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Discussion in 'The OT' started by Mark Holtz, Sep 14, 2013.
I worked with a woman who had one of these:
But I didn't know anyone who owned a Jeepster.
I am a good Do Bee...
I see Bobby, I see Micky, I sre Sue, I see Pam.....I always watched to see if she saw Me !!!!!! ( admit it you did too )
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Jeepster!! One family in my small Illinois town had one. It was very cool. My family had a yellow Studebaker convertible, somehow, as a second car. My dad was a conservative banker, a Buick man for many years.
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I definitely remember the Wagoneer but hat to look up what a Jeepster was
OT for the thread but inspired by the Wagoneer memories, has anyone else noticed how some of the latest crossover SUVs that keep the proportions of the base car are really starting to resemble the station wagons of yesteryear??
I had to look up Jeepster too. Wikipedia has a lot of pictures. I do remember them now.
They were 'Station Wagons' back then.
Had one! Did you?
I had a Daniel Boone Coonskin cap around 1960, and an Esso tiger tail in the early 1970s.
Had a Daniel Boone swim suit. Threw it away after the griff my friends gave me after I worn it the first time.
Layaway. Walmart is offering it again.
Wanted one. Folks couldn't afford one. Bummer.
Also wanted one. Told to save my allowance and get it myself. By the time I had done so, the hats were passé in my little farming town.
You were fortunate to get an allowance.
"Skinny & Fatty" was my favorite short movie. Can you imagine if they tried that today??
I once saw an episode of Leave it to Beaver where Wally tells his father he wants to run an ice cream cart , and his father thinks that's a great idea, so then Wally says he'll need to borrow $27 for inventory and his father says, "I can loan you the $27, but I want to make sure that you understand that it is just a loan and I do expect you to pay it back". When I was Wally's age, my allowance was twenty five cents a week. If I told my father I needed 27 CENTS, he'd tell me to wait until allowance day, and then I'd only need two more cents.
Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?
Michael Palin: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.
Graham Chapman: A cup ' COLD tea.
EI: Without milk or sugar.
Terry Gilliam: OR tea!
MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.
EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.
GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness."
EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to live in this tiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.
GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!
TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a corridor!
MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.
EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.
GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake!
TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
MP: Cardboard box?
MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, our Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife
EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.
ALL: Nope, nope...
Romper Room came on a little early in the morning for me (6 to 7). I typically only caught the last 5 minutes or so while waiting for Captain Kangaroo to start.