Remember When...... - Striper Talk Striped Bass Fishing, Surfcasting, Boating

BigFish · 09-09-2007, 08:34 AM

There were no cell phones?

Stores were closed on Sundays?

Gas was .75 cents a gallon?

There were no seals on the Cape?

There were no computers?

Got any you would like to add?

spence · 09-09-2007, 09:25 AM

No Internet forums to hear your stinking whining

-spence

basswipe · 09-09-2007, 09:40 AM

You had to hunt down that one guy on Sunday who get on the Navy base and buy beer!

justplugit · 09-09-2007, 12:59 PM

When you never had to send a warranty in cause nothing ever broke.

Backbeach Jake · 09-09-2007, 01:10 PM

When you never pumped your own gas? And the guy who did it for you cleaned your windshield? You couldn't put 40$ of regular in a car? And when you bought a tank of gas you got a premium, glasses, toys or something. For 39.9reg. and 43.9 hightest.

justplugit · 09-09-2007, 01:36 PM

When you put a piece of cardboard in the bottom of your shoes to cover the hole in the soles to get a couploa more years wear outa them.

No area or zip code #'s.

Wonder bread was for the poor and Peppridge Farm was for the rich.

Ya borrowed your friends sport jacket for the yearbook picture.

BW from AZ · 09-10-2007, 12:53 AM

Sky King
Clarabell the clown
Howdy Doody
1cent candy
2cent milk at school, hot lunch 25cent
Bozo the clown
Sea Hunt
10cent burgers
A&W drive in
A&W root beer in a gallon glass jug (still got my mugs)
Lionel trains
Red Skelton- Rich mean little kid, Clem Cadiddlehopper(sp), Gertrude & Heathcliff, hobo (?) Sheriff Dead Eye, "May God Bless" sign off

InTheHole · 09-10-2007, 11:36 AM

when you actually had enough friends close by that you could get a baseball, hockey or football game going at a moments notice

only strange people wore helmets on a bike

a space launch it was such a big thing they would have an assembly to watch it in school

Jimbo · 09-10-2007, 01:47 PM

My parents bought me a pair of PF Flyers and other kids thought I was cool.
If your shoelace broke you tied a knot where it broke and kept doing it until there wasn't enough lace to tie a bow.
My schoool lunch was always brown bagged and was either PB&J, Deviled Chicken, Deviled Ham, Deviled Roastbeef, Spam or on rare occasions tunafish. I never bought until high school.
If you got a flat on your no speed bike you fixed it yourself with super glue and a piece of another innertube, instead of your parents putting the bike out with the trash and buying a new one.
Saturday morning you had chores to do before you could leave the yard. Your work was inspected and you didn't get allowance for doing it.
Laugh-In was considered a "racy" show.
You came home after school, did your homework and watched "The Big Movie" until dinner time.

Jenn · 09-10-2007, 05:46 PM

getting an ORV sticker numbered under 1000 in JULY....being the only one on the beach......when the rangers actually patrolled the beach at night to make sure everyone was fishing.....catching flounder from the beach ALL DAY LONG.......

RIJIMMY · 09-11-2007, 08:24 AM

you had to go to the library to look things up......no internet

Flaptail · 09-11-2007, 09:55 AM

Old Milwaukee was .39cents a quart
Pot was only $40.00 a ounce
20 Crossroads only cost $3.00 bucks
Girls had real breasts
The Tuna salad plate at the Miss Worcster diner was 2.50 and came with real french fries and real tapioca pudding with reall whipped cream and an ice cold coke.
If you "slept" with a girl with a notorious reputation you could get it "cleared" up with a shot or a comb.
Rent on your first apartment was $75.00 dollars a month with utilities.
You could go to the corner Mom & Pop store and for a quarter get a 16 oz. coke and a package of twinkies and get a penny back.
When you got pulled over and the Statie hauled you all out of the car and determined who was capable of driving and if no one was he took the keys and brought back at the end of his shift while you were still passed out cold.
A beach sticker for Race and Nauset was 40 bucks and there were actually fish there and no one gave a rats ass about Piping Plovers or seals.
When everyone was used to seeing people dressed in waders in stores and restaurants on the lower Cape during the fishing season.
Man those were the days .........sigh.

basswipe · 09-11-2007, 10:09 AM

Four fingers worth for just 10 bucks.

redcrbbr · 09-11-2007, 11:46 AM

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

Karl F · 09-20-2007, 08:50 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Backbeach Jake

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..

Wynchmere Harbor over in Hairwich.. was the original.. Frank.. and three of his brothers, if i remember right.. owned it.. all gone now.. big fancy condo type resort now.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Slingah

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

you got it Matt.. two down and one more ez one left

jimmy z · 11-06-2007, 04:35 AM

Baby carriages had those big wheel, and canopy's
Four quarts of milk for a buck
Beer cans needed an opener
Sneakers didn't have to cost an arm and a leg
Captain Kangaroo, was a BLAST!
Maverick jeans were cool
and no prewashed, stone wash
There were butcher shops
soda fountains, in the corner drug store
bakeries in the neightborhood, (NYC)
The subway was .15
The Mac buses, with no a/c
42nd street was the pits

and when I started smokin' back in '74
a pack of butts was .49 .

Swimmer · 11-06-2007, 12:22 PM

you could take a dump without having to have a metamucil cocktail once a day.

Swimmer · 09-13-2007, 11:41 AM

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.

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.

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.

Flaptail · 09-13-2007, 01:28 PM

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.

FishermanTim · 09-13-2007, 01:44 PM

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.

stripersnipr · 09-13-2007, 03:42 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Swimmer

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.

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.

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.

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

Swimmer · 09-14-2007, 10:47 AM

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.