Bud's Corner - Where Are They Now?
Bud Langdon was reading some of the memories written in "Langruth Along the Crocus Trail" and started to recall some of his fond memories of Langruth and to wonder where some of the people of Langruth are now. Here is a quote from an e-mail that Bud sent to me that started this section:
" I also have many fond memory's of growing up in a community where we formed very close bonds with a number of very special classmates. Often knowing or sharing one anothers secrets, although in a small town, this was somewhat difficult to do, right? With this thought in mind after reading some of your web page reminiscence, Thura Boivins for example, I wondered how difficult it would be to collect contributions for a "where are they now" section. Then I ask myself, would anyone be interested in what happened to say the 'little guy that wanted puppies' after transferring his mothers laying hens eggs for his dog to hatch!! If there were, I might volunteer to attempt an update of sorts, of my life story after leaving our fair town and following, in my case a military career!! I can't believe I'm volunteering to do this. Better I send this off before I reconsider."
To add your brief story to Bud's Corner, please send an e-mail by clicking here.. As a starter, Bud has submitted his own story. Please send us a short note and add yours.
Langdon, Bud(Fall, 2000)
David G.(Bud) Langdon, Born 21 Mar 27., youngest son of Geo. and Edna Langdon,
Attended Langruth Consolidated School. 1933-43.
At this stage of my life I often reflect on my growing up years in Langruth, and try to imagine how the lives or careers of various classmates have turned out, thinking, wouldn't it be exciting, through this media, to hear their story's and to see updated photo's of them and their family's. I am hopeful that a number of old classmates who have access to either the Langruth Newsletter or Walter's web page might also enjoy sharing there life story.
At this time I'm having a problem trying to decide just where to start this life update. Not being a very well motivated student was brought to light after going through some of my mothers old treasures and finding a Grade 2 report
card, so we won't revisit that period of my life. The teacher, Miss Serbin, had ranked me ninth in the class with a 68.5 average. Conduct .. Fair - Talkative... and her remarks included, " Would like to see more improvement in writing and
reading". I think we only had 10 students in that grade so I'd be interested to find out who I beat out!! Most likely a retired CEO?
On completing grade 11 in 1944, at age 17, I enlisted in the Army, servicing a year before being released at the end of the war. I must say that after experiencing the comraderie and travel associated with service life, I decided to re-inlist in the RCAF as an Aero Engine mechanic in the fall of 46. This choice lead to a gratifying 28 year career, holding the rank of MWO on release in 74. The highlight, was having the opportunity to move our family and live in France for four years. Then after my release, being fortunate enough to spent the next 17 years employed at Standard Aero located in Winnipeg, a company that overhauled and repaired some of the various types of engines I had been
associated with in the service.
While at SAL I was diagnosed with having a rare form of muscular dystrophy called Inclusion Body Myositis (IBM) which forced me to take early retirement. Apparently the particular gene I inherited remained dormant until I was in my
late 50's, where at this time I began to experience a slow gradual weakness of leg muscles. It has now progressed into the arms, hands and neck muscles to the extent I depend on leg braces and a wheeled walker or sometimes a wheel chair to
help me go out and about. I am still fortunate to be able to drive with the aid of hand controls but because I can no longer manage stairs or steps, I am quite restricted on places to visit. Two years ago we sold our home and moved into a
very comfortable condominium. There are certainly times now when I miss activities such as curling, golf, gardening and especially traveling, but I also feel very fortunate that God gave me the tools to fill or replace those voids with other interests. For ex. trying to master various functions on the computer, spending some time each day in the exercise room, and hey, I have become pretty good at getting around the kitchen. Home made soups, pies and stews are my specialties.
This coming July, Mae and I hope to be celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary. Our two daughters and their families live on opposite ends of the country. Sylvia (Paul) have a Charlottetown address, while Carol (David) live in
Port Coquitlam BC. We are very fortunate to have two sons, David (Lynn) and Jim (Emily) presently living in Winnipeg. These four children have blessed us with 12 beautiful and healthy grandchildren and on Feb 1 we received word our second
great grandchild had arrived safely into the world.
Knowing how to close this down is as difficult as knowing where to start. Before I do , I would like to issue an invitation to the Barry Robertshaw's, Frankie Hanneson's, Walter Ruggles, Thura Peterson's, Joe and Julia Soos and to all other special classmates within this media's borders, to please write in or have a family member or friend help you get out your message. Thank you for listening and God Bless.
Arksey, Walter(Spring, 2000)
Need I say I have many memories of Langruth. We all do in our own way. I am now in Ottawa but have managed to get back many times to look for those familiar faces that I haven't seen in many years. During those years, Barbara and I have raised 3 children (Marieka, Christopher and Natasha) and enjoyed many trips to different parts of the world, mainly Europe. Besides working at Bell Canada for most of those years, I have spent my spare time coaching softball and basketball and lately keeping an Internet page for Langruth up to date. When I think back to my days in Langruth, there are some that stick out more than others:
- Saturday nights: cars, scenes in front of the hotel, dances in Plumas and Amaranth, the movies in the Hall
- the pranks on Halloween and Jim Clearwater trying to catch someone
- cub and Scout camping
- Red Cross swimming lessons which were held at the lake or in someone's pit if it was new and clean (no leaches)
- sitting in the booths in Johnnies' Cafe
- the train going through town, I wish I had taken pictures of it (does anyone have any?)
- school concerts, how nervous I was
- helping a drive of 100 horses from Uncle Ray's farm through town to the pasture on the Plumas rode. What a site.
- winter fishing with the bombardier and skating on the lake; they say Ottawa has the longest skating rink in the world.
Fedora
Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2000
Jack Fedora lives in Mission, B.C. and has lived in the Lower Mainland for 36 years. He is presently employed as a long Shoreman, with one year left for retirment. He has been married to Joan (Poulton) Fedora (from Regina Beach ) for 38 years. I have 2 kids, a son and daughter and 5 grandchildren, the oldest of which is 19 and the youngest is 2.
My brother Bill Fedora is a retired C.P.R. engineer and is retired and living in Moose Jaw and has one son and is married to Joyce for over 35 years. My sister Elsie (Tootsie) Fedora lives in Edmonton with her husband Don and has one son (Donald) and one grandson. My last trip out was 10 years ago for the reunion. Connie Fedora (now Chomiak) is still
living in Komarno, Manitobia. Audrey Clark (Wiess) lives in Lac DuBonnet, Manitoba. Hope to see you in the future!
Peterson- Bott - Boivin , Thura(Spring, 2000)
I was born June 7th, 1926, at LANGRUTH, the youngest child of William and Helga Peterson. I spent most of my life at the farmhouse and latter in town except for three years. I took typing and shorthand in evening school at Success Business College in Winnipeg and worked at the same time. After, I came back to LANGRUTH. I worked at the Red and White store and then at the Ridge Hotel. It was crowded every Saturday night and I came home with my pockets full of tips. I also looked after my mother for five years who was unable to walk and in a wheelchair. After we moved to town, I accepted the job as Postmaster and was there for nearly twenty-five years. I married rather late in life (1962) to Francis Bott. He brought three children into the marriage and then we had our own daughter, Vivian. After four and one-half years Francis died of Cancer. In 1971, I married again to Wilf Boivin who brought five more children to our family. I have eight step-children, thirteen step-grandchildren and three step-great grandchildren.
Wilf died with Cancer in 1997. I was then left alone and I moved into one of the senior residences in LANGRUTH. In November of 1999, I broke my hip and spent a month in the hospital and then finally took up residence in the 'Third Crossing Manor' in Gladstone. I also suffer from Parkinson's Disease, so I need a lot of help.
Enough History.
Remember when we were in grade two and the teacher tied our pencils to our desks. Remember the free hand writing as follows ////0////0////. I remember the long division, the long subtractions and additions. Playing games like anti anti high over the well shed or the brick school. How about pump, pump, pull away, tag, broomball or hopscotch?
Do you remember Steve Lyzun, Garth and Mavis Pollard, Tommy Popkes, Joyce Chant? I wonder where they are now.
I think Frankie Hanneson led the pack all through school and I know she could always beat me in racing.
I wonder where all the wild roses have gone. The one's that used to grow along the roadsides, also the gooseberries, black berries or nanny berries as I called them. They used to be so good in the fall. The wild raspberries and strawberries down at the lake or in our west field. The cranberries were so good and saskatoons were as large as grapes. I picked every day. Of course this was many years ago. I'm afraid all the insecticides, sprays and opening of new land has done away with all the wild berries. I have a patch of pink lady slippers and a patch of crocus's which I hope to preserve. We are now the "Bird Capital of Manitoba" as we have over 90 varieties of birds. There is a statue of a blue heron just south of town, which is our district bird.
I could keep scribbling along, but I guess you need room for other people to write. I hope you get a good response. Good luck to everyone who reads this.
Your old school chum,
Thura
Buddy Helgason
Thanks for your very up front testimony of days past. I am a person who picked up many names during my life. First in 1926 to 1931, I was called Quenter. Then in 1932 school days, Mindu, a name I never cared for because of its feminine sound but it stuck till I joined the military in 1952 when I used my birth certificate name [Gudmunder Sophainas Helgason]. Well, that did not go over well and my sargent I c and he said that I would be called [Helgi] if I did not object and I did not so helgi since. Now to reflect just a little on the time Bud spoke of and our teachers of that time. I was one year ahead of Bud and I do remember Ms Serbin and the next teacher was I believe was Ms Wilson and my friend the principal Mr Turner. I went three years to the Langruth school and did quite well. Then our family were obliged to move to my father’s farm in the Big Point school which was a four mile walk to school to grade 8 and I at 15 went to work at Macdonald air base after which I tried farming quite unsuccessfully so joined the army which I retired from on C A R in 1971. The classmates I recall are Garth Pollerd, Gustove and Albert Schmidt, Bert Harris, Norman and Barry Robertshaw, Joyce Chant, Clifford Johnson, Billy Langdon, Connie Fedora, Byron and Wilma Arksey. My wife Irene and I make our home in Brandon, Man. We have four children: 3 girls and 1 son. Wayne in Wpg, Faye in Ottowa and Joann in Chater Mb. Our youngest is Sherri in Ottowa and god has been in our corner since I became an abstainer in 1957. Thanks for the chance to reflect. [helgi]
Found on the internet by Barry Arksey:
I came across this phrase in a book yesterday "FENDER SKIRTS". A term I haven't heard in a long time and thinking about "fender skirts" started me thinking about other words that quietly disappear from our language with hardly a notice.
Like "curb feelers" and "steering knobs." Since I'd been thinking of cars, my mind naturally went that direction first. Any kids will probably have to find some elderly person over 50 to explain some of these terms to you.
Remember "Continental kits?" They were rear bumper extenders and spare tire covers that were supposed to make any car as cool as a Lincoln Continental.
When did we quit calling them "emergency brakes?" At some point "parking brake" became the proper term. But I miss the hint of drama that went with "emergency brake."
I'm sad, too, that almost all the old folks are gone who would call the accelerator the "foot feed."
Didn't you ever wait at the street for your daddy to come home, so you could ride the "running board" up to the house?
Here's a phrase I heard all the time in my youth but never anymore - "store-bought." Of course, just about everything is store-bought these days. But once it was bragging material to have a store-bought dress or a store-bought bag of candy.
"Coast to coast" is a phrase that once held all sorts of excitement and now means almost nothing. Now we take the term "world wide" for granted. This floors me.
On a smaller scale, "wall-to-wall" was once a magical term in our homes. In the '50s, everyone covered his or her hardwood floors with, wow, wall-to-wall carpeting! Today, everyone replaces their wall-to-wall carpeting with hardwood floors. Go figure.
When's the last time you heard the quaint phrase "in a family way?" It's hard to imagine that the word "pregnant" was once considered a little too graphic, a little too clinical for use in polite company. So we had all that talk about stork visits and "being in a family way" or simply "expecting."
Apparently "brassiere" is a word no longer in usage. I said it the other day and my daughter cracked up. I guess it's just "bra" now "Unmentionables" probably wouldn't be understood at all.
I always loved going to the "picture show," but I considered "movie" an affectation.
Most of these words go back to the '50s, but here's a pure-'60s word I came across the other day - "rat fink." Ooh, what a nasty put-down!
Here's a word I miss - "percolator." That was just a fun word to say. And what was it replaced with? "Coffee maker." How dull. Mr. Coffee, I blame you for this.
I miss those made-up marketing words that were meant to sound so modern and now sound so retro. Words like "DynaFlow" and "Electrolux." Introducing the 1963 Admiral TV, now with "SpectraVision!"
Food for thought - Was there a telethon that wiped out lumbago? Nobody complains of that anymore. Maybe that's what castor oil cured, because I never hear mothers threatening kids with castor oil anymore.
Some words aren't gone, but are definitely on the endangered list. The one that grieves me most "supper." Now everybody says "dinner." Save a great word. Invite someone to supper. Discuss fender skirts.
Someone forwarded this to me. I thought some of us of a "certain age" would remember most of these.
Just for fun, Pass it along to others of "a certain age"!!
Bud Langdon was reading some of the memories written in "Langruth Along the Crocus Trail" and started to recall some of his fond memories of Langruth and to wonder where some of the people of Langruth are now. Here is a quote from an e-mail that Bud sent to me that started this section:
" I also have many fond memory's of growing up in a community where we formed very close bonds with a number of very special classmates. Often knowing or sharing one anothers secrets, although in a small town, this was somewhat difficult to do, right? With this thought in mind after reading some of your web page reminiscence, Thura Boivins for example, I wondered how difficult it would be to collect contributions for a "where are they now" section. Then I ask myself, would anyone be interested in what happened to say the 'little guy that wanted puppies' after transferring his mothers laying hens eggs for his dog to hatch!! If there were, I might volunteer to attempt an update of sorts, of my life story after leaving our fair town and following, in my case a military career!! I can't believe I'm volunteering to do this. Better I send this off before I reconsider."
To add your brief story to Bud's Corner, please send an e-mail by clicking here.. As a starter, Bud has submitted his own story. Please send us a short note and add yours.
Langdon, Bud(Fall, 2000)
David G.(Bud) Langdon, Born 21 Mar 27., youngest son of Geo. and Edna Langdon,
Attended Langruth Consolidated School. 1933-43.
At this stage of my life I often reflect on my growing up years in Langruth, and try to imagine how the lives or careers of various classmates have turned out, thinking, wouldn't it be exciting, through this media, to hear their story's and to see updated photo's of them and their family's. I am hopeful that a number of old classmates who have access to either the Langruth Newsletter or Walter's web page might also enjoy sharing there life story.
At this time I'm having a problem trying to decide just where to start this life update. Not being a very well motivated student was brought to light after going through some of my mothers old treasures and finding a Grade 2 report
card, so we won't revisit that period of my life. The teacher, Miss Serbin, had ranked me ninth in the class with a 68.5 average. Conduct .. Fair - Talkative... and her remarks included, " Would like to see more improvement in writing and
reading". I think we only had 10 students in that grade so I'd be interested to find out who I beat out!! Most likely a retired CEO?
On completing grade 11 in 1944, at age 17, I enlisted in the Army, servicing a year before being released at the end of the war. I must say that after experiencing the comraderie and travel associated with service life, I decided to re-inlist in the RCAF as an Aero Engine mechanic in the fall of 46. This choice lead to a gratifying 28 year career, holding the rank of MWO on release in 74. The highlight, was having the opportunity to move our family and live in France for four years. Then after my release, being fortunate enough to spent the next 17 years employed at Standard Aero located in Winnipeg, a company that overhauled and repaired some of the various types of engines I had been
associated with in the service.
While at SAL I was diagnosed with having a rare form of muscular dystrophy called Inclusion Body Myositis (IBM) which forced me to take early retirement. Apparently the particular gene I inherited remained dormant until I was in my
late 50's, where at this time I began to experience a slow gradual weakness of leg muscles. It has now progressed into the arms, hands and neck muscles to the extent I depend on leg braces and a wheeled walker or sometimes a wheel chair to
help me go out and about. I am still fortunate to be able to drive with the aid of hand controls but because I can no longer manage stairs or steps, I am quite restricted on places to visit. Two years ago we sold our home and moved into a
very comfortable condominium. There are certainly times now when I miss activities such as curling, golf, gardening and especially traveling, but I also feel very fortunate that God gave me the tools to fill or replace those voids with other interests. For ex. trying to master various functions on the computer, spending some time each day in the exercise room, and hey, I have become pretty good at getting around the kitchen. Home made soups, pies and stews are my specialties.
This coming July, Mae and I hope to be celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary. Our two daughters and their families live on opposite ends of the country. Sylvia (Paul) have a Charlottetown address, while Carol (David) live in
Port Coquitlam BC. We are very fortunate to have two sons, David (Lynn) and Jim (Emily) presently living in Winnipeg. These four children have blessed us with 12 beautiful and healthy grandchildren and on Feb 1 we received word our second
great grandchild had arrived safely into the world.
Knowing how to close this down is as difficult as knowing where to start. Before I do , I would like to issue an invitation to the Barry Robertshaw's, Frankie Hanneson's, Walter Ruggles, Thura Peterson's, Joe and Julia Soos and to all other special classmates within this media's borders, to please write in or have a family member or friend help you get out your message. Thank you for listening and God Bless.
Arksey, Walter(Spring, 2000)
Need I say I have many memories of Langruth. We all do in our own way. I am now in Ottawa but have managed to get back many times to look for those familiar faces that I haven't seen in many years. During those years, Barbara and I have raised 3 children (Marieka, Christopher and Natasha) and enjoyed many trips to different parts of the world, mainly Europe. Besides working at Bell Canada for most of those years, I have spent my spare time coaching softball and basketball and lately keeping an Internet page for Langruth up to date. When I think back to my days in Langruth, there are some that stick out more than others:
- Saturday nights: cars, scenes in front of the hotel, dances in Plumas and Amaranth, the movies in the Hall
- the pranks on Halloween and Jim Clearwater trying to catch someone
- cub and Scout camping
- Red Cross swimming lessons which were held at the lake or in someone's pit if it was new and clean (no leaches)
- sitting in the booths in Johnnies' Cafe
- the train going through town, I wish I had taken pictures of it (does anyone have any?)
- school concerts, how nervous I was
- helping a drive of 100 horses from Uncle Ray's farm through town to the pasture on the Plumas rode. What a site.
- winter fishing with the bombardier and skating on the lake; they say Ottawa has the longest skating rink in the world.
Fedora
Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2000
Jack Fedora lives in Mission, B.C. and has lived in the Lower Mainland for 36 years. He is presently employed as a long Shoreman, with one year left for retirment. He has been married to Joan (Poulton) Fedora (from Regina Beach ) for 38 years. I have 2 kids, a son and daughter and 5 grandchildren, the oldest of which is 19 and the youngest is 2.
My brother Bill Fedora is a retired C.P.R. engineer and is retired and living in Moose Jaw and has one son and is married to Joyce for over 35 years. My sister Elsie (Tootsie) Fedora lives in Edmonton with her husband Don and has one son (Donald) and one grandson. My last trip out was 10 years ago for the reunion. Connie Fedora (now Chomiak) is still
living in Komarno, Manitobia. Audrey Clark (Wiess) lives in Lac DuBonnet, Manitoba. Hope to see you in the future!
Peterson- Bott - Boivin , Thura(Spring, 2000)
I was born June 7th, 1926, at LANGRUTH, the youngest child of William and Helga Peterson. I spent most of my life at the farmhouse and latter in town except for three years. I took typing and shorthand in evening school at Success Business College in Winnipeg and worked at the same time. After, I came back to LANGRUTH. I worked at the Red and White store and then at the Ridge Hotel. It was crowded every Saturday night and I came home with my pockets full of tips. I also looked after my mother for five years who was unable to walk and in a wheelchair. After we moved to town, I accepted the job as Postmaster and was there for nearly twenty-five years. I married rather late in life (1962) to Francis Bott. He brought three children into the marriage and then we had our own daughter, Vivian. After four and one-half years Francis died of Cancer. In 1971, I married again to Wilf Boivin who brought five more children to our family. I have eight step-children, thirteen step-grandchildren and three step-great grandchildren.
Wilf died with Cancer in 1997. I was then left alone and I moved into one of the senior residences in LANGRUTH. In November of 1999, I broke my hip and spent a month in the hospital and then finally took up residence in the 'Third Crossing Manor' in Gladstone. I also suffer from Parkinson's Disease, so I need a lot of help.
Enough History.
Remember when we were in grade two and the teacher tied our pencils to our desks. Remember the free hand writing as follows ////0////0////. I remember the long division, the long subtractions and additions. Playing games like anti anti high over the well shed or the brick school. How about pump, pump, pull away, tag, broomball or hopscotch?
Do you remember Steve Lyzun, Garth and Mavis Pollard, Tommy Popkes, Joyce Chant? I wonder where they are now.
I think Frankie Hanneson led the pack all through school and I know she could always beat me in racing.
I wonder where all the wild roses have gone. The one's that used to grow along the roadsides, also the gooseberries, black berries or nanny berries as I called them. They used to be so good in the fall. The wild raspberries and strawberries down at the lake or in our west field. The cranberries were so good and saskatoons were as large as grapes. I picked every day. Of course this was many years ago. I'm afraid all the insecticides, sprays and opening of new land has done away with all the wild berries. I have a patch of pink lady slippers and a patch of crocus's which I hope to preserve. We are now the "Bird Capital of Manitoba" as we have over 90 varieties of birds. There is a statue of a blue heron just south of town, which is our district bird.
I could keep scribbling along, but I guess you need room for other people to write. I hope you get a good response. Good luck to everyone who reads this.
Your old school chum,
Thura
Buddy Helgason
Thanks for your very up front testimony of days past. I am a person who picked up many names during my life. First in 1926 to 1931, I was called Quenter. Then in 1932 school days, Mindu, a name I never cared for because of its feminine sound but it stuck till I joined the military in 1952 when I used my birth certificate name [Gudmunder Sophainas Helgason]. Well, that did not go over well and my sargent I c and he said that I would be called [Helgi] if I did not object and I did not so helgi since. Now to reflect just a little on the time Bud spoke of and our teachers of that time. I was one year ahead of Bud and I do remember Ms Serbin and the next teacher was I believe was Ms Wilson and my friend the principal Mr Turner. I went three years to the Langruth school and did quite well. Then our family were obliged to move to my father’s farm in the Big Point school which was a four mile walk to school to grade 8 and I at 15 went to work at Macdonald air base after which I tried farming quite unsuccessfully so joined the army which I retired from on C A R in 1971. The classmates I recall are Garth Pollerd, Gustove and Albert Schmidt, Bert Harris, Norman and Barry Robertshaw, Joyce Chant, Clifford Johnson, Billy Langdon, Connie Fedora, Byron and Wilma Arksey. My wife Irene and I make our home in Brandon, Man. We have four children: 3 girls and 1 son. Wayne in Wpg, Faye in Ottowa and Joann in Chater Mb. Our youngest is Sherri in Ottowa and god has been in our corner since I became an abstainer in 1957. Thanks for the chance to reflect. [helgi]
Found on the internet by Barry Arksey:
I came across this phrase in a book yesterday "FENDER SKIRTS". A term I haven't heard in a long time and thinking about "fender skirts" started me thinking about other words that quietly disappear from our language with hardly a notice.
Like "curb feelers" and "steering knobs." Since I'd been thinking of cars, my mind naturally went that direction first. Any kids will probably have to find some elderly person over 50 to explain some of these terms to you.
Remember "Continental kits?" They were rear bumper extenders and spare tire covers that were supposed to make any car as cool as a Lincoln Continental.
When did we quit calling them "emergency brakes?" At some point "parking brake" became the proper term. But I miss the hint of drama that went with "emergency brake."
I'm sad, too, that almost all the old folks are gone who would call the accelerator the "foot feed."
Didn't you ever wait at the street for your daddy to come home, so you could ride the "running board" up to the house?
Here's a phrase I heard all the time in my youth but never anymore - "store-bought." Of course, just about everything is store-bought these days. But once it was bragging material to have a store-bought dress or a store-bought bag of candy.
"Coast to coast" is a phrase that once held all sorts of excitement and now means almost nothing. Now we take the term "world wide" for granted. This floors me.
On a smaller scale, "wall-to-wall" was once a magical term in our homes. In the '50s, everyone covered his or her hardwood floors with, wow, wall-to-wall carpeting! Today, everyone replaces their wall-to-wall carpeting with hardwood floors. Go figure.
When's the last time you heard the quaint phrase "in a family way?" It's hard to imagine that the word "pregnant" was once considered a little too graphic, a little too clinical for use in polite company. So we had all that talk about stork visits and "being in a family way" or simply "expecting."
Apparently "brassiere" is a word no longer in usage. I said it the other day and my daughter cracked up. I guess it's just "bra" now "Unmentionables" probably wouldn't be understood at all.
I always loved going to the "picture show," but I considered "movie" an affectation.
Most of these words go back to the '50s, but here's a pure-'60s word I came across the other day - "rat fink." Ooh, what a nasty put-down!
Here's a word I miss - "percolator." That was just a fun word to say. And what was it replaced with? "Coffee maker." How dull. Mr. Coffee, I blame you for this.
I miss those made-up marketing words that were meant to sound so modern and now sound so retro. Words like "DynaFlow" and "Electrolux." Introducing the 1963 Admiral TV, now with "SpectraVision!"
Food for thought - Was there a telethon that wiped out lumbago? Nobody complains of that anymore. Maybe that's what castor oil cured, because I never hear mothers threatening kids with castor oil anymore.
Some words aren't gone, but are definitely on the endangered list. The one that grieves me most "supper." Now everybody says "dinner." Save a great word. Invite someone to supper. Discuss fender skirts.
Someone forwarded this to me. I thought some of us of a "certain age" would remember most of these.
Just for fun, Pass it along to others of "a certain age"!!