Remember all but the sweet cigarettes. My mom and dad only smoker the old unfiltered Camels. Any wonder they both died early–dad 49 mom early 70’s.

I broke my cigarette habit at about age 5—-yes that early. A sand box friend and I took some cigarettes from the box on the living room coffee table and went to our "fort" in the vacant lot of the street to smoke them. Caught the lot on fire and the fire department had to come and put it out. No damage other that some burned grass on the vacant lot. Scare the devil out of me. In addition my dad spanked me and my butt was between my ears. Learned my lesson.

Doc

Sweet cigarettes were candy cigarettes Doc. They were mostly sugar in the shape of cigarettes that you put in your mouth to look like the "grown ups". They also had some made out of chocolate or bubble gum.

I remember those things. I thought Goddess was talking about some sort of real cigarette that had a sweet flavor to it. Thanks for the clarification.

doc

Now we are all 14 for 14 Ancient………….

Also 78 RPM records

CC Roller

The phone on our farm, we had to turn a crank a certain number of times with a pause in-between each rotation to get a certain person on our 10 farm family party line. The operator was one person on the party line that maintained the switchboard that would connect to the main line to be able to call anyone outside our valley. Your had to count the number of rings to know if the phone call was for your family or someone else. The favorite pastime for the housewives? eavesdropping on whoever got a call! You would know if someone was listening because the volume would drop as soon as another person would get on the line. Everyone knew everyone else’s business. The operator could listen in and usually did.

We finally got regular phone service from Bell in 1962 with a rotary dial and no party line! My parents left the farm in 1998 and were still using the same rotary phone. The reason? It still worked. Also, when my folks first bought the farm in 1947, there was no phone in the valley, and one had to drive to the town 10 miles away to use the phone in the town store. My father along with 3 other farmers installed the phone poles the 12 miles run of the valley, digging the post holes by hand and cut local cedars for the poles. Each farmer had to install the required # of poles from the main line to their house but not the cable. Each farmer had to keep the area under the phone line clear on their property.

We also never locked our doors when we left and never got broken into. The only crime in the valley was someone stole 5 car batteries from different farms in the valley. That was in 1965. We locked our doors after that.

We never got milk delivered. We had to get from the cow first. We didn’t know what store bought bread looked like except what other kids had in school. ours was always home baked.

I must be freekin more than ancient, I remember all of them.