Old Enough To Remember?

Oldbikefixr said:
RD was the only mail my grandmother was really excited over.
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A subscription to the Donauland publishers was a big deal back then...
You got those monthly RD booklets, which I always found highly interesting, and you had to order a hardback quarterly, otherwise they shipped you one of their Reader's Digest selection books by default:

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Four (compressed) novels in one book, my "first contact" with world-literature if you will ;)
And everyone's living room bookshelves were full with them :cool:
 
ST1100Y said:
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That was the only 'bathroom' we had until we moved to a city farm when I was 5 years old.
The only time we had running water in our old 4 room shack was when it rained and the roof leaked.
If you are real familiar with those little houses out back you understand the old saying -

'That was rougher than a cob and twiced as long!'

Fact of the matter was you preferred white cobs to red ones so you knew if they'd been used or not.
And you would also know what this means -

'Gray water in a number 5 wash tub' :biggrin:
 
Uncle Phil said:
If you are real familiar with those little houses out back you understand the old saying -
'That was rougher than a cob and twiced as long!'
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Well, only two places of my youth had such oothooses:
the small allotment garden of (mom's side) grandparents, and the farm I got "exiled" to during summer breaks...
and all where inhabited by those big fat black spiders... :roflmao:

and then you either had some torn pages of newspaper piloted on a cut nail there, or the "luxury" of the pinkish pile of some folded 80-grade sandpaper... ;)
(fluffy rolls of Charmin hadn't been around back then... )
 
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Real wealth isn’t money, it’s shelves lined with tools you’ve used enough to wear the labels off...

Motorcycles teach patience, humility, and persistence...
because no matter how much you think to know, one seized bolt will humble you fast...

A real garage smells like gasoline, brake cleaner, and unfinished dreams and that’s exactly how it should...
 
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ST1100Y said:
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My grandfather had an upgrade.....a '2-holer'.
His farm adjoined those of three of his brothers so weekend visits weren't a chore. His younger brother called and insisted we spend the coming Friday evening at his house. He wanted to show us his handiwork.....a long string of lights leading from the kitchen door to the outhouse, along an newly bricked path. Inside were a light switch and electric heater which was sitting on the newly tiled little floor. Shortly afterward, the second-oldest had his house remodeled to include a 'real' indoor bathroom....1950's style.
Signs that life was becoming complicated?
 
ST1100Y said:
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Had one at home for emergency use....when well was getting low, or the inside one was occupied.
But....the real experience came when I was about 9 or 10 and started going to deer camp with Dad. There was a 2 holer! Nothing like sitting there in the cold, and big 300lb Jesse walks in, doesn't close the door, undoes his bib overalls and sits down right beside you and unleashes an epic combo of noises and odors!!! Followed by spitting a long stream of tobacco juice out the doorway into the snow.

Great times long gone.

ETA: Still use one at deer camp every year. But the 2 holer finally rotted out so bad, had to build a fancy concrete one-holer, with a damn heater in it. Spoiled kids don't know how good they have it.
 
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