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My Mother And Grandmother Demonstrating Safety Standards In The 1960s23 Vintage Photos Of Old-School Parenting That Would Never Fly Today
Cartoonist
(7,326 posts)They're probably only a few feet off the ground. Still, it'll hurt if they fall as there's no snow.
brush
(53,978 posts)rurallib
(62,492 posts)Wonder how we ever survived.
Haggis for Breakfast
(6,831 posts)rurallib
(62,492 posts)sure did.
Haggis for Breakfast
(6,831 posts)so as to place it around the shoulders of your date. They were quite the rage at one time. Like the tops of gear shifts, they came in all sorts of decorations. Right up there with the fuzzy dice on the rear view.
I forget when they were outlawed.
Wounded Bear
(58,799 posts)Was a popular item to make in shop.
irisblue
(33,067 posts)The adults right arm would snap out during a quick stop to hold us against the passenger seat.
El Mimbreno
(778 posts)Says it's an instinctive mom thing.
Laffy Kat
(16,396 posts)And we all wear seat belts. They always say, "Mommmm".
Blue_playwright
(1,568 posts)Nt
ProudLib72
(17,984 posts)Baby needs fresh air!
El Mimbreno
(778 posts)but for cats. This is definitely a different concept.
Rhiannon12866
(207,016 posts)When we were little and riding with her in the car, when she came to a stop, she'd automatically reach her arm out to hold back the child sitting next to her. Of course, this was before seat belts...
Haggis for Breakfast
(6,831 posts)Before we knew the danger of toxic chemicals in household products, we had all kinds of poisons as cleansers, cleaning products and the like in our homes in the 50s.
I remember watching my Mum show me how to use the new liquid toilet bowl cleaner and swish the brush under the rim and all that. Some of the liquid splashed on her pantyhose and burned right through them to her skin. She whipped off her pantyhose, as they were still disintegrating and started to run water on her leg to get the cleaner off her skin. She ended up with an acid-like burn on her leg that required medical attention.
Yikes. Now we all know better, but back then . . . . (put skull and cross bones here).
tblue37
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Submariner
(12,516 posts)As a little kid, my Mother would drag me along everywhere shopping, and I could be found in the shoe department watching my piggies wiggle in the green glowing x-ray machine. I'd spend 10 to 15 minutes a week for a few years playing with those machines.
Collimator
(1,640 posts)As a feminine hygiene product. Because a woman needed to keep herself "fresh" to ensure her husband's continued interest.
Locrian
(4,522 posts)yonder
(9,687 posts)and left with a small $5.00 bottle of Iodine. Just because. Old time's sake I guess. I looked for a bottle of Methiolate? too but didn't see one. I remember using Mercurochrome as well - was that the same as Methiolate?
It's funny how memories persist because walking out of the store with the Iodine, I kept thinking this is going to sting like hell even though I had no need to use it. Just holding the bottle made me anticipate the stinging.
Locrian
(4,522 posts)I remember skinned knees and cuts - then suddenly it disappeared from the medicine cabinet to be replaced by iodine!
I think I remember my mom saying "the stinging means it's working"! LOL
pansypoo53219
(21,016 posts)vodka was ok, but whiskey was better. uncle thought i would choke on amaretto before i was legal. ha. can i have another? no, i am not a big drinker.
rurallib
(62,492 posts)we would drink from their beers. So did the other kids that were there. I was probably @5.
For that matter mother would send down to that same tavern to get her cigarettes and beer with a note and some money. We would pull the wagon down and pick up a case of Falstaff and 2 packs of Pall Mall.
Haggis for Breakfast
(6,831 posts)They'd rubber band the dollar bills and the clerk would put the change in the bag ! I was - maybe - seven !
rurallib
(62,492 posts)El Mimbreno
(778 posts)My dad told me of going to the tavern with a pail to get beer for his dad, a foundry worker in Chicago. This would have been around 1915-1920.
Listen my children and you shall hear,
Of the midnight run of a pail of beer.
Over the wall,
Over the fence,
I've got the pail,
Where's the 15 cents?
Laffy Kat
(16,396 posts)My parents would have neighbors over for cocktails on Friday nights and my parents always let me sip their drinks. By the time I was six, I could identify gin, vodka, rum, vermouth and all the whiskies. I could take a beer out of the fridge and drink it at home any time as a teenager, although I didn't really want to very often. I never went out with friends just to "get drunk" I didn't see the point, and by the time I was out of the house, I couldn't stand any of the hard liquor and still don't like it. Today it's just an occasional beer, glass of wine, or Margarita.
yonder
(9,687 posts)all the fuss is about and experiment as you can, sometimes with poor results. But with a healthy, out in the open approach you take it for what it is - or not.
I admire that upbringing, LK. That wasn't the case for us.
Cold War Spook
(1,279 posts)I hated Scotch so I didn't drink, but my collie like a little scotch, just enough that his front legs crossed when he walked. My black lab in San Jose CA only drank wine. He would sneak out and drink with the men on the corner. Then I learned about Jim Beam, beer and hashish all at the same time while stationed in Turkey. I found the army a very pleasant experience.
Rebl2
(13,621 posts)good old days-not.
El Mimbreno
(778 posts)And non-locking seat backs. I also remember my tooth mark on the dash of dad's 52 Plymouth from when he had to make a sudden stop and my mom, with me on her lap, pitched forward.
And how about teen employment? Much of the stuff I did is now illegal for teens.
Worked at a bank (mail clerk, etc) afternoons and summers during high school. When statements were to be mailed, I'd sometimes work until 8 or 9 pm, pull my car around to the side door, load up the mail bags and take them to the post office. School night? so what? Picked up registered mail, with a police escort. Hauled bags of rolled coin from the vault to the tellers (4 bags at a time; probably weighed more than I did!)
But I survived, and I'm perfectly normal. I think.
Initech
(100,155 posts)mgardener
(1,825 posts)From NY in the way back of a station wagon. We had comforters and pillows. The luggage was in between the front seats and back.
I remember our first car with seat belts.
caraher
(6,279 posts)It's not quite as far to the ground as you might think
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