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    Please take this little Quiz to find out:


    When the bus cost a quarter

    And a phone call a dime

    When NO ONE called Israel

    And the static on the line!

    When lunches were brown-bagged

    And thermos well-filled

    With plain,healthy milk

    We cried if it spilled.

    When teachers were “right”

    Even though they were wrong

    When “we’re calling your parents”

    Made you worry all day long

    When a teacher could throw

    A compass your way

    And still teach your grandson

    When he’s in 3A.

    When we made the food

    For our School Shabbos fun

    Nothing was catered

    By us,it was done

    When rotary phones

    And manual type

    Were the latest-and push-button

    Was the great “hype”

    I think our kids

    Are inundated


    So updated


    It’s all revised

    Tech is small

    Food’s SUPER-SIZed

    I’m stuck for how

    To end this ditty

    So rhyme away

    Please,have some pity


    correction(can’t edit!!):When he REACHED 3A

    ☕ DaasYochid ☕

    The life which you mention,

    from days of yore –

    the youngsters don’t know it,

    they all live “next dor”.


    Not bad,D.Y.!


    eclipse ur creative

    but just a wonder

    why are ur posts in rhyme

    like this we r left to ponder

    in the alter hime/ amuligiyuren

    life was much more simple

    people didnt freak out

    just because of one pimple

    being fat was okay

    thats how it was

    but now we r all on diets

    to get rid of extra fuzz

    no cellphones,ipads,you tube

    and a lot more

    thats how it was

    in the previous dor

    but next one will be worse

    with all new things

    with flying cars, and usb’s for the brain

    and lazer beam rings

    so dont complain when

    ur kids use the lingo, and text

    be happy ur in this dor

    and not the next


    That’s why I always say “The good old days are really THE GOOD OLD NOW”


    the good old days are the good old now

    so next time u see an ipod be happy dont have a cow

    in the next dor there will be all new stuff

    things uve never heard of like elkorpees cluff

    people wiill look back and ask in surprise

    do u remember the days of the internets uprise

    the days of cell phones, skype and all of that

    now we have new stuff thats all old hat

    enjoy life now guys!!!!!!!! 🙂

    the twin towers and the recession will all be old news

    at poeple used to go on to yeshiva world news

    i am here

    Those were the good old days, it really was the good old days. With out much to be worried about wit all the new gadgets and technology. This world is so seeped into gashmius.


    Hi eclipse, I really liked your poem-you did a great job in your description. I can really relate to it in a sense when dealing w/ my teenage daughter.

    p.s.:Sorry to go off topic a bit, not only has the technology changed so, so much, but lately so has the level of tznius changed in this very generation of ours. It’s something which is really sad to see & upsets me quite a bit.


    Trust me,I liked my “growing up days” a lot better than these days,BUT WE MAY AS WELL FOCUS ON THE GOOD OF NOW,BECAUSE NOW IS WHEN WE ARE LIVIVG.


    I remember when the bus was a dime and went up to a quarter. I remember buying a slice a pizza and a coke for a quarter or a frank, coke and french fries for a quarter at Crown’s.


    i remember a chu-chu 25 cents,and a collect call, was a joke. now wow things have changed.


    omg,chu-chus!whatever happened to those?and Mazada square gums for 2 cents.


    I remember when bread was nineteen cents a pound, 2 kaiser rolls was five cents and a soda in a cup from a vending machine in the subway station was five cents.


    I remember when couples who got married knew they were old/mature enough to take care of themselves and ready to pay their own bills as rent, tuition,groceries and not be forever dependent on parents.

    I also remember when tuition for 4 at Bais Yaakov of Williamsburg was $36 a month.


    I remember when couples who got married knew they were old/mature enough to take care of themselves and ready to pay their own bills as rent, tuition,groceries and not be forever dependent on parents.

    I also remember when tuition for 4 at Bais Yaakov of Williamsburg was $36 a month.

    Well, maybe that’s why.


    “We are now faced with the fact, my friends, that tomorrow is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now. In this unfolding conundrum of life and history, there is such a thing as being too late. Procrastination is still the thief of time…. The tide in the affairs of men does not remain at flood — it ebbs. We may cry out desperately for time to pause in her passage, but time is adamant to every plea and rushes on. Over the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words, “Too late.”

    Martin Luther King Jr


    Wow,well-written words indeed!


    popa-there’s truth to the connection you made!


    How much rent did you pay for your first apartment?

    Mine was $225 for a 2 bedroom apartment in 1975.


    $375 for the first hole in the wall basement I think,then $425 for the next slightly bigger hole in he wall basement.Early 90s.


    Mine was $225 for a 2 bedroom apartment in 1975.

    And I’m paying well over a thousand for a small ONE bedroom hole. I’m ready to cry. :_(


    Lets put this in perspective. I made $140 a week and my new hubby got a job after Sheva Brochos for $90 per week.


    WHAT talent!!!!!!


    I’m in the “rant” mood, so please forgive me for not playing the game as it was intended:

    Are you from my dor?

    If you are appalled by the chutzpa with which some of the younger members speak / post, you are from my dor!

    If you happen to be 20+ years younger than me, you might not be “from my dor” but you did learn a thing or three from my dor about the proper way to speak about parents.

    Last week, someone really tipped the scale, and the most ironic part is, that even when the error was pointed out (in my oh-so subtle sarcastic way that I’m most proud of) it went clear over the person’s head (or, in one ear and right out the other, which is almost as sad.)

    There, I’m done.


    I thought you, eclipse oomis and I were all the same age, based on the things we value, and the things that hurt us. Now I think they may be a bit older than me (not sure where you fall) but we are DEFINITELY from the same dor.


    bpt,I am TOTALLY into the respect thing.Always was.

    Guardmytongue,my oldest is 19 k”ah.So…

    always here

    same here,(same dor), but I couldn’t remember those prices


    Not remembering?Ha!

    Same dor,alright!


    Eclipse – Well then I guess I was wrong. And reading back I don’t know why I thought that based on your OP, maybe it was something elsewhere. When I was in Israel we called home every 6 weeks, and only if we kept it short! I think my first apartment was $475.

    always here

    eclipse~ I figured (correctly) that you and a couple of the other gals were somewhat younger than me. I had posted my age on another thread.

    but my youngest is (whoa! where’d this last year go?!) gonna be 22 in Adar Bais (March), amush.


    Lots of nachas!!


    ” I am TOTALLY into the respect thing.Always was.”

    Thanks.. but yours was not the attention I was trying to grab.

    From the list of posters, it looks like none of the youngsters are reading this thread anyways. Except for maybe Poppa, who I seem to recall as being in his 20s or 30s.

    Maybe if the thread were named “Generation gap” or something like that, we’d get the kiddies to stop by.

    Oh well, if they miss out, its their loss.


    I remember…

    -When someone gave me for my Bar Mitzva a little (about 6″ by 8″) REEL TO REEL tape recorder. – This was even BEFORE cassette tapes! Wow, was that “cool”!

    -When people judged the kashrus of a product by reading the ingredients.

    -When the New York SUNDAY Times (that weighed about 2 pounds) was 25 cents. – Now I wouldn’t read that rag if it was free.

    -The absolute silence on the subway train on my way home from school the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated.

    -When I spent my first summer in Israel and wrote home on those fold-up airograms, but didn’t call home the whole summer because the only way to make an international phone call was from the main branch of the Post Office on Rechov Yaffo.

    -When people in Israel waited for YEARS to get a phone installed in their home.

    -When I used to get haircuts at a barber shop near the Flatbush & Nostrand intersection for 60 cents, and was upset when it went up to 75 cents!

    -When my great joy of the week was when my father A”H, would take me out on Sunday afternoon for a frank to the only kosher deli in our neighborhood.

    always here

    “-When I spent my first summer in Israel and wrote home on those fold-up airograms, but didn’t call home the whole summer because the only way to make an international phone call was from the main branch of the Post Office on Rechov Yaffo.”

    thanks for the memories!! aerograms & asimonim!


    always here…

    Yeah, asimonim was already the NEXT generation of Israeli phone “technology”.

    Do you remember young people used to wear them around their neck on a string or chain as a “necklace”? – that, or a 9mm Uzi bullet!

    In New York, pay phones used to be a dime for a call, and then went, in one shot, to 25 cents! Now of course, with everyone having cell phones, you can hardly find a pay phone at all (especially one that works!)


    ok fellow greyhaired, a taste of suburbia: Does anyone remember milk in glass bottles with paper seals, DELIVERED to a small box outside your door?

    There was a conversation at home where the concept of a phonograph was mentioned. My youngest(14) perked up and asked “What’s a phonograh?” We explained it was a machine with a round turning surface upon which there was a twelve inch plastic disc with grooves, and an arm with a small needle would ride the groove across the disc and produce music. Her eyes went round and she did not quite believe us.

    always here

    AinOhdMilvado~ yes, I remember.

    … I was one of the last to get a cell fone a couple of years ago, & was shocked to see the public phones had gone to 50 cents a call!!


    Those milk boxes used to get buried in the snow.



    Of course I remember phonographs and vinyl records.

    I was telling my 11 year old grandson about them and he looked at me and said… “But Saba, how did you listen to your music when you were outside walking around?” I said “Well, we did have little transistor radios we could listen to.”

    He said “But how could you listen to the music YOU wanted to listen to?”

    I told him “we couldn’t”.

    He looked at me like I was from the stone age.

    Here’s a bit of trivia…

    Why are record albums called “albums”? (even now)

    The answer…

    Because the first records that came out were 78 rpm records (remember that speed choice on your record player?) The records spun so fast that the record companies could only record ONE song on a side. To sell a collection of songs, they would sell 3 or 4 or 5 records together in ONE (album) cover with envelope type pages in the cover, for each record in the ALBUM (like a photo album). Hence the term ALBUM, which is still used today, even for CDs.


    always – I’m glad to hear you are ‘on of us’ but I have to say I was surprised to hear it. Being ‘always here’online and ‘talking in text’ are so not, well, grey haired behaviors. lol. I thought someone may have hijacked your screen name or you have been hanging out with lots of teenagers. Or you have been drinking from the fountain of youth without sharing…?

    always here

    guardmytongue~ LOL. I very much enjoyed reading your comment above! 🙂

    I’m a (long-time) BT of the ‘Woodstock’ generation, & still love my music (which, I believe, has kept me young)… if that info helps 😉

    I have 4 married FFB chilren, & 4 grandchildren ka’h, B’H!

    I’m ‘always here’ due to some health issues, unfortunately.(please don’t let that be a ‘bring down’).

    iy’H, I hope to continue drinking!… from the fountain of youth that is, duh! lol 😉

    thanks for givin’ me the big smile that’s on my face now! 😀



    I definitely DO remember glass milk bottles, and the aluminum (double layered) milk box that was by my back door.

    My mother A”H, would put a note rolled up and stuck in the top of one of the empty bottles to tell George, our “milkman” ( I still remember his name!) what she wanted for the next delivery.

    I also remember when they had glass bottles in Israel (pre-plastic bags!). The first time I opened a bottle and poured, NOTHING CAME OUT. I didn’t know that the milk in Israel back then was not homogenized, and all the cream came to the top! You had to scoop the cream out of the top of the bottle before you could pour the milk!


    I think there was a major technology boom that began to affect us in the late 80s, when personal computers came out.

    I feel as if my father and I basically grew up in the same world. There were cars, trucks, airplanes. They all ran on gasoline. There were telephones and tape recorders. There were refrigerators and gas ovens. There was heating. (Maybe he didn’t have AC).

    But since I was a child, the world has changed radically. We still put gasoline in our cars, but that is about where the similarity ends.

    So it is hard to feel very exotic for remembering 10 cent milk, when people 30 years younger remember no computers or cell phones.


    Where would we be if Al Gore hadn’t invented the internet?!? -LOL!!!


    popa – I think those of the 10 cent milk are the same who had no computers or cells. I remember computers coming out after I graduated high school and I couldn’t believe the schools bought their own! And our on-screen entertainment was -(yell it out with me)- pong!

    I wore an asimon and could fit my life story on aerograms. When call waiting came out I was floored that you could know a second call was coming, and caller ID put an end to all my childhood fun (is your refrigerator running?) Weather forcasts were 12 to 24 hours in advance from what I remember, not 5 days, and when I told my kid that he has blue eyes because he belongs to the milkman, he said, “what”? (better he shouldn’t understand, I don’t know why I said it) remember bringing car loads of glass 8 packs of soda to the supermarket to get refunds on the bottles?

    always – I think you may have sat next to my husband at woodstock, he was the one with the long hair! (actually we were a little young then but the lifestyle was familiar 😉 )


    If you remember Woodstock, then you should remember that summer was also famous for man walking on the moon!

    I remember the big machlokes among the conspiracy-theorist types, that the moon walk never really happened, but was just staged somewhere. There are still those who believe that.


    I thought you, eclipse oomis and I were all the same age, based on the things we value, and the things that hurt us. Now I think they may be a bit older than me (not sure where you fall) but we are DEFINITELY from the same dor. “

    I make no secret of it – I am in my 50s. Bli ayin hara!

    yossi z.

    Ok someone asked for youngsters to get in on all this. I am 19 years old and have seen quite a bit of what has been mentioned here but never really got the full experience. I remember rotary phones (my grandmother had one and sadly enough when it finally died she couldn’t get another one as they had ceased to exist). My parents still have records and a record player (all speeds). I remember when there were no proper computers, just word processors (and the most you could do on it was hit a few keys and get to see something dance on the screen). Forget computers, I remember type writers. I remember when tapes were as much of a rage as MP4s are now (I missed the reel-to-reel days and never saw one). I remember VHs instead of DVDs.

    That is all I have for now but thanks for the memories those were some good times (and it helps me remember my grandmother who I sorely miss (she passed away right before my 19th birthday almost 4 months ago)

    … zuberman …

    Sister Bear

    My mother remembers driving to New Jersey (from New York) cuz gas was 89 cents. (And I WAS alive during that time too.)

    I remember tapes 🙂 and making the squealing sounds by holding down the fast forward button.

    Baruch Dayan HaEmes – yossi.

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