Four fingers worth for just 10 bucks.

Rex Trailer,
crew cut with the waxed front,
getting the milk from the old guy in a horse drawn wagon.
jolly cholleys
burger chef and jeff
staying up late to watch star trek, think it was on at 9pm on sundays
seem to remember there was a bottle bill back in the 60's in mass.
Ed sullivan show
beatles

Like my brother said, "you could hitchhike all over and not worry about some pervert picking you up".

There were clams in front of the old cottage in Eastham. Somebody named Mike dug them all up.

There was no CCNS and all you needed for a parking space at Coast Guard Beach was to get there early.

When Cranberry Cove was the business located at the Orleans rotary, not whats there now.

When Frank Sargeant owned the best tackle shop on Cape Cod, and he had yet to be elected govenor.

When the Eastham Superette was for sale for $98,000.00 when I was a kid and someone I knew was thinking of buying it, but felt it was too much money.

When the Marconi station was just that, what was left of the actual Marconi station. When you could actually see the cement slabs the support towers were on and what was left of the heavy cable. And the two-story barracks that were there that were used by CCC kids from New York city in the summer.

When you could drive out to the ocean turning right on the dirt road at the Marconi station and along the dunes ridge until you got to the end. Then you would run down the dunes with your surfboard to the waters' edge. Then like a stupid jerk you had to walk back up those friekin dunes after exhausting yourself surfing. But heh, its all good when your sixteen.

When the Whiting family still had the "to go" food stand at Nauset Beach, in Eastham, at the end of Cable Road. And someone named Martha lived just down the street.:bl:

When you could drive low water coming in off of North Beach going 50 or 60 m.p.h. and no one was there to stop you.

When the "Guns of Navarone" was a first run movie at the Wellfleet drive-in. And I snuck in the drive-in by squeezing in the luggage well in the back of my fathers 65 Chevy belair wagon, that my sister was driving, with someone named Tara in the well with me. I stayed there for a while after the movie started.:bl:

When well-to-do people driving Lincoln Continentals with suicide doors would pick up a kid carrying a surfboard hitching to Coast Guard beach just so they could meet some kid they thought was a beach bum. They were being cool. Ah, simpler times.

When you were in good enough shape as a kid to jog from route 6 in Eastham home, 1.6 miles away in 12/14 minutes, at midnight, after getting out of work from washing dishes at the Grist Mill Restaurant, and not breaking a sweat hardly. If I was lucky the old chief of police, Winnie Knowles, would be leaving the police station and give me a lift part of the way. Oh yah, the cruiser at the time was a 1951 green chevy with a bubble gum light on top.

When the last day of school was the beginning of summer and it was truly a special day.

When the vehicle of choice for staid Cape Codders was known as the Cape Cod Cadillac, actually it was the wood paneled side Jeep Grand Wagoneer.

Major Mudd
Bozo the clown
Boomtown w/Rex Trailer
(I was on all three shows as a kid)

MAKING your own Hires Root Beer in our kitchen sink, and being the most popular family on the block in the summer when it was ready to drink.

TV had UHF and VHF, and stations didn't broadcast all day and night.

ARBY's Roast beef
MAKING your own pizzas (with 9 kids to feed) on Friday nights.
Running to the "packy" for dad, with the hopes of "keeping the change". (They knew who you were, and what your dad drank.)
Drugs were what you got WHEN you were sick, not to make you sick.
You didn't describe your friends by the color of their skin, religion or nationality, but just as "your friends".

I used to sew my sneakers together with monofilament to get another month of use (to save mom having to buy me new ones).

Getting "hand-me-downs" and thinking they were gifts.

You might want to consider writing a book. Even the memories of those things are disappearing fast.

Stripsnpr, at 56 years of age I have yet to separate myself from these memories sufficiently enough that things I do every day now are effected by happenings/life experiences then.

To be a teenager during the 1960's on the Cape was a special experience.

Swimmer.. even tho your 5-6 years my senior.. we musta crossed paths.. or, we went to different schools together ;)
Great Stuff.. ya got my memory bank churning for certain. :uhuh:

Remember when health insurance was affordable...

What about Billy Beer?

ok how about when Men were Men and Women were Women and we were glad they were !:hihi:

not in p-town

How about when the punks really got their ears pinned back. :tooth:

:rotflmao::rotflmao::rotflmao:

Gas $.29.9. Get $1.00 worht of gas and $2.00 worth of oil please and don't even think of calling me on Monday night's at 8pm. Laugh-In was on.

Remember the jingles on the Cape radio stations? Cliquo Club Soda and Thompson's Clam Bar. One of the Thompson's is now Montano's in North Truro, Where's the other? KarlF, Capesams? Hmmmmmm??

Remember when "Race Run" was the tackle shop in P-town? You could drive from Long Point to Hatches Harbor. Hunt pheasant at the dike at the P-town airport. Pick cranberries there, too. Hell, dig clams there as well! That was when the CCNS was still sizing us up. We could drive ALL the dune trails and sometimes had to when the weather was extra sour. ALL year long. The train, now a bike trail or worse ( summersquidvillas) would come to North Truro and all of us kids would run out and wave to the conductor. The Station was right next to where my Grandfather Francis worked as an engineer for the Cold Storeage. I'd go with him before suppertime and "help" pick out a coupla Haddock or whiting and he'd teach me how to clean fish. We'd watch the trapboats come over from P-town and empty the weirs that stood in front of the Cold Storage. There was a Bayberry candle factory across the drive from the Cold Storage. The fellow who owned it also owned the house that I bought in NT. At the bottom of the hill Jerry Farnsworth painted and held classes. My Mother was a model for him as a child, he still taught when I came along. Before Farnsworth, Joe Duarte's( the parking lot in the center of P-town was once 3 car dealerships, it's where I started fixing cars) father stored ice there cut from the pond where the building sits. It's a gallery now. Tiny Worthington owned and operated Fishnet Industries, A high fashion deal in the early 50's -60's. Again Mon modeled for her business, too. The add used to run at the Wellfleet Drive In with Mom all wrapped up in fishnet looking cool.
Sorry for the rant, old guys have a lot to remember when they do.:think: I can't tell you how much I miss all that..

Fred....remember when we used to fish during Sox playoff games and slam fish while they got routed??? Its almost that time again!:jump:

BIG FISH YOU STRAT GREAT THREADS!!!
ML

Come to Thompsons Clam Bar, 'Cause thats where the tastiest clams are...
playin in my head.. thanks Fred...
Fond memories of Frank Thompson.. giant fat man, who taught me how to swear properly.. what a salty vocab on that man.. he would come to my dads gourmet and cheese shop.. i worked there from 12 years old on up... Frank would drop serious dough on imported cheeses... "Moe.. gimme a taste of the %$%$%$%$in brie.... yummm, thats some good %$%$%$%$, taste like it come from high outta the %$%$%$%$in cows udder.. i'l take two %$%$%$%$in wheels of it".. and so on :hihi:

i remember elanor hazen checkin the trunks of the cars at old man Jentsens drive in.. and i think i remember the fishnet ad with yer mom!.. i rembember the ads for Browns store as well...

Three easy questions.. guys name in pic
fishes name in pic...
who owned the shop/took the pic?

yeah.. 1978 all over again... Red Sox wise... not fishing wise, unfortunately :(

Stetzko is the fisherman? Fishes name was Jedidiah?:laugha: Shop owned by....?

How many did I get right?:rolleyes:

ya got me started Fred... "CCNS was still sizing us up"...yep

come and go as ya pleased, no sticker, no worries, bring your guns, hunt.. clam fish, pick cranberries, rose hips, beach plums... was that one of the elder Tasha's that got arrested for trying to pick beach plums a few years back?... imagine a ranger pullin a gun on an eighty year old woman who was trying to do something she had done her whole life... :doh:

all the towns shoulda known better... we can all identify with the native americans now... they had every treaty broken by white father from washington too... shoulda learned from them... Fed Govt. speaketh with forked tounge....

yer one for three.. :D

Hi Karl...how are you!:wave:

Remember when the Sox were 14 1/2 games up on the Yankees this year....:rocketem:

Remember the Square dances held at the Eastham Windmill...

And the record hops at the town hall across the street

I remember you shaming me off my couch so's I could catch my personal best..so far. I still bless you for that..Eff Pedro lets go fishing...OK.....
Karl,My wife's friend sang the Thompson song for us this Summer. She recorded it, I'll see if I can send it along, maybe you can finish the lyrics....I still can't remember where the other Clambar was..

Bertha...is the fishes name isn't it Karl?

Karl, I sat in the bar of thr P-town a few years ago in the company of
some of the Tashas. Good folk. We drank and commiserated the downfall of the outer cape whilst the 'Sox played on the tube above the bar. Things ain't the same, and will never be again. Kills me. Makes me want to fight , but my wife doesn't think that a real good idea. It's kinda worth it but then again, I know that I'd only lose it all. Which was gonna happen anyway, really, ya know...