tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30931389.post6060908448316097795..comments2023-09-06T05:48:05.398-06:00Comments on Terry's Place: Remember the Good Old Days?Terry Odellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11610682530545306687noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30931389.post-90241494222860714602009-05-11T17:30:00.000-06:002009-05-11T17:30:00.000-06:00Ah, yes, Margaret. Toys in those days didn't need...Ah, yes, Margaret. Toys in those days didn't need batteries. Just some imagination.Terry Odellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11610682530545306687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30931389.post-11742800569814431532009-05-11T17:06:00.000-06:002009-05-11T17:06:00.000-06:00Hi Terry,
Oh yes the good old days. When you could...Hi Terry,<br />Oh yes the good old days. When you could go out and leave your front door wide open and nothing was ever stolen. You could walk about at night and not be violated by some thug. And small things made you happy. My first doll's pram was a shoe box which I pulled along by a piece of string.<br />Sigh sigh Sigh<br />Regards<br />MargaretMargaret Tannerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07123830410502520003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30931389.post-29856057287201005652009-05-11T10:31:00.000-06:002009-05-11T10:31:00.000-06:00Tonya, when you think that there are kids out ther...Tonya, when you think that there are kids out there who have never seen a typewriter, or a record...<br /><br />Milk in glass bottles? Delivered by the milkman? With crimped paper tops and cardboard seals?Terry Odellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11610682530545306687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30931389.post-7067817916668986962009-05-11T10:27:00.001-06:002009-05-11T10:27:00.001-06:00I try to remember the good old days as much as I c...I try to remember the good old days as much as I can. As you grow up things change so much, or maybe you stop viewing things the way you did as a child. But I remember what it used to be like and I think that helps with my writing as well. Ah, the good days!!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01739952884201485231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30931389.post-61714048797464060722009-05-11T10:27:00.000-06:002009-05-11T10:27:00.000-06:00Emma, yes, we too went roller skating -- we took t...Emma, yes, we too went roller skating -- we took the kids during the resurgence of rinks in the 70's. I recall those early computers -- and they used casette tapes, not floppy disks.Terry Odellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11610682530545306687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30931389.post-41191230288383860492009-05-11T10:23:00.000-06:002009-05-11T10:23:00.000-06:00My favorite past time was roller skating...not bla...My favorite past time was roller skating...not blading. My feet have never even been in a pair of rollerblades. We had a console t.v. that my parents won for going to some sales pitch for houses in the middle of nowhere...of course that place is now a major suburb of Houston. Then of course there was my first computer, which was one of the original T.I.s and was hooked to the television.Emma Laihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00575747694031510440noreply@blogger.com