC's.Bought my first TR at age 15. My thanks to Ricky.
 
Teen Angel

Tell Laura I Love Her

Running Bear

Ebony Eyes

Moody River

Last Kiss

Leader of the Pack

Big Bad John

..........hehehehehehe
 
You young folks - not even a mention of "I Married Joan" with Joan Davis and Jim Backus! And for you trivia fans ... what make/model car did they drive?

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Problem with kids (up to and including 30 somrthings) today is that nothig requires any imagination (Xbox, etc.). When left to their own devices, they're stumped. JMO.
 
bgbassplyr said:
Problem with kids (up to and including 30 somrthings) today is that nothig requires any imagination (Xbox, etc.). When left to their own devices, they're stumped. JMO.

Not to disagree entirely, but I remember our parents saying the same about us!

Perhaps imagination evolves as well...
 
My parents never said that about ME! Only about everyone else.
 
Didn't they drive a Dodge? I remember the show, but not the car.
 
Brosky said:
Didn't they drive a Dodge? I remember the show, but not the car.

Close but no cigar! They drove a 1953 Henry J - Corsair. There's even a scene in the garage where Joan is frantic thinking she's put a dent in the rear bumper.

Ain't nostalgia great? We can remember all the good stuff, and carefully push the "rest of the story" under the carpet.

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Wolfman Jack

or Ed "Big Daddy" Roth

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The old coke machines with the bottles in between the rails, where you slid the bottle up to the outlet, put our nickel in and pulled up.

Or when 7-up was selling for a dime and coke a nickel, because there was more 7up in the bottle and the fizz of the 7 up was far superior than today's soda.

And Nehi orange juice...
 
And the real MOXIE soda.........

And chocolate milk that tasted like real chocolate.
 
NutmegCT said:
Ain't nostalgia great?

Nostalgia just ain't what it used to be.

Why, I remember when nostalgia was really great.
 
I remember the milkman coming by with his horse and cart and when it did what it had to do on the street the women would shovel it up to put on their flowers
 
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