Your Favorite Seventies Memories?

[Pressing-On]

Originally Posted by Digging4Truth

We used to take our friends to the grave that said "Nothing"

We would tell them that you could say to the grave "Old man, old man what do you want?" and he'd say Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooothiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiing" (real scary like)

After a couple of times of saying it and asking them if they heard his reply we'd say.. "See... he said nothing"

LOL

How Stupid.

It made the girls hold on tight though.

A couple of my Dad's peanut fields were way out in the country and you had to go over a huge wooden bridge. Very deep raven. We had the story of the Donkey Lady. My oldest sister was mean as the Devil. She always scared us to death!!!

[tamor]

Originally Posted by Pressing-On

A couple of my Dad's peanut fields were way out in the country and you had to go over a huge wooden bridge. Very deep raven. We had the story of the Donkey Lady. My oldest sister was mean as the Devil. She always scared us to death!!!

We used to tell stories about headless horsemen as we drove down dark winding backroads.

[Pressing-On]

Originally Posted by tbpew

yea I know a few things about BIG SISTERS.
Mine 6.5 years older.

She hated the fact I got all the complements for my near perfect vacuuming abilities and bed-making precision.

She babysat for us (my brother and I), challenged us to a pillow fight (2 vs 1). We eagerly accepted. She used the bolster(sp?) pillows off a 60's vintage couch from the den. Those pillows were so heavy she could knock us off our feet.

Bill and I just stayed on the floor it made the fall a lot shorter....while she laughed and swang, laughed and swang. And to think, she probably got paid for that little walk down revenge road.

My mother always left us at home on Saturday mornings to visit her mother.

My oldest sister would make us sit in the living room in the dark and she would put on Mark Farner's Album - Grand Funk Railroad - What was that song? "Ground control to Major Tom...." song?

We were so scared of her!!

[Pressing-On]

Originally Posted by tamor

We used to tell stories about headless horsemen as we drove down dark winding backroads.

I love scaring little kids. I still do it!

[Pressing-On]

Originally Posted by Pastor Poster

LOL

It really is true! We were really stupid kids. We used to have wars with the walnuts that fell from my grandpa's trees. It's a wonder we didn't lose an eye.

China Berries!!! Now those will hurt! Little - ping! ping!!!

[tbpew]

Originally Posted by Pastor Poster

LOL

It really is true! We were really stupid kids. We used to have wars with the walnuts that fell from my grandpa's trees. It's a wonder we didn't lose an eye.

I grew up in a nice town that perserved the outdoor areas. Oak trees were preserved even on house site building lots. It was an ACORN factory. Every day after school (September) we would collect acorns in what we called ACME bags. These were the paper bags that groceries were packed in.

The collection phase lasted 1-2 weeks and was communial.
Very pretty green/yellow acorns plus many all brown acorns with a splash of yellow (God even makes ACORNS beautiful). De-capped and dumped into the doubled grocery bag until the bag was bulging.

With 2-4 bags collected, we split up into two teams on opposite sides of the road and commenced to rain down our oak-based ordinance. The number of times I was hit in the face, head, and neck, yet without eye injury was miraculous.

I wonder if it was just because of the absence of malice?

Don't get me wrong, each battle probably sent one or more "little Johnnies" home crying, but the walk home was fairly long so you could basically recover before reaching mom (who would never let you back out because it was almost dinner!).

[Blubayou]

We got in a neighborhood war with my grandmother Camilla bushes buds. She was furious when she saw that the bushes that she had been petting all season were picked clean of buds and there would be no flowers that season. They made perfect bombs. I cannot remember my grandmother ever getting angry at me except over the Camilla bud war.

[Digging4Truth]

Originally Posted by Pressing-On

China Berries!!! Now those will hurt! Little - ping! ping!!!

Yeah they hurt...

After they dried out in the fall/winter and turned black you can easily round up a few thousand in a couple of minutes.

You put them in a bowl or something and then pour them across the road.

When people run over them it sounds like their tire popped or was stuck with something sharp.

Everybody slows down or stops and take a look.

[tbpew]

Originally Posted by Pressing-On

My mother always left us at home on Saturday mornings to visit her mother.

My oldest sister would make us sit in the living room in the dark and she would put on Mark Farner's Album - Grand Funk Railroad - What was that song? "Ground control to Major Tom...." song?

We were so scared of her!!

I am not sure exactly the years, but it was '68-72 when my brother discovered Bill Cosby albums. He had a paper route and would save up to buy the latest album.

I can still remember sitting at home when my parents were out some where and my brother played the "chicken heart" --boom, boom. A great piece of humorous material but still a little scary for a fourth grader.

I am not sure if that was from the "Bill Cosby --Is a Funny Fellow, Right" It may be the albumn with the Noah skit, vu-pa, vu-pa, vu-pa, NOAH.....what? "Hey Lord....what's a cubit.....a cubit, lemme see, I used to know what a cubit was..."

[Felicity]

Originally Posted by tbpew

yea I know a few things about BIG SISTERS.
Mine 6.5 years older.

She hated the fact I got all the complements for my near perfect vacuuming abilities and bed-making precision.

She babysat for us (my brother and I), challenged us to a pillow fight (2 vs 1). We eagerly accepted. She used the bolster(sp?) pillows off a 60's vintage couch from the den. Those pillows were so heavy she could knock us off our feet.

Bill and I just stayed on the floor it made the fall a lot shorter....while she laughed and swang, laughed and swang. And to think, she probably got paid for that little walk down revenge road.

Swang? Variation on swung? LOL!

A teen-aged boy with near perfect vacuuming ability and bed-making precision?! Wow! That would be a fairly rare phenomenon.

Decided to get out of the serious heavy weight discussion and have a little fun today, eh Bro. Pew?