<div class=”d4p-bbt-quote-title”>Randy Wieland wrote:</div>
Everything had a purpose and NOTHING was wasted.Dads belt was my biggest fear in life
Nothing worse than when dad made you get the belt he was gonna spank you with.
I didn’t get many but when he said “go get my belt” my heart sank.
It’s even worse when mom said “just wait until your dad gets home”. Rather get it over with quick. 8 hours wait is pure torture. And she rarely forgot about it.
SCARIEST thing was getting a note from school. did not care what the school would do to you it`s when you got home.
It is funny now when I look back at the lickings I got I usually deserved them, but not at the time. My mother’s favorite was a metal fly swatter, dad`s favorite was just his hand across the behind.
Snow balling cars,anybody.We used to sleigh ride on a coupla city streets for hours and i can’t remember any car interuptions.I think we played some form of flash light tag.We would play past curfew and be at least 5 miles from home.It seemed like that anyway.It was a long walk because you new you were in trouble.Oh one more thing…. no cell phones.
Fishing before flashers/locators 
When a 16′ Lund with a 20 horse and a tiller trolling motor was da bomb.
– Baseball games can be played without coaches and parents.
Man, when’s the last time you saw neighborhood kids playing sandlot ball? Sad. That was a regular deal, all the neighborhood kids of all ages.
Remember playing a game called “smear the queer”?
Fishing before flashers/locators
When a 16′ Lund with a 20 horse and a tiller trolling motor was da bomb.
Still is! I wish that’s all that was allowed. (16′ boat, flasher locator and a 25hp or less)
I’d give up my sparkly 20′ Ranger any day for simpler times.
Remember playing “Cowboys and Native Americans”?
I was in Indian Guides in the 60’s. Kinda like Cub scouts. We wore leather vests and headbands with feathers.
In high school we’d get beer and go to hidden falls. Every once in a while the cops would come, take our beer and tell us to be on our way. We were 16 & 17. They never had to buy beer.
Eight tracks
Rear wheel drive and always pushing stuck cars out.
<div class=”d4p-bbt-quote-title”>Lynn Seiler wrote:</div>
– Baseball games can be played without coaches and parents.Man, when’s the last time you saw neighborhood kids playing sandlot ball? Sad. That was a regular deal, all the neighborhood kids of all ages.
Yep! Slide your mitt over the handlebars and head to the field.
skitching, playing hockey and boot hockey up the street at the outdoor rink with kids ranging from 10 to 20 years old, every night and day, just for the love of the game and being outside. BB gun wars with the neighbors until someone finally cried. Playing Ghost in the graveyard throughout the neighborhood until midnight just about every night of the summer. Tubing down the Zumbro river with all the friends, knee boarding after school on Lake Zumbro after school behind our 14 foot aluminum boat with a 15 horse. The good old days…
Do schools still have Open Gym in the evenings? Once a week we’d go play floor hockey and listen to Bobby Smith, Gary Sargent and the rest of the North Stars.
Back in the 50’s the old people didn’t fart, they passed gas.
Getting up in the dark on a Saturday morning and peddling the bike 5 miles to a sand pit to fish. Nobody worked the pits on Saturdays hence nobody to throw you out if caught. It was worth the chance to catch huge sunfish on full sized Hula Poppers.
Skipping school to drive to Herter’s in Waseca or carrying the 20 gauge to school on the bus in a guitar case and stashing it in a buddies car until third period, then skip the rest of the day of school and pheasant hunt.
Snitching some smokes and a couple beers from parents then heading to the woods.
Playing smear the queer.
Sitting Indian style.
Taking my shotgun to school so we could go hunting after school. Took gun safety at school too.
Me & 8 of my cousins piling into the big canary yellow Ford LTD station wagon with my parents (who smoked cigs with the windows up). No seat belts either.
39 cent hamburgers at McDonald’s
Going to bingo in the smoke filled church basement.
Penny candy – tootsie rolls, juju coins
10 cent coke if you had a bottle
12 cent white castles
Am radio stations
Penny candy
The story my now adult kids simply cannot believe (and I can’t either)… was in Rochester up until approx the 1970’s – we had pools at various junior and senior high schools, but the boys did not wear swim suits. Yep, that’s right – skinny dipping. PE teacher would just tape paper over the window to the door that went into the girls locker room and say “Jump in Boys!” 
Collecting baseball cards before all the stupid adults tried to make a business out of it.
Went out for football when I went to “town” school (Fist 6 grades at a country school … all 6 grades in one room with one teacher) when I had to eat supper in town, Dad would give me a buck … good for a hamburger, fries, a malt, a bottle of “pop”, and had 15 cents left over … good for a candy bar and I could put a dime in my pocket👍
Went out for football when I went to “town” school (Fist 6 grades at a country school … all 6 grades in one room with one teacher) when I had to eat supper in town, Dad would give me a buck … good for a hamburger, fries, a malt, a bottle of “pop”, and had 15 cents left over … good for a candy bar and I could put a dime in my pocket👍
Many non school nights playing kick the can well into the night.
Neighbors didn’t think a thing about us running around and hiding in there yards.
Man that was a long time ago.
Holding the butterfly on the carb open when a car got flooded and maybe even pouring gas in the carb. Saw one backfire once!
Wading the shorelines of Lake Minnetonka accessed by fire roads.
Got speedometer/odometers for our bikes. One summer we tried to put on 20 miles each day.
Turned a grassy field into a ball field.
Duck hunting before high school only 3/4 mile from school.
My best birthday present ever in ’67 or ’68. The Mattel M-16 Marauder. Watch the last 30 seconds of this video. It was sweet!!
My best birthday present ever in ’67 or ’68. The Mattel M-16 Marauder. Watch the last 30 seconds of this video. It was sweet!!
If there was a contest for best present… You’d win
How about making Polish cannons out of steel 7up or RC pop cans
and having wars with them.
I am an alumni of North Dakota State University. Part of the freshman P.E. requirement was a short ROTC introduction. During that time we got to shoot .22 rifles in the basement of the old fieldhouse. My roommate and I did that several times after the ROTC intro was over. I’m sure no state university campus today has a shooting range in the fieldhouse.
I remember having a car that wouldn’t start whenever it was below zero. A lot of times jumper cables wouldn’t even get it started. It was a 4 speed clutch – so a friend would drive his car up to my back bumper, then slowly push me until I hit about 25 mph. Turn the ignition key on, put it in gear and pop the clutch – she’d start every time!
I’m sure no state university campus today has a shooting range in the fieldhouse.
Maybe not a state university but St. Thomas Academy has a range in the basement. In 2010 my daughter shot air rifle with a club. She won a match at St. Thomas academy. After air rifle there was a 22 caliber match. When she shot 22 at Bill’s gun club she borrow an old MN Gopher shooting jacket. By the Gopher logo, it had to be from the 40s or 50s.
https://www.startribune.com/st-thomas-academy-s-air-rifle-team-aims-high/371145741/
How about making Polish cannons out of steel 7up or RC pop cans
and having wars with them.
Good one! Forgot about that,
-J.
It’s even worse when mom said “just wait until your dad gets home”.
Oh yeah, and my mom always added to that “you’ll wish you’d never been born”
When a 16′ Lund with a 20 horse and a tiller trolling motor was da bomb.
You must’ve been the “rich people”, we were happy to have the 14′ Alumacraft with the 1959 Johnson Sea Horse 5 hp. Dad was to cheap to buy a trailer, so we “roped” it on top of the 1967 Plymouth Fury.
Lynn, bikes? Names like Huffy & Murray for us poor kids, no Schwinn for us.
JC Higgins
<div class=”d4p-bbt-quote-title”>Lynn Seiler wrote:</div>
It’s even worse when mom said “just wait until your dad gets home”.Oh yeah, and my mom always added to that “you’ll wish you’d never been born”
<div class=”d4p-bbt-quote-title”>eelpoutguy wrote:</div>
When a 16′ Lund with a 20 horse and a tiller trolling motor was da bomb.You must’ve been the “rich people”, we were happy to have the 14′ Alumacraft with the 1959 Johnson Sea Horse 5 hp. Dad was to cheap to buy a trailer, so we “roped” it on top of the 1967 Plymouth Fury.
Oh no.
We had a 14’er from Holiday on Lyndale ave in Bloomington, with a 6HP evinrude.
<div class=”d4p-bbt-quote-title”>brad wrote:</div>
How about making Polish cannons out of steel 7up or RC pop cans
and having wars with them.Good one! Forgot about that,
-J.
Oh boy, there is something I forgot to teach my girls. Hadn’t thought about that for years
However we did recently modify a fence pole driver and dynamite
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