Yeah, we had a backward-facing wayback seat in our big old green Plymouth station wagon...must've been a '57 or '58. Made a lot of faces at the folks in the cars behind us.
we only had glass milk bottles and they had pull off caps! Reminds me of an old joke. Two drunks in a bar. "Sorry I'm late, I got a flat tire when I ran over a milk bottle." Other drunk, You couldn't see a milk bottle in the road?" First drunk, "No the kid had it under his coat"We could take some milk carton tops to the theater on Saturday morning for free movies. It was a really long walk into town to that dang theater. And twice as far back.
We could take some milk carton tops to the theater on Saturday morning for free movies. It was a really long walk into town to that dang theater. And twice as far back.
Dad had a milk route with those glass bottles. I used to ride with him and loved getting a cold bottle of chocolate milk off the ice in the back of the truck for lunch.
He drove one of these.
Growing up in MD in the 70's we had a milk man and an egg man, different guys but other local farmers. Also, A-Treat soda truck would come around, lots of flavors in thick glass bottles. my mom used to let us each pick 4 bottles since there were 3 of us kids to make a case. they were capped but we had these rubber bail things we'd stop the bottles back up with. I haven't thought of that in 30 years!
When we moved to PA we had a Charlie Chip man and a Jewel T man (like a five and dime in a panel truck). I can still get A-Treat soda but it's plastic 2 liters in the grocery....not the same
Yeah, but dad's swinging arm couldn't reach you in the "wayback".
My God, LOL... after Dads studebaker, we had a 1962 Plymouth station wagon, I think it seated 16......." you know what I mean" It was huge..... Mom had an elastic arm and could smack any kid "ANY where in the car"Don't you make me have to stop this car!"
My God, I caught this tread late but, hate to say it, after reading all your posts, my how it bring's back things. Here's one, my Dad had a 59 studebaker lark and we would go get ice cream at the local stand then he would get gas at the Sinclair station after that on friday night.
YES! RUMBLE SEATS! My dad restored Model A's (then later Corvairs) another memory this thread as jared looseAnyone remember riding in a rumble seat? I was lucky enough as a young tyke to ride with an aunt to the lake in a Model A roadster with one. Fun stuff. I also remember riding to the same Kirk Lake in the back of my dad's 1951 red International pickup. It was almost as good as riding a motorcycle. Can't do that anymore.
Brother Bart, I can agree in some places, but I must say people down here at the shore were a little more self consience about that. Yes we did have our litter bugs but they were mainly tourists. In the early 60's my mother and father were always on us kid's about bringing in your trash if you were out playing.Because whenever the burger or soda, or even the newspaper was finished it went out the car window.
One of the many things that is a lot better now than those old days. The roadsides of this country were literally, should say litterly, covered in trash. Because whenever the burger or soda, or even the newspaper was finished it went out the car window.
We have come a long way on that one.
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