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Tonette was the kid version of Toni.  I remember something very similar to the Tonette instrument you mentioned.  We got them in 5th grade.  They were white and red, a few inches longer, and yes, plastic.  Most of us hated them.

I remember hat pins.  Grandma Allgulander always wore her hat, not only when she and Grandpa went to visit friends, but also to go shopping.  She'd stab the hat pin through the hat and her hair, which she always braided and hair-pinned into a bun on the top of her head.

 



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First watching Grandpa A. play Solitaire, then his showing me how, then his teaching me how to play Rummy.  He and I kept score for weeks on end.

 



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Speaking of card games for of my four sisters and brothers including me learned to play "Dog in the Boneyard" and later "Old Maid" both on a regular deck. Up on the farm when I was eight Mum and Dad taught us four older kids to play Ucher(sp). Great  game but at first I kept falling out of suit when called so I had to forfeit the game and sit out. But buy the end of summer I was getting pretty good.

I also remember duck and cover movie in the Gym at school when it was 1961 and continued until the first of 1963. I was frightened to death being all of six and always cried. And of course we had to call out each step we would take during the excersize. I also recall the loudest alarms hooked up through our town going off indicating  we had to duck and cover in the basement, dirt floor and all. Each of us older kids were responsible  to get one of the younger kids down the stairs safely. Thank goodness they never went of after 8p.m.

I also remember the little decals of cherubs from  a soap bar called Jergens. Each time one was opened Mum let us take turns attaching each one on the Medicine cabinet. There was only one cherub per bar but it was still so pretty to us kids as they gathers around the mirror. And how about when we make our own Valentine holder and sending out Valentines to all of my friends, usually those I wanted to be friend because our family was not very popular and my sibs and I were reminded of this at every turn. Kids can be so nasty but parents, especially the mothers were very hurtful.

One example was they would tell their children not to go near us or speak to us. It was lonely but we had one another. Never an invitation to any Birthday parties let alone speaking to you at school unless they could beat us up in the school yard at recess and usually the teacher would hold the bell looked the other way until blood was showing or my hair was being pulled and my head hitting the pavement. I usually had scraped knees opened up from the scabs from the day before. Sometimes I would run as fast as I could home ad safe from her punching and kicking. Oh  yes I got knocked out a couple of times. I tried to tell my Mum I fell asleep on the ground. Hey I did not know the phrase called passing out. Anyway she said I was lying and making up stories for being late getting home from school. 

What a rotten bunch  of adults in my town. They truly should have been fined big time for the hurtful ness they gave to us in words. And poor Gary my older brother came home at least with one black eye and his cloths torn at least on a weekly basis. I learned to repair my dresses by hand sewing the rips up.

And until my BIL sister died last year she remained to hate me all through my adult years too. Yes the same girl who would beat me up if she could get me down back in Grammer school.  Never once spoke at  Gary and Shellie's  Wedding. Not even condolences 55 years later at my Fathers funeral or a hello for that matter and she chose to sit across the table from me. I felt sad for her too and shook my head. What a waste.

I felt sorry for Shellie but she made it work with Gary's family such as it was there was just Linda and Gary. Their parents had passed from cancer within 6 months of one another. Shellie stood her ground over their marriage as best she could but to keep the piece she let Linda win more than not. I know it all sounds crazy on their part but there was nothing to  be done. Both Gary and Linda thought they were very special and were told so I am sure through out their life time.

Oh lets not forget the transistor radios. Terrific!!

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Gah, Uni, I know you and your sibs didn't have the happiest of childhoods, didn't know even your schoolmates were so nasty.  And the faculty's attitude was inexcusable.  Hope they all got what they deserved eventually.

I spent nearly all of first grade with one or the other knee, sometimes both, badly scraped during recess because my feet were always coming out of the way-too-large shoes thrifty Grandma bought me.  That stopped once Mama was able to move up from Trenton the summer before second grade.

I remember those books of Valentines and their envelopes that we'd cut out and haul to school the day before to drop in the red crepe paper-covered carton our teacher had created to serve as a "mailbox".  We were expected to bring a Valentine for each and every classmate, no matter what we thought of them.  One for the teacher, too.

That was all right with me, since I liked all my early-years' teachers and can even remember their names--

1st grade, the remarkable Mrs. Raye; 2nd grade, Miss Cavanaugh (who was so old my mother had her for 2nd grade 32 years before); 3rd grade, the wonderful somewhat Southun Mrs. Hall; and 4th grade, the quite young Mrs. Decker.

After that, we few kids who lived on or near Greystone Park's hospital grounds were transferred from Morris Township schools to Parsippany Township's.  We probably had the Valentine business in Mr. DiGiovanni's 5th grade, but definitely not in the quite unpleasant Bill Rafter's 6th. 



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Playing Monopoly and Stratego with my brother and sister. Does anyone play board games anymore?

I can't find anyone who plays chess.

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I think my family started us off with Tiddlywinks and Snakes and Ladders and we progressed from there.  They don't use snakes anymore - too terrifying for kids ?????!!!!!

 



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I remember playing checkers and Chinese checkers when I was a kid, but that was it for board games.

Eddie tried teaching me chess when we first started dating, but I didn't get it at all.  Besides, there were other things I'd rather be doing with him. biggrin

It was our daughter, when she was in middle school, who taught me how to play chess, Parcheesi, and backgammon.  Taught her brother, too.  We had a Monopoly set, Clue, Operation, Electronic Battleship, and probably a couple others.  Lots of pleasant evenings playing board games or cards, until Pac-Man arrived.



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KittyBiggerstaff wrote:

Eddie tried teaching me chess when we first started dating, but I didn't get it at all. 

Besides, there were other things I'd rather be doing with him. biggrin

 


 
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To my credit, it didn't take long for him to catch on. 

I'm old enough to remember crinolines, a must for girls when I was in 6th grade--not every day, but at least once a week, usually to keep our circular felt poodle skirts poufed out.  It was a challenge getting them crammed under our school desks.

My grandmother no doubt thought the whole idea was nuts, but she didn't mind laundering them, dipping them in diluted liquid starch, and pinning them to the clotheslines in the back yard.  Once they were dry, I hung them on some hooks where my bedroom inner wall met the ceiling.  They'd never have fit in the freestanding metal wardrobe.  (No closets in that house, as I've mentioned more than once.)

 





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A carpet sweeper and a rug beater.  That's what the Grands used until Mama's vacuum and I moved to their place.

Grandma rolled the sweeper over the living room rug and the few throw rugs a few times a week.  Early spring and early fall, they'd roll up all of them, lug them out to back yard, sling them over the clotheslines, and whack the bejesus out of them.



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... a time before the Tylenol killings when you could buy something at the store that didn't require a chainsaw to open.



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That, and the candy we collected on our Halloween rounds not requiring X-ray inspections.

I remember a gallon of gas and a pack of cigarets both costing 17 cents.



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...when a ride on the bus or the 'L' (rapid transit trains) cost a quarter...not ten of them. And you could still use REAL MONEY!
Some folks bought tokens, which were gold-colored and dime-sized and said "CTA" on them. Might have been discounted.
I think they were left over from the days of fare boxes on the streetcars, which went away the summer I turned eleven. [sob]
No smart cards or passes or using a smartphone. Pissburgh folks tap their cards on a little glass panel that goes "Peep!"

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And...of course...I remember what those Chicago streetcars and 'L' trains looked like...

(Western and Van Buren--June, 1954)



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I've never ridden a streetcar.     I don't remember them in Trenton, and all that was left of them in Morris Plains, Morristown, and likely most other NJ towns were the tracks.

Anyway, I'm old enough to remember pastel-colored toilet paper!!



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KittyBiggerstaff wrote:

I've never ridden a streetcar.     I don't remember them in Trenton, and all that was left of them in Morris Plains, Morristown, and likely most other NJ towns were the tracks.

Anyway, I'm old enough to remember pastel-colored toilet paper!!


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These big and boxy monstrosities are still running in Newark...

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KidCharlieMane wrote:
KittyBiggerstaff wrote:

I've never ridden a streetcar.     I don't remember them in Trenton, and all that was left of them in Morris Plains, Morristown, and likely most other NJ towns were the tracks.

Anyway, I'm old enough to remember pastel-colored toilet paper!!


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These big and boxy monstrosities are still running in Newark...

Charlie


 I was in Grade 4 when I made my first trip to Toronto with my class. I went to the museum. I thought it was fantastic and so much to see and we only covered part of the one floor. There were hundreds of kids from all over Ontario or so our Teacher told us. So all of us stuck together except for one guy and it took ages to find him. He bragged about the fact he had been there lots of times and he wanted to see something different.

I am not sure if it was this trip or the following year when I  got to see Tuttencomen (sp). It was the best to have a chance to see him and the people made of wax dressed as the people of Egypt.  They wee so real looking. Also in the huge entranceway  were two huge totem poles. Fantastic! I also got a peek at the Toronto street car. Oh how I wanted to ride it. Just like on TV.

I also remember one of our first games was Pixie Sticks along with several board games. One of my favourite board game's was playing Mouse Trap. I would love to have a marble ball game now like the one on the show  called,   Elamentry  minus the guns. LOL's

Uni

 



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Seems like you had some pretty good field trips, Uni.  We didn't have much in the way of them during my school years up until 11th and 12th grade, although there was one, probably in 4th, the last year I and the rest of the Greystone Park kids attended Morris Plains Borough Elementary.  A school bus hauled us out to the Alderney Dairy a few miles away, where the aroma of cow manure was overwhelming.

In high school, 11th and 12th graders were bused up to Stratford, CT, to watch one Shakespearean play or another.  Most of us weren't the least interested in Shakespeare, particularly his annoying manner of phrasing things, but the cost included lunch on the way up and supper on the way back.

The best field trip was the Spanish classes' annual one into Greenwich Village in NYC a few weeks before the end of the school year.  We all dutifully admired whatever museum we were supposed to, and after that, our teachers turned us loose after lunch, knowing we'd head for the nearest bars.  The drinking age in NY was 18, many of us were already 18 if we were seniors, all of us looked at least 18, and the establishments weren't inclined to ask for I.D.  Nobody overdid (couldn't afford more than one or two drinks), and Senor Woodward and Senor Friuli knew where to find us.



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Our Spanish classes had the option of going to MEXICO over spring break. I didn't go...but my sister did, in the spring of '69.

It's hard to remember everything she told me about the trip, after all these years. Let's see...they went to a bullfight, and it made her want to puke. They visited Mayan ruins and the floating gardens at Xochimilco. Mexico City was like New York would be, I suppose...only bigger and crazier and no English...or not much. Later they were at some beach resort, and Mexican guys were hitting on all those Jewish princessesses...most of whom had a lot of long hair and dark skin and big boobs. The girls, not the guys.

My sister had the best command of Spanish, so she was the interpreter. I don't think any bodily fluids were exchanged. Except for kissing. They were KIDS.

I asked her to bring me back some weed, a request she ignored. We were both smoking pot by then, so it was not an unreasonable request.

But they did visit a town called Tasco or Toxco or something like that, a big jewelry center and silver-smith spot. She bought a shitload of rings, and wore several on each hand. Also other jewelry and bracelets and the usual tourist crap. She gave me some of the rings she didn't want to keep, and I wore them until they fell apart. Which didn't take long, because the silver was very soft and pliable and rather crappy...but they looked cool and all my hippie friends admired them.

My sister is much darker than I am, especially if she's in the sun. So when she got off the plane, she LOOKED like a Mexican princess.

I doubt if the kids in my hometown get to go to Mexico anymore. Hell, they probably go to SPAIN now.

Mexico probably gets an "Again? Meh!" from those spoiled brats.

Charlie



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The silver jewelry city was probably Taxco, southwest of Mexico City, and probably pronounced as "Tasco" or "Tazco," the X almost always being softened into a sound somewhere between an S and a Z, except, I suppose, the X being pronounced as an H in the country's name ("Mayheeco").  And then there's J being pronounced as H when followed by E but as W when followed by OA or UA.

Meh, at least Latin-based languages are consistent, even French with its strings of peculiar vowel combinations, which I have to presume allow us to sound like we're talking through our Gallic noses.  German's also consistent, although more consonant-consumed and causing those who weren't born to it feel like they're constantly clearing their throats; and I suppose English inherited its many useless silent letters from German.

It's getting close to 4:30 a.m., so I'm off for mi snacko de bedtimeo, buenas noches.



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Cold cuts wrapped in brown paper at a real butcher shop.



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