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that's the title for the new game I just thought up, which may or may not catch on.  Doesn't have to be alphabetical or in historical order, but the more today's kiddies wouldn't believe it, the better!

I'll start off with not having a telephone. hmm



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...traveling with my grandmother to and from Riverview, Chicago's biggest amusement park, on one of these (in the early Fifties)...

(I enjoyed this experience a lot more than any of the rides I went on that day)

 

Charlie



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Pink toothpaste in a tin



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Pink toothpaste in a tin


I remember white toothpowder in a tin--Amman's was the brand name, I'm pretty sure.  Dr. Thompson recommended it, probably because he knew his patients would hate it, not brush long enough to do any good, keep developing cavities, and create a steady flow of customers.  I think it was right after I started 7th grade that Crest toothpaste with fluoride hit the market.  Mama and I said hello to Crest and sayonara to Dr. T.

I remember not having a television until 5th grade.  Listening to a few half-hour radio dramas or comedies was the extent of Mama's, the Grands', and my entertainment until then.  Crap, we all went to bed early anyway.  blankstare 



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I remember not having a television until 5th grade.  Listening to a few half-hour radio dramas or comedies was the extent of Mama's, the Grands', and my entertainment until then.  Crap, we all went to bed early anyway.  blankstare 

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Along with all the other things he was, my father was an early adapter.

He bought the first LP records and we had a TV by 1950, when I was three.

It looked a lot like this. I remember watching "Kukla, Fran, and Ollie" on it.

Maybe a year later, we got a bigger one...a console TV with double doors on it.

And there was a pull-out drawer underneath, with a turntable.

Since my mother was busy having my sister and then caring for her, that set became my babysitter.

It provided hours of endless amusement. Daytime soaps, Westerns, quiz shows, game shows, early kiddie shows, Howdy Doody.

And the phonograph allowed me to play Broadway show tunes and a lot of children's records.

Most of them came by mail from the "Children's Record Guild"...which was actually on the Feds' subversive list, later on.

That TV and phonograph turned me into a little pinko! Just like Mommy and Daddy! (and my grandparents)

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KidCharlieMane wrote:

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...traveling with my grandmother to and from Riverview, Chicago's biggest amusement park, on one of these (in the early Fifties)...

(I enjoyed this experience a lot more than any of the rides I went on that day)

 

Charlie




I was always bummed that I was too young to go on the parachute drop.

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I only went there a few times as a teen-ager...it was too sleazy in the Sixties. Never went on the "Pair-o-Chutes"...too chicken-shit.

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I'm old enough to remember the "African Dip"...

Those were the dunk tanks, where the black guys would cuss out the white folks.

Mike Royko wrote about them in his column.

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 And the freak shows were still around in the Sixties, too.

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I also remember seeing Dick "Two-Ton" Baker there. I was about eight years old.

It was about a hundred degrees that day. Don't recall whether Squawky the Parrot was with him.



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KidCharlieMane wrote:

 

I only went there a few times as a teen-ager...it was too sleazy in the Sixties. Never went on the "Pair-o-Chutes"...too chicken-shit.

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I'm old enough to remember the "African Dip"...

Those were the dunk tanks, where the black guys would cuss out the white folks.

Mike Royko wrote about them in his column.

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 And the freak shows were still around in the Sixties, too.



Charlie

 


Last time I was there was in '64, when I was nine. It was looking pretty shabby (and shady) by then, which is why we never went back.



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I went with my buddies one last time, in the summer of '65. The dunk tanks were gone. But the freak show was really sad.

You could smell trouble...white greasers and black gangbangers...a bad mix.

After race riots elsewhere in Chicago, for several summers in a row, Riverview was demolished in the fall of '67.
Part of the site became a shopping center...and the rest became...ironically...a district HQ for the Chicago Police Department.

Charlie



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...the only record speed being 78 rpm, and Daddy's Stewart-Warner radio/phonograph console allowing us to stack up to 4 of those heavy 10- and 12-inch things at once.  The needle arm was supposed to go back to where it started after reaching the center of the record and wait for the next one to drop--which it usually did, except for the times it didn't, when the next record thunked down onto the needle, which scratched the bejesus out of the record before it.

Mama included the console in our move to the Grands.  The radio part worked extremely well, so we continued to enjoy that, plus it was the first record player the Grands had ever known.  A few years later, 45-rpm singles hit the market, and I was ever so grateful for the portable record player Mama gave me for my birthday, probably when I turned 12.



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The lunch counter and soda fountain at Woolworth's in downtown Evanston

When I was in 7th grade, a mug of Hires root beer could still be had for a NICKEL!

And "The Untouchables" was big on TV then.

We would plunk down our coins...and pretend we were drinking mugs of bootleg beer at one of Al Capone's speakeasies.

Charlie



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not having mail delivered to the Grands' house for the first few years after Mama and I had to move in with them, and Rural Free Delivery was expanded a few years after that.

Up until then, Grandma and Grandpa, loving but truly cheap--er, thrifty--folks, relied on Aunt Margaret and Uncle Alf's mailbox at Greystone Park, along with their telephone.

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When I was a kid in the city, where I lived until I was almost seven, many folks in my neighborhood did not have phones.
Others had party lines. We did for quite a while.

And some folks had no bathtubs. Kids in my kindergarten and first-grade class would pay to take showers in the school gym.
it was the West Side of Chicago, where my mother grew up, and it was not what you'd call an affluent area. Working class and poor, mostly.

Lots of Jews, but also all kinds of other ethnicities.  Few blacks, though, until I started school.

We soon moved to the suburbs. That's what Jews do...they run.

Charlie



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...as I've mentioned many times, the summer polio scares and municipal pools being drained right about the time the water had warmed enough to be comfortable.  Jeezuz, why bother?  On a better note, I remember first the Salk and then the Sabin polio vaccines becoming available.  They were Good Things.



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mascara that came in a tiny compact with an applicator I had to dampen with water before applying to my lashes, circa 7th grade.  Despite what little was available in eye makeup way back then, I made it my mission!



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They were still showing this in 1961 when I started school. That's a lot to put on a six year old.

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That's the first I've seen "Duck and Cover," but I remember air raid drills up through the end of 6th grade in 1956.  Don't remember them after that.

I remember Tonette home permanents for little girls.  Hated them!!



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A Tonette was also a kind of flute or recorder for kids...

After you mastered it, you could also learn to play other band instruments.

It wasn't metal like a real flute...it was made of plastic...

Kids still play them in elementary-school music classes.

Charlie



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