Oh, yes. The dreaded term papers. I had to type my thesis on an electric typewriter that did not have any corrective tape! I went through reams of papers and must have contributed to deforestation. All shared paperwork for lectures were also done by mimeograph. Remember them? And dittos! Ink tubes and inky hands!

Absolutely. I remember smelling the dittos right after our teachers handed them out.

Ah Ha! I've found a fellow ditto sniffer! Sigh. I kind of miss that smell. And we had a party line when I was a teenager and my grandparents were on the same line as us. My grandmother was notorious for listening to calls so my friends and I had all these codes worked out so Grandma wouldn't know what we talking about.

My Mom wrote on slate. She said they would erase it after each lesson. Times such have changed since she was a kid huh?

chick

Chick, my mom did too. I have to tell you the name of her school! It was called "Smutty Bear Bottom School" - I guess that was the name of the little village in South Dakota where she lived as a child.

Smutty Bear Bottom School - now, really, Kathy, that is too funny. I remember most of the things on Chatty's list but in Canada it was a bit different. I was 5 years old when TVs became available and we got one (3 black-and-white channels). My parents had a hard time getting me interested in food until we got the TV. Then I wanted whatever I saw being eaten on the screen. Tweety Bird, Little Lulu and Archie's Betty were my favs. Penny bubble gum with comic wrappers, milk, ice, bread, and meat delivered by different people. The milk man had a horse-drawn cart! We kids ran after the ice truck for chunks during summers. We went to the butcher to pick out our live chicken and the rabbi would cut it's throat, bless it and hang it up to bleed out. Then we plucked it and took it home. Most of the family lived in one city and my grandparents (Mom's parents) moved in with us when they got old. Those were the days! Thanks for the reminisce. Good memories.

Smutty Bear Bottom? I wonder how it got that name?
I remember bringing our milk bottle to the farm and getting it filled...um ummmm so good.

chick

Sounds like it needs a good bath to me....yuk,yuk!

My grandmother had a couple of houses just across the border in Mexico. One of them was a mud house and whenever we stayed there we had to use an outhouse. They sure are scary. We always banged the seat to make sure there were no snakes or bugs. It was gross

Saundra, when did you move to the states?

I remember the milk man from when I was very little. I think we started buying our milk at the store when I was in second grade. Does anyone know why we had milk men? Was it because the milk was fresher than at the store?

I recall that my friend's milk man also brought those mini chocolate wax donuts on Saturday mornings. What a treat that was when I spent the night there on Friday nights.