In old days


Do you remember any of these:
Window fans, Kick the Can, roller skates with keys,
coonskin caps, hula hoops, 45 records,
cherry cokes, juke boxes, pony tails, bobbi sox,
penny loafers, sideburns, Breck & Halo Shampoo,
drive in movies, jacks, going home for lunch,
marbles, monopoly, rabbit ears, aluminum glasses,
sweater sets, white gloves, and can can slips,
the smell of Old Spice, penny candy, and
Mother May I.

Webmaster is born in Denmark 3rd june 1939 and remember the good old days.

I got this from an old friend from my Navy days in the fifties, some of you can relate but, most will be lost to it's import.

My America, how I miss thee. I recall my mother as a riveter on military aircraft in California during the war, my dad working at any job he could find. I still have the remnants of our war ration books, coffee, sugar, etc was limited.

I remember standing in the doorway of an old adobe barn where field workers slept and watching my mother and father pick cotton along with all the other Americans, black, brown and white, that were victims of just being poor and homeless. We didn't have money but we were far from poor, we had the love of family, people in general as friends and the hope that this once great nation promised.

America is a different country now, no longer is your neighbor a friend or an American. You must guard over all you own to prevent it from being stolen, destroyed or confiscated by the government. No longer do you get to spend the dollar you worked so hard for, you simply get what's left after the government steals from you.

America's children no longer play kick the can or hide and go seek in the neighborhoods. A date is no longer a cherished memory of an adventure with someone you have a crush on. Drugs, lack of moral character and discipline, arrogance and disrespect are now the defining characteristics of our youth.

For those that have no idea of what I have described, I feel sorry for you.... for those that remember America as it was... be thankful that you had the best of America, at least for a time.

RF (Homepage)

Planet Earth is an ever changing phenomenon. America likewise, we will never have the same social, emotional or moral ambience that dominated the twentieth century. To try and go back is a useless endeavor and will only result in failure and disappointment.

The old passes away and is replaced with the new. It has been that way since time began and will continue until the end of time. We are bound to lament how "good it was" and long for days past, to do so is human nature.

Cling to the memories that cheer your soul and lighten your heart, remember the good times and when you leave this world you will take the past with you leaving it not to be trampled by those who follow, they will create their own heaven or hell.

*ray finley 2010

A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street,
A mower that you had to pugrass look neat

In the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone, And no

need for recording things, someone was always home


We only had a living room where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime in the kitchen where we ate


We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine.
When meeting as a family those two rooms would work
out fine

We only had one TV set, and channels maybe two, But
always there was one of them with something worth
the view.

For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip.
And if you wanted flavor there was Lipton's onion dip

Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked
to cook, And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty
Crocker's book

Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play,

We all did things together -- even go to church to pray

When we did our weekend trips depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because we liked to be together


Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were without our own
cell phone.
Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare to watching movies in your car


Then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees and never need a reason


Get a baseball game together with all the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball -- and no game video

Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend,
And didn't need insurance or a lawyer to defend?

The way that he took care of you or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath and strived to do the best for
Remember going to the store and shopping casually, And
when you went to pay for it you used your own money?


Nothing that you had to swipe or punch in some amount,
Remember when the cashier person had to really count?

The milkman used to go from door to door, And it was just
a few cents more than going to the store


There was a time when mailed letters came right to your
door, Without a lot of junk mail ads sent out by every
The mailman knew each house by name and knew where it
was sent; There were not loads of mail addressed to
"present occupant."

There was a time when just one glance was all that it
would take, And you would know the kind of car, the
model and the make

They didn't look like turtles trying to squeeze out every
mile; They were streamlined, white walls, fins, and
really had some style

One time the music that you played whenever you would
jive, Was from a vinyl, big-holed record called a forty-five


The record player had a post to keep them all in line, And
then the records would drop down and play one at a time

Oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today,
And always we were striving, trying for a better way.
Oh, the simple life we lived still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game, just kick the can and run?

And why would boys put baseball cards between bicycle

 And for a nickel red machines had little bottled


This life seemed so much easier and slower in some ways,
I love the new technology but I sure miss those days.
So time moves on and so do we, and nothing stays the same,
But I sure love to reminisce and walk down memory lane

Stay with this -- the answer is at the end. It will blow you away

One evening a grandson was talking to his grandfather about current events.
The grandson asked his grandfather what he thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general

The Grandfather replied, "Well, let me think a minute,

I was born before:

polio shots
frozen foods
contact lenses
Frisbees and
the pill

There w ere no:
credit cards
laser beams or
ball-point pens

Man had not invented:
air conditioners
clothes dryers
and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and
man hadn't yet walked on the moon

Your Grandmother and I got married first, . . . and then lived together.

Every family had a father and a mother.
Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, "Sir".
And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir."
We were before gay-rights, computer- dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.
Our lives were governed by the T en Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.
We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.

Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege.
We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.
Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.
Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started.
Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums

We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.
We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios.
And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.
If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan' on it, it was junk
The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam.
Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of.
We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.
Ice-crea m cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.
And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.
You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, . . . but who could afford one?
Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.

In my day:
"grass" was mowed,
"coke" was a cold drink,
"pot" was something your mother cooked in and
"rock music" was your grandmother's lullaby.
"Aids" were helpers in the Principal's office,
" chip" meant a piece of wood,
"hardware" was found in a hardware store and
"software" wasn't even a word.

And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap... and how old do you think I am?
I bet you have this very old man in are in for a shock!
Read on to see -- pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.



The claim we hold is as good as gold, bonanza
Hand in hand we built this land, the Ponderosa Ranch
Our birthright is this Cartwright bonanza
We here belong, and standing strong, wrong ain't got a chance .

Day by day, work or play, ready side by side
Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open wide
Bound to be a fightin' free bonanza,
Singing pines ARE boundary lines for the Ponderosa Ranch.

[ guitar ]

Every tree and flower is part of our bonanza
The stars at night, the morning light, water in the branch
We ride along four men strong together
Every plain and ridge is our heritage: Ponderosa Ranch

Day by day, work or play, ready side by side.
Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open wide.
Bound to be a fightin' free bonanza,
Singing pines ARE boundary lines for the Ponderosa Ranch.


Are you ready ?????

This man would be only 60 years old!

52 Years ago!
Comments made in the year 1955:

"I'll tell you one thing, if things keep going the way they are, it's going to be impossible to buy a week's groceries for $20."

"Have you seen the new cars coming out next year? It won't be long before $2000 will only buy a used one."

"If cigarettes keep going up in price, I'm going to quit. A quarter a pack is ridiculous."

"Did you hear the post office is thinking about charging a dime just to mail a letter?"

"If they raise the minimum wage to $1, nobody will be able to hire outside help at the store."

"When I first started driving, who would have thought gas would someday cost 29 cents a gallon. Guess we'd be better off leaving the car in the garage."

"Kids today are impossible. Those duck tail hair cuts make it impossible to stay groomed. Next thing you know, boys will be wearing their hair as long as the girls."

"I'm afraid to send my kids to the movies any more. Ever since they let Clark Gable get by with saying 'damn' in 'Gone With The Wind,' it seems every new movie has either "hell" or "damn" in it.

"I read the other day where some scientist thinks it's possible to put a man on the moon by the end of the century They even have some fellows they call astronauts preparing for it down in Texas ."

"Did you see where some baseball player just signed a contract for $75,000 a year just to play ball? It wouldn't surprise me if someday they'll be making more than the president."

"I never thought I'd see the day all our kitchen appliances would be electric. They are even making electric typewriters now."


"It's too bad things are so tough nowadays. I see where a few married women are having to work to make ends meet."

"It won't be long before young couples are going to have to hire someone to watch their kids so they can both work."

"Marriage doesn't mean a thing any more; those Hollywood stars seem to be getting divorced at the drop of a hat."

"I'm just afraid the Volkswagen car is going to open the door to a whole lot of foreign business.


"Thank goodness I won't live to see the day when the Government takes half our income in taxes. I sometimes wonder if we are electing the best people to government."

"The drive-in restaurant is convenient in nice weather, but I seriously doubt they will ever catch on."

"There is no sense going to Lincoln or Omaha anymore for a weekend. It costs nearly $15 a night to stay in a hotel."

"No one can afford to be sick any more; $35 a day in the hospital is too rich for my blood."

"If they think I'll pay 50 cents for a hair cut, forget it."

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Here is an oldie but it still gives us food for thought.
 A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.
 For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.

 In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside.

 She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box.
 When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totalling $95,000.

 He asked her about the contents. "When we were to be married," she said, " my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll."
>The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving He almost burst with happiness.
 "Honey," he said, "that explains the doll, but what about all of this money?
 Where did it come from?"
"Oh," she said, "that's the money I made from selling the dolls."

 A Prayer.......
 Dear Lord, I pray for Wisdom to understand my man; Love to forgive him; And Patience for his moods; Because Lord, if I pray for Strength, I'll beat him to death, because I don't know how to crochet.

Old Age, I decided, is gift.

I  am now, probably for the first time in my  life, the person I have always wanted to  be.  Oh, not my  body!  I sometime despair over my  body, the wrinkles, the baggy  eyes, and the sagging butt.  And  often I am taken aback by that old  person that lives in my mirror (who looks  like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.  

I  would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family  for less gray hair or a flatter   belly.  As I've aged, I've become  more kind to myself, and less  critical of myself. I've become my own  friend.  

I  don't chide myself  for eating that extra cookie, or for not making  my bed, or for buying  that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but  looks so avante garde on my patio.  I am entitled to a treat, to be  messy, to be  extravagant.  

I  have  seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before  they  understood  the great freedom that comes with aging. 

Whose business is it  if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until    noon?

I will dance  with  myself to those wonderful tunes of the  60&70's, and if I, at the  same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I  will.

I will  walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and  will  dive  into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances  from the jet set.

They too will get old.

I know I am  sometimes forgetful.  But there again, some of life is just  as  well  forgotten. And I  eventually remember the important things.  

Sure, over the years my heart has been   broken.   How can your heart not break  when you lose a loved  one,  or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets    hit by a car?  But broken hearts are what  give us strength and understanding and compassion.  A heart never  broken is pristine and   sterile  and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to  have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to    have my youthful laughs be forever etched into  deep grooves on my  face.  So many have never laughed, and so  many have died before  their hair could turn silver.    

As you get  older, it is easier to be positive. You care  less about what other  people think.  I  don't   question myself anymore.  I've even earned  the right to be wrong.  

 So, to answer your question,  I  like being old. It has set me free.   I  like the person I have become.  I am not going to live  forever,  but  while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what  could  have  been, or worrying about what will be.  And I shall eat dessert every  single day. (If I feel like it)



Just received this from my friend Tom and want to share it with all of you. 
 Enjoy and share with others.

  Short and Funnys Gems with music
Click link below.
This is so lovely - mothers and grandmothers especially will enjoy it.

This collection of pictures really brought back lots of childhood memories!
How many of these do you remember? 
Aluminum Christmas Trees
Washtub wringers 
45 RPM records
45 rpm spindles
Green Stamps 
Metal ice cubes trays with levers 
15 cent McDonald hamburgers
5 cent packs of baseball cards 
Penny candy 
Roller-skate keys 
Cigarettes for Christmas  (OMG!!)
Cork pop guns 
Plastic Army Men 
Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside 
Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
Coffee shops with table side jukeboxes
Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum
Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
Candy cigarettes
Chief Pontiac Signs
P.F. Fliers 
Telephone numbers with a word prefix...(Raymond 4-601). Party lines 
Howdy Dowdy
Marlin Perkins
Drive in Movies
Drive in restaurants
Car Hops
The Fuller Brush Man 
Sky King
Reel-To-Reel tape recorders 
Erector Sets 
25 cent a gallon gasoline
Jiffy Pop popcorn
5 cent stamps
Gum wrapper chains (#1 Study Hall activity!!)
5 cent Cokes
Speedy Alka-Seltzer
Falstaff Beer
Burma Shave signs
Brownie camera
Flash bulbs
TV Test patterns 
Old Yeller
Chef Boy-ar-dee
Fire escape tubes
Timmy and Lassie
Ding Dong Avon calling! 
Chatty Cathy dolls 
Topo Gigio


Some interesting old photos with some old cars & trains.

How tough were these guys?

When the Northwest logging industry was still young...

Just look at the length of the hand saw they needed...
...and look at the size of the heavy duty axes...
The work required very strong and courageous men...
After a tree was felled the real work began - a week or more to cut it up...
Maneuvering the logs down the mountain to the train was a complex job...
Some of the logs were larger than the train engine...
A hollowed out log became the company's mobile office...
Hollowed out logs were also used to house

Midlife Crisis

A glance in the mirror. Simple, yet altering somehow.I am not the child I once was, yet I can still see him there. Bright, happy, outgoing.

But wait, I pause to truly see the me I am today; lines and crevices mar the unspoiled face of childhood, mirroring the many paths I could have chosen.

I am not sixteen, I am not twenty, and I am no longer thirty-five. Time has marched across my features and I can scarcely remember the Never-Neverland of childish imaginings.

Yet, as I continue to gaze in the reflection, I see the features of family older and wiser in the shape and contour of my face. These family members gaze at me knowingly and understand the path I tread. A few of these family members remain while others reside in my memory only.

One day, those gathered in my mind will be the stuff of legend with a bit of fable thrown in. Family stories will be passed along to those who never knew the flesh and blood reality. Given enough time, most will be forgotten.

This chance encounter with the me in the mirror brings about a midlife crisis of sorts. And I find myself needing to make a choice.

I can attempt to mimic the me I recall in faulty memory or I can attempt to honor the memory of those I have known by being more like them. Yet, neither choice seems entirely agreeable.

Perhaps there is another choice.

The good old days are often the best of memories, sifted often and embellished with time. The future holds much promise, dreams, adventure, danger, new generations who do not see eye to eye with the past, declining health, perhaps loss of job, loss of memory and loss of my spouse.

My life is neither at the beginning and it may not be at the end. God delights in the heart of a child, so I choose that heart. God delights in maturity, so I chose this path.

God gave Moses his greatest assignment at the age of 80, Abraham became a parent at 100, Paul and John wrote significant words later in life. Through aches and pains, flesh thorns and heartache, God used these men.

I will not cower at the thought of the coming years. I want to run eagerly to my Savior's side and take His assignments gladly. I want to do so willingly.

Rather than looking back at the way things were, I want to look ahead to the way things could be. I want the heart of a child and the maturity of a wise man. I want to greet each day with a willingness to pursue the adventure called life. I won't do it by acting like someone half my age. I will do it with the help of an ageless God who loves me and understands that I am but dust.

I will associate with younger people. I will need to know what they think and how they see their world. I will surround myself with older people. I will need the wisdom they can offer. And I will not contribute one dime to the widening of the generation gap.

The me in the mirror is not what I once was. The me in the mirror is not the final word on who I will become. The me in the mirror is simply a reflection of today. A day that the Lord has made for my enjoyment and, more importantly, His purpose.

I walk away from the mirror with a smile on my face. I have things to do, crisis averted!

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  Click on the image. Old film fragments "glued" on a lovely melody ...put on your speakers.

  Klik på billedet. Gamle film fragmenter "limet" på en dejlig melodi ...Tænd for højttalere.

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Rare Old Pictures Page #1

In Old Days - Page #2

In Old Days - Page #3

In Old Days - Page #4

Winter in Toronto 1904 - 1912 - Page #5

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Winter 1962 -1963 in Holland.
End of November 1962 was already the prelude with a generous portion freezing weather. The only real vrieshel burst release on 22 December where the snow unseen proportions assumed.
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