My mamma whooped me once with a broke azalea bush in full bloom then made me pick up every bloom she beat off on me so they wouldn't be laying in the yard. Brother and I were racing bikes around the yard and he hit me in the back tire in Turn 2 and put me in the azaleas. She blamed me and didn't lay a finger on that little turd. I turned out responsible and he turned out a turd. And now if I ever threaten to whip one of my kids and she's around, she calls me down. Who are you and what did you do with my mamma?

Sounds like you grew up around Davidson high school.

I remember picking up Coke bottles from the ditches to get money for the rolling store. A lot of folks on here have no idea what I am talking about, but you could load up a big sack of candy from the bottle deposits you would get. He ran every Saturday morning about 10:00 and we usually had a dozen Coke bottles found by then. Still remember how excited we would get when we saw him coming down the old dirt road.

Man I am getting old. These times will never come again and the young folks now will never have any idea about the good times they are missing.

B

Does anyone else remember the can of Charles Chips? My parents had a couple of cans when I was a kid.

Played sports from the 9th grade to my senior year. All the athletics had to show their report cards each quarter or semester to the coaches. They had a paddle about half the size of a boat oar with holes drilled in the fat end.
You would bend over and grab your ankles and get one lick for a C, two licks for a D and three licks for an F.
In those days, we were graded on subjects as well as conduct. I made all A's and B's in the subjects but it took a few years to learn to keep my mouth shut.
Then when I got home, I had to face Mom on top of that.

Yep, they were delivered.

That's why I'd like to see more deposits on those type of items. Someone will pick them up.

I also picked up the coke bottles. We even got the bottles from our neighbors porches and garages without their knowledge and took them to the store for deposit.
We had some neighbors who had huge plum trees. We would pick their plums and go sell them to the corner grocery store. All without their knowledge.
Lived about 3 miles from the city golf course. Me and a couple buddies would ride our bikes to the golf course and look for golf balls in the woods and swim the lakes retrieving the balls and selling them back to the golfers.
We all had BB or pellet guns and the big thing was who could kill the first robin of the season. No prizes offered just bragging rights

Yeah they were awesome. They had a ketchup flavored chip that was really good

My parents used to make me go to bed when Peyton Place came on. I guess it was too risque for a kid.

Anyone remember Saturday night wrestling with Sterling Brewer as the host. Epp's Jewelers with the monkey of filing the watch to show you how tough it was?

News anchor Pat Gray?

Remember when Vulcan's light used to be green of no one was killed in a car accident and red when someone was?

Remember cruising around Eastwood mall in your car?

Remember Birmingham Bulls Hockey?

Anybody remember Country Boy Eddie and News anchor Grady Reeves? I bet the North Alabama men do.

B

Yep, both of them. I also remember watching The Black Sheep Squardon (Baa Baa Black Sheep), Starsky and Hutch, Hogans Heros, Six million Dollar Man, and Daisy Duke.

how bout Happy Hal Burns??

Sure do.

When I was 15 I was a Bricklayers helper learning, at 18 I was laying em. After that stint...screw that I knew there had to be something better.

The 2 channels I had shutdown at midnight (EST), and yes they played The National Anthem...............then the test pattern.

I remember Country Boy Eddie, not sure of Grady Reeves, never heard of Happy Hal Burns.

Country Boy makes me think of Tom York, also Dialing for Dollars.

How many of you grew up listening to tapes of Jerry Clower talk about Marcell and Eugene Ledbetter? That man had a gift. I remember one time me and my dad went to see him when he came to Gadsden one time. He was wearing a fire engine red suit. I laughed till I cried.

I also liked that red, white, and blue guitar Buck Owens always played. He and Roy Clark were always good together.

We watched The Wilburn Brothers, Porter Wagner, Flatt & Scruggs on Saturday evening on a black and white TV. A Coke was .06 in a 6 oz. bottle. Chips were .10. Cigarettes were .23 a pack at San Ann Service Stations. Gas was .20 a gallon and the Ford Falcon would go a long way on a "dollars worth". The saddest day was when JFK was assassinated. My Dad built a fallout shelter in fear of a nuclear war with the Soviet Union. Elementary teachers made us learn a Bible verse each week and devotional readings and prayer were on the P.A. system each morning. School lunches were .25 and were actually very good. Milk came in a bottle with a foil cap. Mom was at home while Dad worked to make a living. Dad smoked a pipe with Sir Walter Raleigh pipe tobacco in it and the aroma of that smoke smelled good. We didn't know it would kill you. We never had Red Man. We had Bloodhound and Black Moriah chewing tobacco. Red Seal or Bruton was the snuff of choice. Who could forget Dizzy Dean and the Saturday baseball games that he called that were sponsored by Falstaff. Times were different sure enough. I am not saying that all those things were right, Bible reading and prayer excepted. It was just the way it was. Walter Cronkite and David Brinkley were the news anchors. Country Boy Eddie was on every morning while we stood in front of the heater dressing for school. Biscuits came out of Mom's oven instead of Hardees. The only deer around was at Borden Springs or Chocollocco. Quail were on almost every fence row around cotton fields and corn fields on Sand Mountain. Pinto beans and potatoes were the main staple in our diet because they saved your parents lives during the depression. I could go on and on. Ah, the good old days. Dad is now gone and Mom is losing her memory, but I will never forget those times as a child. My grandchildren will never know the country that I grew up in. We never played anything that remotely resembled a video game. We played "kick the can" and "hide and go seek". You didn't have to worry about the neighbors fooling with the kids because you actually knew who your neighbors were. Bream were caught on a cane pole with Catawba worms and there was no such thing as a spinning reel or mono-filament fishing line. The fastest thing on the lake was a 10 h.p Johnson or Evinrude until the 20 h.p. Merc came along. If you couldn't reach the bottom with the paddle, it was deep. Summer days were long and hot, but the Blue Hole was always a good place to cool off. The windows were raised at night and the sound of a box fan and crickets would put you to sleep real quick. The greatest treat of your life was a .15 hamburger followed by a .05 ice cream cone at the local mom and pop hamburger joint on a Friday evening. That was pay-day. Mom always carried Dad his lunch on Friday and picked up his check to go shopping at the A&P. Green stamps were saved for redemption for some of the coolest things, like a set of matching tea glasses. Well that is enough. Don't make fun of me now.