Basic necessity?

LAWRENCE WELK!!!!!!

Who here might remember when the audience was a'dancin' and the lady's wig FLEW OFF!!!!

Hail far, but it were the hightlight (yes, that extra "t") of my childhood.
 
fencersmother said:
My DS called me from somewhere over the North Pole on his radio phone in the C5.... oh my gosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hadn't heard from him in weeks and it was 'bout the best (and shortest, and weirdest) call EVER.
Click to expand...
Usually HF radio phone patch. Works well even these days
 
My grandfather loved watching Lawrence Welk. I used to watch it with him on Saturday nights.
He dropped dead watching Lawrence Welk, as a matter of fact.
I think that he was probably happy, because if he could have chosen his check-out time, that was probably the way he wanted to go.
Well, maybe not so much in the middle of the program.

It was in 1972, I can joke about it now. ;)
 
Not much Lawrence Welk growing up, but we watched lots of Dean Martin Show.[emoji4]
 
Dean Martin's picture is painted all over most of Steubenville, Ohio. It is the best thing about that town, for sure.
 
Wishful said:
Remember back in the early 90's showing both my kids how to dial on a rotary phone. Aunt's phone # was Primrose5-xxxx.
Click to expand...

A few years back I drove my boys through the neighborhood I grew up in. Boston. I heard one son in the backseat say "Lookit guys! A phone booth! Just like in the movies!"

Apparently, without my realizing it, they'd never seen one in real life.
 
AROTC-dad said:
THParent said:
You could give your finger the "free ride" back to where it started, too.
Click to expand...
People used to get annoyed at phone numbers with lots of zeros or nines in it, because it took longer to dial! :rolleyes:

Wow it's hard to believe that I actually wax nostalgic for my old flip phone.
Remember these?

flip-phones-1519408496.gif
Click to expand...

Flip phones were the definition of cool.
 
Capt MJ said:
StPaulDad said:
In college my father used to hitchhike back to school sometimes. In order to let his parents know he'd made it back safely he'd place a collect call from Myron Florin, which my grandfather would cheerfully decline. (I am descended from some really cheap people.)
Click to expand...

Uh oh. I actually know who Myron Floren is. My dad taught me to dance to the Lawrence Welk show when I was a little girl. I loved to polka with my dad around the family room. He would waltz with my mom. It was my job to get up and manually change the channel on the TV, from ABC to NBC to CBS and maybe one or two more public stations. When I was older, I was allowed to fiddle with the rabbit ears.
[emoji23][emoji23][emoji23][emoji23]
Click to expand...

You were rich. We had to use pliers to change the channel on our one 19-inch black and white TV set, as the dial was broken.

Of course, there were only something like 6 channels to choose from. TV Guide or the Boston Globe TV page (which was a thing) told us what was on at any given time.

Half the year TV nights were dedicated to the Big Bad (Boston) Bruins. The other half, the Red Sox. The Boston Celtics, who were great, were never watched in my house. The Patriots were watched haphazardly (as they were always horrible) after Sunday Mass, when Mom made pancakes and bacon and Dad popped open a few Narragansetts.

And there was always Fonzie and Archie Bunker and M*A*S*H and Carole Burnett and the Waltons.

When Mom and Dad had bowling night together we'd watch "Three's Company" (after 9:00 PM - such rebellion) without their knowing.
 
StPaulDad said:
fencersmother said:
When we first moved to the Steeler Nation - before cell phones, though car phones were beginning to take hold, at a huge price - it was a long distance call for us to call ANYONE outside of our local exchange. So, my husband's office, three miles away, cost me 25 cents/minute to call, if one chose the basic phone package.

I still remember that old phone commercial where the new father makes a collect call and says his name, which was recorded for insertion into the callee's message: "We had a baby, it's a boy!" in fast speech.

MCI transformed my life when I lived over 2000 miles from the rest of my family and each sibling, niece, nephew, parent, grandparent, wanted to talk to me on Sundays. I remember getting a phone bill before then that was $400 - and that was without the boyfriend calls. MCI - monthly bill, unlimited calls.
Click to expand...

In college my father used to hitchhike back to school sometimes. In order to let his parents know he'd made it back safely he'd place a collect call from Myron Florin, which my grandfather would cheerfully decline. (I am descended from some really cheap people.)
Click to expand...
My family did that also . I think it was very common at the time
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top