Man I feel old reading this

[Jay481985]

My current car has a this is not an ashtray compartment lined in red velvet.

[dtel]

I know the maximum amount of Fix-A-Flat you can put in a tire before it comes unglued, is three cans...

Now that's funny.[]

[dtel]

I listened to CC Courtney, on WTIX "The Mighty 690" or WNOE, I can't remember which. Around 1963 through 1965 or so every weeknight there was an hour-long "Beatle-A-Rama".

I remember that. also later WRNO would play whole LP's, I think on Friday nights from beginning to end to make it easy to record. Remember the Dr Demento show, probably a different spelling, and Morgus the Magnificent on TV.

[WS65711]

I listened to CC Courtney, on WTIX "The Mighty 690" or WNOE, I can't remember which. Around 1963 through 1965 or so every weeknight there was an hour-long "Beatle-A-Rama".

I remember that. also later WRNO would play whole LP's, I think on Friday nights from beginning to end to make it easy to record. Remember the Dr Demento show, probably a different spelling, and Morgus the Magnificent on TV.

Yes.......... We're the Rock of New Orleans . . .

The coolest station ever was WWOM-FM (U-N-D-E-R-G-R-O-U-N-D). But it only lasted a couple of years as underground radio. I had forgotten about the cool "names" of the disc jockeys, but some of them are listed in the link below.

I learned this morning that there is currently an internet radio station called beatlesarama.com, started by someone that lived in New Orleans in the early sixties, and named after the old WTIX radio hour.

Do a Ctrl-F using WWOM on the link below for the names of the WWOM personalities, which include a famous name that everyone is familiar with . . .

http://www.walkerpub.com/radio_memories_email15.html

[Mallette]

WNOE=Gov. James A. Noe.

Dave

[WS65711]

WNOE=Gov. James A. Noe.

Dave

Yup........ He died a number of years ago. There was a news report last week that his walking cane was stolen from his family a few days before. Apparently it had little monetary value, but was highly cherished by his family.

Dtel - Which of these places do you remember? I know they were a little out of your neighborhood, but they were right in mine [Y]

Luigi's?

Brother's?

The Library?

The Barrel?

Steer-Inn?

Pitt Theater?

Teddy's?

[dtel]

The names sound familiar. The Library was not a library I think it was a bar along with The Barrel and I can't remember if Brothers was a bar or a poboy shop ? I think Teddy's was a poboy shop but I could be confusing it with someplace years later

There was a few drive in theaters we would go to but I can't remember the names. There was a really good Italian restaurant in the French Quarter we liked but I am really thinking Luigi's was another bar, like Maxwell's, The Dungeon and all the others in the quarter, then there was all of them in Fat city, and don't forget up by Oak street. Now that I think back I see why it was a little fuzzy

I am not that old to not remember, a month away from 53...........but I am not sure, I guess i have old-timers decease [] OR it was just a little fuzzy back then, no wonder with that many places to go.

[WS65711]

Heading south on Elysian Fields, just before the corner at Robert E. Lee, you came to Brothers (a bar), then in an attached building right at the corner was The Barrel (another bar), then rounding the corner on Robert E. Lee heading west The Library (another bar) was in the first building right next to The Barrel. I'm a little older than you (made 57 in May) so maybe I remember more than you, because maybe some of these places were gone by the time you were a little older.

Teddy's was a poboy shop on Franklin near Fillmore, and was still there up until Katrina. I'm not sure if it is still there now. The Pitt Theater was on Elysian Fields at Robert E. Lee, directly across from the bars previously mentioned. Luigi's was a pizza place (surprise!) about a block toward the lake from the Pitt. The Steer-Inn was a drive-in hamburger/poboy place (with car-hops in the evening hours) on Elysian Fields about a block towards the river from the Pitt. I worked at the Steer-Inn when I was 15 and a little older for $1 an hour (cash money, no taxes). Several of my friends worked there also.

Closer in to your neighborhood, I remember somewhere (don't know if it was Binder's or Leidenheimer's) on St. Claude where they had a light on front of the building that would come on when the French Bread was hot out of the oven . . .

[mike stehr]

I know the maximum amount of Fix-A-Flat you can put in a tire before it comes unglued, is three cans...

Now that's funny.

It happened on the freeway, in the fast lane driving a old '80 Toyota PU. There was other cars crowded around me, when that right rear tire let go. The tire pretty much exploded. Those other cars backed-off real fast...that'll learn 'em for tailgatin'...

I probably tagged 4-5 cars with chunks of rubber and starch from the fix-a-flat. Wiped out part of the box behind the wheel, with nothing left but the beads on the rim. That day kinda sucked.

[dtel]

OK now I remember where those three were on Elysian Fields, If I remember correctly that theater turned X rated later, they were about the last thing before Pontchartrain Beach. Remember Chicken delight, with the big chickens on the delivery cars.

[Islander]

I am not that old to not remember, a month away from 53...........but I am not sure, I guess i have old-timers decease

If you have old-timers' decease, you won't have it for long. Let us know when to send flowers... []

[dtel]

Closer in to your neighborhood, I remember somewhere (don't know if it was Binder's or Leidenheimer's) on St. Claude where they had a light on front of the building that would come on when the French Bread was hot out of the oven

I remember that, you could smell the French bread cooking for blocks.

Until about 1965 we lived at 813 Forstall St, which was the first red light when you came off the St Claude bridge, by Holy Cross, the 9th ward. [] ( Spike Lee even had an escort to film his movie there ) I hate to say it but we moved to Chalmette from there, at the time it was like moving to the country,

[dtel]

I am not that old to not remember, a month away from 53...........but I am not sure, I guess i have old-timers decease

If you have old-timers' decease, you won't have it for long. Let us know when to send flowers...

I know, after old is room temperature. [:|] No flowers needed I will have no idea there there.

No I feel fine....................after I am up for 30 minutes and have coffee. [:$]

[WS65711]

OK now I remember where those three were on Elysian Fields, If I remember correctly that theater turned X rated later, they were about the last thing before Pontchartrain Beach. Remember Chicken delight, with the big chickens on the delivery cars.

I don't believe the Pitt ever turned XXX. There was one on Franklin (I think it was the Tiger), and later I think the Fox (on Elysian near Gentilly Blvd) might have went XXX. I do remember "Don't cook tonite, Call Chicken Delight". Teddy's had the giant cow on the roof of Teddy's Meat Market next door. Chicken Delight was right next to Teddy's IIRC.

My wife worked at Jackson Barracks for 25 years . . .

[peshewah]

I didn't read the whole thread But when I was in grade school, my oldest brother and his geek friend installed a 8-track and 2 speakers in a curler box(hair curler) and that was our home stereo. It was (pardon me) Top Notch. There was no better.

[garyrc]

• A General Electric VR II phono Cartridge with a viscous damped tone arm.
• Westminster Classical records ... Mono!!
• Mono tape recorders (mostly).
• black & White mono TV
• Walt Disney's three channel stereo black and white TV broadcast The Peter Tchaikovsky Story in 1958. The three channels were TV (center), FM (left), AM (right). Glorious stereo in my home for 1 hour! 400 miles to the south my future wife of 35 years (so far) was setting up her three channels to hear the Disney show, just as I was. We found each other 12 years later. There has never been a WAF to consider in our home. The Disney show had everyone talking at the high school the next day ... we had to have stereo.. where was the industry? Unless you had one of the few stereo tape decks by Viking or Ampex, you could not have stereo. The stereo record was introduced at Hi Fi shows the following year. Color TV came in about 2 1/2 years later.

[Islander]

When I was a little kid, we had an icebox and the iceman brought a block of ice about a cubic foot in size. It went into the top part of the icebox and as the ice melted, it drained into a pan under the icebox that had to be emptied into the sink every couple of days. This was in the mid-Fifties.

We didn't get a TV until I was about ten years old, black and white, of course. We had one English channel and one French channel in our country village, but some of the kids in the city (a 45-minute bus ride from the village to high school in the city) had cable TV and they'd tell us about shows like Time Tunnel, which we never had a chance to see. We did get the original Star Trek, though, so that was okay.

Cigarettes cost 35 cents a pack and my dad would send me to the store to buy them for him, when I was ten or eleven.

The Coke truck that delivered to the candy store had open sides, with hundreds of cases of Coca-Cola visible and we'd wonder if anyone would ever be bad enough to steal a bottle or even a whole case, but it never seemed to happen. The coke was 5 cents, plus 2 cents for the bottle.

Typewriters had a 'cents' key as well as a '$' key.

Most drug stores had a diner counter where you could get a burger and a milkshake, and the tube tester would be a few aisles away, with a selection of new radio and TV tubes locked behind the window of its lower cabinet.

Milk and bread were delivered to the door every few days. In the cold weather in Quebec, the milk would often freeze, then expand and crack the glass bottle. Then the neighbour's dog would come over and lick the half-frozen milk out of the broken bottle and cut his tongue, so we'd find a broken bottle of milk with dog blood on it in the morning.

The dry cleaner man also went door to door. Our local dry cleaner guy was the town gossip, so our moms would have to watch what they told him, or it would be all over town.

When I got to be seventeen and bought my first motorbike, a Yamaha 180 twin, I'd be sure to keep a quarter in my pocket, because that would buy me half a tank of gas to get me home.

Cars would need to be "winterized" every fall, which entailed some carburetor adjustments. Plugs and points would need to be changed every 10,000 miles, but it was a good idea to take out the plugs after 5,000 miles and take them to the gas station to have them sandblasted in a small machine, one at a time, so they'd be good for a few more months.

Our six transistor pocket radios had little triangles at two or three spots on the tuning dial, so you could tune to the Conelrad Civil Defence stations that would give you important info in the case of a nuclear attack by the Soviet Union.

There was almost no FM radio, except for classic/orchestra radio stations, and the AM stations played only pop music like the Beach Boys or Tommy James and the Shondells, or maybe Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs. Love Potion Number Nine got lots of airplay. Stuff like Cream or Led Zeppelin or the Doors or CCR was "underground music" that we only heard about by word of mouth.

Around 1969, mini-cassettes came out, but few of us of us had the new players, so LPs and some 45s were the usual music sources.

In the late Sixties, a teenage party for us started with going to the shoplifter's house, because he had lots of LPs, then to the house of the guy with the portable record player, then to the house of the guy whose parents were out, then the party would start. In the winter, the temperature would be about 0 degrees F or around -20C, so we'd all be walking liked speeded-up robots so we wouldn't freeze on the way.

In the summertime, we'd head to the beach, but very few of us had cars and only a few guys had motorbikes, so we'd load up with three or four or even five kids on each bike. The village had no police, so no worries about being stopped.

Sometimes we'd be in one of the city's suburban malls and we'd go see the Scopi-Tone, a sort of video jukebox that showed music clips on a rear-projection screen. It would have songs like A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum.

By 1970, $3 would buy a rock concert ticket, and for $6 you could get a New Year's Eve ticket to see six bands at Maple Leaf Gardens in Toronto, like Johnny Winter, James Gang, Dr. John the Night Tripper, Rare Earth, and a couple of local bands. The show would run from about 8 pm until around 2 am.

Rock music became a lot more mainstream after that, but then in the late Seventies came the era of disco, which we'll just skip over. The Eighties brought New Wave, and then eventually punk rock, and by then most of today's Klipsch forum members were alive, so you can remember what came after all this stuff.

[Mallette]

Great suff! Overlaps with a bit of my own history, but the northern clime and the isolation is a different take. I don't recall ever being in a house with an icebox, but my grandmother's house had electric lights only in the living room and kitchen area. The rest was kerosene lamps. OTOH, iceboxs couldn't be give away, as almost every house I recall out in the country had at least one sitting outside rotting away as they had no value. Too young to be antiques and too old to be usefull for anything.

At the same time, there was still an old man and his wife who collected trash with a one horse buckboard in my neighborhood.

If you guys got 10k miles from your points, you had better ones than we did. I carried a spare set with me and changed them on the side of the road more than once. The demise of the carbuerator cost garages a major income stream. I was sold several before learning that about all that can go wrong with them is to be physically broken. I eventually developed enough skill to rebuild a Weber on the side of the road.

Can't say I miss them at all.

Dave

[Groomlakearea51]

Jammed away in a boarding school (for my own good as I recall Mummy and Daddy always explaining as they moved me from one such place to another for various "crimes"), and listening to pirate station "Radio Caroline" or "Radio Luxembourg" on a hand built crystal radio hidden under my pillow.... always hoping I would not commit any further "crimes" for which I would get "six of the best" with the bamboo cane from the headmaster who was undoubtedly a SS concentration camp commandant secretly being hidden by the Brits (we lived in England at the time...) to conduct vile torture experiments on juvenile delinquent students.... The thing that stands out the most (I was 12 years old) was at about 10:00 PM one night in November 1963, the dorm resident teacher coming to my bunk, and telling me that I was being called to the headmaster's office. I figured they had caught me for something, but I mentally went down the list of crimes, and could not think of any outstanding depredations for which I had not already been thrashed. When I arrived (under escort by a senior 6th form boy), I was told to stand outside. I did so and was there outside the closed door for what felt like an eternity. The door opened and I was "summoned". The headmaster and two other teachers were there, along with the other senior American student at the school. I was duly informed that my president had been shot and killed, and was handed the telephone. On the phone was my father, calling from the embassy. He explained what had happened and that he did not think the Commies had done it so everyone was safe, and no... he was not bringing me home to attend a normal school.... Being 12 and not really politically sensitive at the time, I said nothing, handed the phone back, and was promptly marched back to the dormitory floor..... Never forgot that. Guess I'm old....

[H]

[Cal Blacksmith]

I missed this thread the first time around but I remember:

Test patterns on the B&W TV after the stations signed off for the day.

National Anthium when the stations signed on.

Starter and headlight switches on the floor.

Manual chokes.

Three on the tree gear shifters.

buying a set of tires for my car and fretting over if I should pay $12 or $15 each with mounting and ball.

Gas wars.

$0.20 a gallon gas.

When dimes and quarters were made from REAL SILVER, not copper sandwhiches (pennies were made from real copper, not plated zinc).

Every parrent on the block had equal rights to give you a spanking should you need it, then tell your folks so you could get another one.

The hot car audio setup was to have DUAL 6 X 9s mounted on the rear deck WITH a spring reverb and a 4 or 8 track tape player.

In additon to changing points, plugs and adjusting the carb, you had to adjust the valves too!

I remember a time when a bit of bailing wire, some duct tape and a hose clamp or two could "fix" anything on the car well enough to get you home.

When a dollar would buy you enough candy and soda pop to get you sick.

When flying, you were served a meal on china plates with real silverware and glasses.

Taking a train across country for days when flying would only be 4 or 5 hours.

My mother driving a "station wagon" that was big enough to put my 8' long boat INSIDE the car AND still be able to haul half a dozen kids to the beach.

I guess I AM gettng a bit older LOL[:$]