The Good Old Days-2011 Edition

#103
#103
Not yet, but I was talking to a buddy about it earlier. Used to be an RC bottling company down on Sevier Ave back in the day. Back in the day, they lined the bottle cap with cork. You could remove the cork and put it inside your T shirt while putting the cap on the outside of your T shirt and press the two together. The cap would hang on your shirt like a badge.
 
#106
#106
I don't remember cork in the caps, sly. I loved walking to the country store down the road as a kid. They had everything from crown bologna to stove pipe and everything in between.
 
#107
#107
Those old mom/pop stores were the best. They're all gone now. That's all we knew growing up. My first memory of going to the store with Mama was that she bought some sugar, flour, salt and a pouch of tobacco for Dad to roll his cigarettes. We didn't need anything else. We had chickens for eggs and food. Someone down the road had a cow and they supplied everyone in the area with FREE milk and butter. Someone had hogs that everyone feed and helped with the slaughter. The benefits from the slaughter were divided among everyone. It was pretty much a self sustaining little community to live in. Everyone helped out. So and so needed wood, it was there. Everything was given and nothing had a price. Money was never mentioned. We were all poor and everyone contributed or helped in some way. Barns went up for free. House repairs/whatever. Back to the store. It was simply called Holloway's. It was an old wooden structure in the shape of an L. You had to step up about a foot to get on the porch. Obviously was built when the road was only dirt or wagon tracks due to the high porch. The floor inside was some sort of oiled wood. When you entered, there was a display case on the left and one on the right. Probably 10-15 feet long. Can't remember what was in the one on the left, but the one on the right had candy among other things. Only a slim choice back then. Penny candy. Bubble gum, candy drops, etc. They had maybe 3 or 4 long shelves on the right behind the display cases. This was canned goods in tin cans. No meat, vegetables or fruit. You'd get that at the Market House downtown if you wanted or needed it. Tobacco products were on the left somewhere with the shoe laces, materials for making clothes and what not. There was an arched or squared, don't remember, open doorway at the back. In this area was a big black wood stove. There were maybe a half dozen or so cane back chairs around it in a semi-circle. This is where the men would gather to shoot the bull, trade knifes and stuff. To the right of that was a long curtain on a rod. This lead to the bedroom and kitchen where the Holloways lived. Mrs. Holloway was the typical old country woman of the era. Gray hair in a bun. Maybe 5 feet tall. Measurements were probably the same from her shoulders to her feet. Couldn't tell because of the dress and apron she always wore. Dress was always homemade print material that buttoned closely around the neck and fell almost to the floor. Always an apron over it. Mr. Holloway was always in a collared shirt with overalls. Big red Coke machine on the left of the store that took a nickel for each drink. Until they went to six cents. I'm sure I've left out a lot in my haste. But, to be able to go back to that time would be my heaven.
 
#108
#108
CardiacKid said:
I don't remember cork in the caps, sly. I loved walking to the country store down the road as a kid. They had everything from crown bologna to stove pipe and everything in between.
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Don't remember when that stopped. Guessing late fifties or very early sixties.
 
#109
#109
Slydell said:
Don't remember when that stopped. Guessing late fifties or very early sixties.
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I'm not as old but i can relate to a lot of that. I grew up on a small farm. We milked a cow, churned butter and seperated the cream. Had chickens for eggs and sunday dinner. We also slaughtered hogs, cured the hams and shoulders, made sausage. We cured the midlins for sow belly bacon. We raised tobacco. Thats where my christmas money came from. I would do tractor work for the subdivision folks that wanted a garden plowed or a vacant lot bush hogged. Thats how i normally made cash in the summer. Lots of hard work but i miss it. That hard work and those responsibilities helped make me who i am today.
 
#110
#110
CardiacKid said:
I'm not as old but i can relate to a lot of that. I grew up on a small farm. We milked a cow, churned butter and seperated the cream. Had chickens for eggs and sunday dinner. We also slaughtered hogs, cured the hams and shoulders, made sausage. We cured the midlins for sow belly bacon. We raised tobacco. Thats where my christmas money came from. I would do tractor work for the subdivision folks that wanted a garden plowed or a vacant lot bush hogged. Thats how i normally made cash in the summer. Lots of hard work but i miss it. That hard work and those responsibilities helped make me who i am today.
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We never had to work on the farm or anything like that. But, being raised at the time a learning the values was great. We had two hills that covered about 15-20 acres with a "holler" in between. That was one place we lived for the most of my younger life. No indoor plumbing or running water, but we didn't know or think that was a must have. It was very good times. Dad would make kites for us to fly. Used two sticks and an old newspaper. We'd lay in the grass on one of the hills just watching clouds all day. In the distance, you could see the smoke trails traveling across the horizon. That was from the trains coming into and leaving Knoxville. I would always daydream about being on those trains and traveling to far away places. Took awhile, but I finally got to realize those dreams. Always wanted to see what was over the hill, around the corner and past the mountains. People across the way had a cold stream running through there property. They had a cistern (I think that's what it was called) in the stream where everyone kept their milk and butter.
 
#112
#112
Nope. Me either. It was all good. Any bad times passed quickly. Rub some dirt on it and get back in the game. Are you from the tri city area originally?
 
#113
#113
Born and raised. I have thought about moving a few times. Came very close to it once. Think i'll wait till retirement to move.
 
#114
#114
If you like it there, should be a good retirement place. You never know what's around the bend, though. Been everywhere and lived all over the country. Never been to Utah before 2006. Ended up retiring here in 2008.
 
#115
#115
I grew up in transition times. My pre-teen and teen years were late 70's to mid 80's. We were about three miles from town. Could ride our bikes everywhere with no worries. Would even ride 6 plus miles out in the county to friends houses. We would always ride or walk to Ben Franklin to get candy. No phones. Just tell mom you were going to town and be back in a time frame that indicated there were no problems.
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#116
#116
Slydell said:
Those old mom/pop stores were the best. They're all gone now. That's all we knew growing up. My first memory of going to the store with Mama was that she bought some sugar, flour, salt and a pouch of tobacco for Dad to roll his cigarettes. We didn't need anything else. We had chickens for eggs and food. Someone down the road had a cow and they supplied everyone in the area with FREE milk and butter. Someone had hogs that everyone feed and helped with the slaughter. The benefits from the slaughter were divided among everyone. It was pretty much a self sustaining little community to live in. Everyone helped out. So and so needed wood, it was there. Everything was given and nothing had a price. Money was never mentioned. We were all poor and everyone contributed or helped in some way. Barns went up for free. House repairs/whatever. Back to the store. It was simply called Holloway's. It was an old wooden structure in the shape of an L. You had to step up about a foot to get on the porch. Obviously was built when the road was only dirt or wagon tracks due to the high porch. The floor inside was some sort of oiled wood. When you entered, there was a display case on the left and one on the right. Probably 10-15 feet long. Can't remember what was in the one on the left, but the one on the right had candy among other things. Only a slim choice back then. Penny candy. Bubble gum, candy drops, etc. They had maybe 3 or 4 long shelves on the right behind the display cases. This was canned goods in tin cans. No meat, vegetables or fruit. You'd get that at the Market House downtown if you wanted or needed it. Tobacco products were on the left somewhere with the shoe laces, materials for making clothes and what not. There was an arched or squared, don't remember, open doorway at the back. In this area was a big black wood stove. There were maybe a half dozen or so cane back chairs around it in a semi-circle. This is where the men would gather to shoot the bull, trade knifes and stuff. To the right of that was a long curtain on a rod. This lead to the bedroom and kitchen where the Holloways lived. Mrs. Holloway was the typical old country woman of the era. Gray hair in a bun. Maybe 5 feet tall. Measurements were probably the same from her shoulders to her feet. Couldn't tell because of the dress and apron she always wore. Dress was always homemade print material that buttoned closely around the neck and fell almost to the floor. Always an apron over it. Mr. Holloway was always in a collared shirt with overalls. Big red Coke machine on the left of the store that took a nickel for each drink. Until they went to six cents. I'm sure I've left out a lot in my haste. But, to be able to go back to that time would be my heaven.
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my dad grew up on the farm in Cookeville. I never had the pleasure as his profession landed us south of Atlanta where I knew as home. But the farm is always there and want to move back. They already have after retiring. But, I was raised in those values and cherish them to this day. Back in his day, there was a mill in the river, one of the cousins had a country store at their house before he grew up. The farm was in 4 parts divided among the his dad' siblings. Has been in the family since pre-civil war. Waterfall for swimming holes. Neat place
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#117
#117
Wow a lot of old people in here.
 

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#122
#122
Easier way. Take a cup and bottle opener. Pop the cap off and hold cup underneath. Free drinks....if not caught.
 
#123
#123
As this is currently my favorite thread, I thought I would add another gem for today...

My older cousins had these and I was super jealous. I remember when Evel was a hot name.
 

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#124
#124
I remember when I believed in the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus. Innocence lost and it never comes again.
 
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