so many good memories! MOFF, we must be from the same generation...

Anyone remember "party line" telephones? I think we had 5 or 7 families on our phone line before we got a "private line" and felt rich!

The tinker would push a cart through the neighborhood & sharpen your knives & sissors. (maybe this is a unique memory - I grew up in an ethnic European neighborhood).

Every year the pony people brought a beautiful pinto pony around and you could take a ride on your street and get your picture taken? -still my favorite picture of myself!

Sunday afternoons were for eating an ice-cream cone while your dad drove around in the country.

Driving to the airport to watch planes take off was exciting fun.

How about when the bank would call you if you overdrew your account -- and give you a couple days to catch it up?

I wouldn't trade the world I grew up in for anything. Kinda makes me feel sorry for kids today.