I Remember

I Remember

I remember stupid stuff from my youth; stuff that my kids would not remember.  Why am I posting this stupid stuff?  Why not, it is fun to remember.  Oh and thanks to blog buddy “fishducky” http://fishducky.blogspot.com/ for an email which stirred some of these stupid memories.

I remember:

Lucky Strikes were the cigarette of choice.  Their slogan was L S M F T which stood for “Lucky Strikes mean fine tobacco.”  To adolescent boys, it stood for “Loose straps mean floppy tits.” This was always followed by giggles.

If you saw an empty Lucky’s pack on the street you could step on the big red spot, yell “Lucky Strike” and belt your friend on the arm as hard as you could…hey, it was a rule.

If you saw a car with one headlight out you yelled “Pididdle” and you kissed your girl friend.  If you were driving with a dude, you belted him on the arm as hard as you could.

If you could fake hit a friend and he flinched, you yelled, “Made you flinch” and you hit him on the arm as hard as you could.  An alternate rule had you yell “Two for flinching” and you could hit him twice, but not hard, then you slapped him and hollered "have to wipe it off"…rules were rules, it was all very clear.

I remember we hit our friends on the arm a lot.

On a close play in baseball, “Tie goes to the runner.”

Fourth down in touch-football you had to declare if you were going to punt or go for a touchdown.  The team on defense always yelled, “Kick or stick?”

I remember singing stupid jingles:

“Pepsi Cola hits the spot, makes you vomit on a dot, looks like water, tastes like wine, Oh my gosh it’s turpentine.”

“Whistle while you work, Hitler is a jerk, Mussolini bit his peenie, now it doesn’t work.”  The war was over before we were born and we still sang this…go figure.

“No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers dirty looks” after the last day of school.”

We had a refrigerator in our kitchen, but mom and dad always called it the “Ice Box.”

Our 1955 VW Bug had a 32 HP engine.  It did not have a gas gage; it did have a yard stick in the trunk which you stuck in the tank to see how much gas was left.  If you ran out of gas, you flipped a lever allowing you to use 1 ½ gallons in a reserve tank.  That was good for about 50 miles.

I remember Birthday parties without goody bags.

I remember holding on to the TV “Rabbit Ears antennae” during a crucial game because if you let go the reception sucked.

We stuck baseball cards in our bicycle spokes with a clothes pin to make your bike sound like a motorcycle.

I remember picking deposit bottles from a construction site to turn in at the grocery store to buy candy with the profit…2 cents an empty.

I remember listening to the radio the morning of a snow storm to find out if you had school or not.

I remember my Dad coming home from the hospital after almost dying from a heart issue.  He brought home a pack of Kent cigarettes.  They were safe because they had this funny thing on the end called a filter.

I remember following the DDT truck around the neighborhood as it sprayed all the trees…sure smelled good.

I remember lots more stuff, but this post is getting too long. 

What stupid stuff do you remember?