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Post by ferris1248 on Apr 15, 2024 9:58:29 GMT -5
I can remember field trips to the dairy (off of I-20) and seeing Rosebud.
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Post by nickhoog on Apr 15, 2024 11:41:40 GMT -5
Attic fan - grand parents had them in Miami. When we were kids it was HUGE!!! Afternoon naps, you'd have to "peel" yourself off the fake leather couches in a pool of sweat.... Charlie Chips - my parents never bought them but friends parents did, the metal canisters made a good drum set.... Never had milk delivered The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau - probably the reason I'm commenting on this board after the FS Forum collapse, inspired many things water associated... Seacamp in Big Pine Key - anyone ever been there??? 3 years in a row. I guess a trade off for Charlie chips.... glad I took the trade....
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Post by ferris1248 on Apr 15, 2024 12:49:21 GMT -5
Flat top haircuts
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Post by PolarsStepdad on Apr 15, 2024 15:02:50 GMT -5
I can remember field trips to the dairy (off of I-20) and seeing Rosebud. When I was in kindergarten and 1st grade we took field trips to the "egg farm" must have been a million eggs a day that went through that plant. And then we had the colonial bakery. That was a pretty cool field trip too. When I got older I actually worked on a dairy some. The man I worked for there was good people. My willingness to work had there had nothing to do with his daughter that was a couple a three years younger than me and her beautiful DDs š A few years later after nearly working himself to death he sold the dairy to a developer who turned in into "Roundabout Plantstion Golf Course. Still makes me sick driving by it now. He moved to the next county north and built chicken houses. A lot less work. He wS finally getting to enjoy life again. He suffered a massive stroke at 44. I attribute it at least partially to working 8 days a week 19 hours a day o N that dairy for so long. There are still 2 dairy left in my county. One has a farm store where they sell raw milk and cheese. Good shit. Owned by a Dutch family. Good peeps.
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Post by stc1993 on Apr 15, 2024 15:09:48 GMT -5
We had Slappey's dairy in Albany. The main road in Albany is named after it. Slappey Blvd. it was located off that road.
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Post by johngalt on Apr 15, 2024 16:43:39 GMT -5
It was 1974 when I slept in a house with air conditioning. š Growing up in north Florida it was a luxury. The elementary school didnāt have it either. No GPS or cellphone, while driving a truck. Just a road atlas, an address and a phone number. Load in Jacksonville and head for either San Francisco or LA. Always seemed to get there on time. Same with fishing. Head off shore the only electronics was a CB radio and later a VHF. But always got a load of grouper and snapper.
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Post by johngalt on Apr 15, 2024 16:46:04 GMT -5
We had Slappey's dairy in Albany. The main road in Albany is named after it. Slappey Blvd. it was located off that road. I take that road on my way up to IP paper mill in Ogalthorpe Ga.
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Post by Captj on Apr 16, 2024 5:12:08 GMT -5
Dacron fishing line. Woolworths. No self service at the pumps.
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Post by ferris1248 on Apr 16, 2024 6:29:28 GMT -5
3 on the column
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Post by Crkr 23 on Apr 16, 2024 6:31:57 GMT -5
You mean "Three in the Tree". Lol
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Post by ferris1248 on Apr 16, 2024 6:32:40 GMT -5
That too.
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Post by Zif on Apr 16, 2024 6:41:27 GMT -5
Putting paper rolls in the depth sounder.
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Post by illinoisfisherman on Apr 16, 2024 6:43:46 GMT -5
Yeah. I had a 57 Chevy with 3 on the tree. Drove it to death.
Prior to āenvironmental controlā can anyone remember driving behind a car smoking like it was on fire? They do a much better job with engine blocks and rings nowadays. š
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Post by walkerdog on Apr 16, 2024 7:37:04 GMT -5
Dacron fishing line. Woolworths. No self service at the pumps. Was in the middle of the Ozark mountains a couple weeks back and stopped in a small town for gas and it was full service only. Havenāt seen that in a looooong time. Kind of a nostalgic experience.
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Post by gardawg on Apr 16, 2024 16:26:01 GMT -5
taking cotton to the gin
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