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who says us old geezers won't change?

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26 comments

  • Fred1911

    Old but not obsolete 😏

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  • scooterdriver

    Bravo @discusdad you made it. Lived thru all that and feel I had it no better...and no worse…than those before and those after. You just get about the business of living and do your best.

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  • elubsme

    We are a dying breed, pun intended.

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  • He Dog


    dude! You got started dating way later than the rest of us young studs!

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  • Brookwood

    YUP! Did all that and the best part are my memories of talking to those that went from horse and buggy to planes, trains, and automobiles! Priceless!!

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  • love2shoot

    And, our music slays! See what I said there? Picked that up from the neighbor kid.

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  • Mobuck

    From a well trained team of horses who walked between the corn rows while cultivating to auto-steer tractors that can follow their same path within a couple of inches time after time.

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  • Horse Plains Drifter
    Fred1911: 30069419772059/comments/30069404767003

    Old but not obsolete 😏

    Yep!

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  • austin20

    Proud to be a BOOMER

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  • dunbarboyz

    I have two son in laws that can't change a spark plug. And won't try if dear old dad will do it for them.

    We are the last tough do anything generation. Take a bow gentlemen you can't be replaced.

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  • KL

    Gen-X baybeeee!!! And happy to be so. Not yet a geezer but looking forward to the day I am.

    I approve of geezers, codgers, coots, and scurrilous reprobates. Thanks for that term, @BobJudy!

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  • austin20
    KL: 30069419772059/comments/30069412281755

    Gen-X baybeeee!!! And happy to be so. Not yet a geezer but looking forward to the day I am.

    I approve of geezers, codgers, coots, and scurrilous reprobates. Thanks for that term, @BobJudy!

    Hey, dont forget these guys


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  • savage170

    There is a few on that list that I'm still resist.

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  • He Dog
    Brookwood: 30069419772059/comments/30069411876507

    YUP! Did all that and the best part are my memories of talking to those that went from horse and buggy to planes, trains, and automobiles! Priceless!!

    My grandfather was born in horse and buggy days, rode a early motorcycle, and lived to see men walk on the moon.

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  • Oakie

    I would love to go back to the sixties, when life was so simple. We played outside until the street lights came on. Everyone rode a bicycle or walked to school with all our friends. We had a key on a string, around our neck, to let ourselves in when we got home. You could walk down main street with a rifle or shotgun, and everyone knew you were going hunting, not robbing a store. We listened to the ball game on the west coast, as we fell asleep. The national anthem played at midnight, when all the station were going off the air. If you owned a Schwinn stingray, you were the coolest kid on the block. Then we would chop them with extended forks, put playing cards in the spokes with clothespins. We all grabbed any piece of wood we could find, to donate to our secret fort in the woods. We would build a fire and cook hot dogs, tell scary stories, then fall asleep under the stars. Mom and dad always knew where we were. If you got caught, the police would bring you home, and dad would whoop your backside, until it was black and blue. McDonalds was a rare treat, for special occasions. Dad taught us how to hunt and fish, what signs to look for in the woods and what bait to use to catch fish. Boys went to boy scouts and girls went to girl scouts. Us boys all wore chuck Taylor, high top, converse sneakers if we were lucky. We played stick ball, with whatever we could find for a ball and bat, usually moms broken broom stick and a tennis ball we found at the playground. We had some of the best muscle cars ever made. We would hang out at the local custard stand on Friday nights and then spend hours cruising up and down main street. We would head out to the "sticks", to drag race or hang out with our girlfriend and boyfriends. We respected our local cops, because they all knew our parents and we were raised to do so. Yeah, I miss growing up in the 60's. Oak

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  • 62vld2042
    Oakie: 30069419772059/comments/30069398171419

    I would love to go back to the sixties, when life was so simple. We played outside until the street lights came on. Everyone rode a bicycle or walked to school with all our friends. We had a key on a string, around our neck, to let ourselves in when we got home. You could walk down main street with a rifle or shotgun, and everyone knew you were going hunting, not robbing a store. We listened to the ball game on the west coast, as we fell asleep. The national anthem played at midnight, when all the station were going off the air. If you owned a Schwinn stingray, you were the coolest kid on the block. Then we would chop them with extended forks, put playing cards in the spokes with clothespins. We all grabbed any piece of wood we could find, to donate to our secret fort in the woods. We would build a fire and cook hot dogs, tell scary stories, then fall asleep under the stars. Mom and dad always knew where we were. If you got caught, the police would bring you home, and dad would whoop your backside, until it was black and blue. McDonalds was a rare treat, for special occasions. Dad taught us how to hunt and fish, what signs to look for in the woods and what bait to use to catch fish. Boys went to boy scouts and girls went to girl scouts. Us boys all wore chuck Taylor, high top, converse sneakers if we were lucky. We played stick ball, with whatever we could find for a ball and bat, usually moms broken broom stick and a tennis ball we found at the playground. We had some of the best muscle cars ever made. We would hang out at the local custard stand on Friday nights and then spend hours cruising up and down main street. We would head out to the "sticks", to drag race or hang out with our girlfriend and boyfriends. We respected our local cops, because they all knew our parents and we were raised to do so. Yeah, I miss growing up in the 60's. Oak

    Yep.......1955 to 1965 are what I consider the best/golden years of growing up. 👍😉

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  • cbxjeff

    I am NOT a geezer.

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  • KenK/84Bravo

    @Oakie nails it. That is what I remember, as well.

    We all drank water out of the garden hose and didn't die. Etc.

    You'd get run out of the house in the am and your Mom would tell you, come home when it get's dark and we'll eat. Otherwise, She wanted you to be outside, playing with your friends. (All day.)

    Your Parent's friends, had permission to beat your butt, if you were miss-behaving. In which case, you were gonna get your butt beat when you got home, also. (So could the Principle and all your Teachers.) Try that today. 🤔

    Need $$? Here is lawnmower. See if anyone wants their yard mown. Wintertime? Here is a snow shovel. See if anyone needs their driveway/walkway shoveled. (After you do ours. Gratis.)

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  • Bubba Jr.

    Personally, I would rather go back to the 50s with the funds I have now. But then I'm an old geezer. 😁

    Joe

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  • KenK/84Bravo

    Could you see yourself trying to ask your Parent's for a dollar or two, in order to buy a bottle of water? They'd have cried laughing themselves silly. 😂🤣

    Who'd a thought that would take off like it did? (Talk about a markup.)

    Crazy.

    *Not to mention all the plastic bottles in our landfill and Ocean's. 😣

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  • KL

    My dad always had a coin jar on the table next to his chair. I remember pilfering it looking for wheat pennies.

    The fascination of sifting thru coins and finding a fifty year old 'artifact' worth exactly 1¢ is gone. Probably no such thing as a dad who has his own chair, either.

    And yes, we would sometimes sit in his chair just to make him laugh. But we always had to move. It was his chair and those were the rules.

    Dad never really changed, though. The only change was in that jar.

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  • Oakie
    KL: 30069419772059/comments/30069426781211

    My dad always had a coin jar on the table next to his chair. I remember pilfering it looking for wheat pennies.

    The fascination of sifting thru coins and finding a fifty year old 'artifact' worth exactly 1¢ is gone. Probably no such thing as a dad who has his own chair, either.

    And yes, we would sometimes sit in his chair just to make him laugh. But we always had to move. It was his chair and those were the rules.

    Dad never really changed, though. The only change was in that jar.

    I have my own chair and I'm the only one that sits in it.......When my wife says I can😔

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  • austin20

    Speaking of wives. I wear the pants in our family…. My wife said I could

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  • buddyb

    My grandmother lived from the very first model T to see the space shuttle.The depression,brothers in WW1,a son in WW2,Korea and a grandson in Viet Nam and she was not unique.Many ladies of her generation had it much worse.

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  • pulsarnc

    My grandparents went from horse and buggy to the moon walk . Talk about the changes they saw in all those years , truly mind-boggling

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  • hillbille

    I used to tell my grandkids their great grandmother, my mom, actually knew and talked to people who were in the civil war!!! almost all my moms great uncles and her grandfather were in the war, all union except one brother who fought for the confederacy..........

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