I guess I'm getting old.

All you country boys probably smoked corn silks, tried to chew some Bull of The Woods or Red Mule, and snuck a taste of that clear stuff in the mason jar. Of course then you got your mouth washed out with soap and had to take a BIG spoonful of castor oil.
That would be a no for me on the corn silks, and the chew, now the clear stuff in the mason jar I have enjoyed on occasions, but not till my mid-20s. Had good friends from the hills of Kentucky that worked with me including my best friend and roommate, anytime he went home he always brought back a few jars of the good stuff.
 

That would be a no for me on the corn silks, and the chew, now the clear stuff in the mason jar I have enjoyed on occasions, but not till my mid-20s. Had good friends from the hills of Kentucky that worked with me including my best friend and roommate, anytime he went home he always brought back a few jars of the good stuff.
I tried moonshine once, no go!
 

Yah and what the heck is a bicycle helmet. We would ride down a hill and try to leap out of our bike onto another bike where that guy was trying to land on mine. Caused a few small rocks to be wedged into your hands!
 

This thread rocks... many of you took me back in memories... some good... some ... heh

Anyone remember pre- MADD where everyone drove with a beer or a drink ?
I remember my dad drinking while teaching me to drive. He would grab a couple of beers and I would be his chauffer for the evening cruising the back roads.
 

This thread rocks... many of you took me back in memories... some good... some ... heh

Anyone remember pre- MADD where everyone drove with a beer or a drink ?
The ABC stores had drive through windows & served beer & mixed drinks.
 

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I never shot a real gun and too scared of heights to climb a tree, but oh, I remember those rusty nail, broken glass, sand lot playgrounds.

Now I see kids having to be escorted by Mom from the bottom of their driveways to the front door when they slouch off the school bus.
 

Yea and we did all of those things with no computers, cell phones, or pagers!
Of course that’s when a good wooden spoon, switch or belt scared you a lot more than “wait till your father gets home!”
I agree, but I wouldn't discount the "wait till your Father gets home". It wasn't an idle threat. It was the real deal. And when my Dad arrived home, I had much wished my Mom had taken care of business. I would sometimes beg my Mom to whip me instead of my Dad, but it would fall on deaf ears.
 

All you country boys probably smoked corn silks, tried to chew some Bull of The Woods or Red Mule, and snuck a taste of that clear stuff in the mason jar. Of course then you got your mouth washed out with soap and had to take a BIG spoonful of castor oil.
Yes sir, we were sure out in the country in Georgia. How far out you May ask? Our bathroom caught fire once, but thanks to some neighbors down the road a bit and some pine tops, we were able to put the fire out before it reached the house.
 

Speaking of Jarts... anyone remember these ? ? ?

And these toys would never be sold today due to liabilities... and this was considered "safe" by the earlier generation before them... who were given swords, small cannon's and guns to play with.

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I'm sure some of you know the dread of having to go to the outhouse at night, in the pitch black freezing cold of winter. We didn't have anything other than a big deep, dark scary hole in the ground with a little building above with a hole (or 3 in our case) that you were afraid of falling through, until I was 9 yrs old and moved to South Miami Heights. That was like a whole new world. I came from those hills and the Ohio River valley of Kentucky.
 

Had to use an outhouse for only about one year. My senior year. We bought and moved to an unimproved 15 acres in northern Idaho, and lived like f'n pioneers. Carrying water from the creek, outhouse, no electricity. Built a small house, while camping that summer. My poor Mom put up with it for four years, when they finally moved back to civilization.
 

Yeah. If I had raised a kid the way my Dad raised me I'd be in prision. Spare the rod and spoil the fun.
 

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