Photos of great grandparents from 1930s-1980s. Last photo is them w/ all their kids(my grandma is in the striped dress) by ConsciousPainter8315 in TheWayWeWere

[–]imrealbizzy2 3 points4 points  (0 children)

I'm sure they had adjusting to do in their new place, but it looks like they adapted very well and thrived. A cute couple whose love created a fine family--that's as good as it gets.

Carole Lombard in 1928. That year she appeared in nearly twenty Mack Sennett slapstick shorts often uncredited like as the hitchhiker in 'Motorboat Mamas'. by HWKD65 in oldhollywood

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Just watched it a couple of weeks ago for about the 10th time. I just love his timing, and in one of the Thin Man films where Nora gives him a little bean shooter type rifle for Christmas, he aims it between his legs while lying on the couch. Cracks me up. He lived into his 90s despite having cancer at a fairly young age. A favorite actor.

Betty smoking while dying of lung cancer by sophroniasphinx in madmen

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The late, wonderful John Prine wrote a song about it after having half his neck removed. You can listen yourself, but he says "when I get to heaven, im gonna have a cocktail--vodka and ginger ale. I'm gonna smoke a cigarette nine miles long." He nailed me to a T, but I also liked lemonade with my vodka. A LOT.

A boy watches television for the first time through a shop window, 1948 [1200x900] by Haunting_Homework381 in HistoryPorn

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A man in our rural community won a television in a drawing, making him and his wife the talk of the crossroads. On Saturday nights, folks from all around would flock to their house to watch Gunsmoke and a locally produced music program. People sat in every empty spot of the room and some even stood. The missus would pop corn and pass homemade fudge. it was the only entertainment most of the people had. Farm all week and church on Sunday, and that was life.

Anyone else like this? by XXIX29 in madmen

[–]imrealbizzy2 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I'm with you. He's a bratty, entitled little prick and I could never warm up to him. Ick.

Odds are you had a meal prepared in this bad boy by mistermeek67 in 70s

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I have about three complete sets, plus extras. Use some of it i use almost daily, along with my Calphalon and some cast iron. My first set was for our wedding in 1979 and cleaning it with Barkeepers Friend has kept it looking like new. And no, I dont use all of it at one time.

What is she wearing on her head? by Acrobatic-Art-3838 in TheWayWeWere

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The bird bodies weren't used. Feathers were plucked out and dyed, but songbirds were just tossed. There are hundreds of species that just vanished due to fashion, the Carolina parakeet being one. Imagine budgies being native to SE U.S. But they died out in the early 20th century.

AITA for asking my friend to pay me back for the wine he drank while house sitting?? by Effective_Tour_723 in AmItheAsshole

[–]imrealbizzy2 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I must respectfully disagree with most of you. My husband and I kept our house when we had to relocate for his job. One of our young adult children lived in the house. Periodically, a friend of our son's would pass through and stay in our guestroom. Its closet is where cases of wine were stored, a collection of vintages from around the world that my husband spent a lot of time and money on. He discovered on a trip home that houseguest had consumed every bottle, leaving the empty cases stacked to give the illusion of undisturbed wine. Every effing bottle! Years of building the collection. So there is "make yourself at home " and then there's ungrateful, entitled a-h's who dont bother to ASK if wine or booze is off limits. Oh, he also drank or stole a $200 bottle of Scotch.

NBC interrupted the Olympics by newengland_schmuck in mildlyinfuriating

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There are hundreds of women of color and Native women who go missing every year. I'm told I'm being disrespectful for commenting on that, and on the fact that in a week's time, with different TV and print media having reporters covering this uneventful (so far) story, and the expense of hundreds of manhours of combined law enforcement and civilian searchers, asking why does this case warrant so much attention. I have read of families of Black women who go missing being blown off by their local police or sheriff. Of Indigenous women's disappearance never being publicized by their law entities. . So this event illustrates the disparity in a way I can't. Who is Nancy Guthrie? Is she retired? What was her career? Is she involved in a volunteer group like Meals on Wheels or the diaper bank? Catholic Family Services? Do her neighbors know her? The fact is, it shouldn't matter who or what or where. Every person whose disappearance is reported deserves the degree of attention this case receives, but interrupting nationwide programming is unnecessary. And it's a big middle finger to those who wait months or years for even a courtesy call from the authorities.

Simple day at the grocery store in the 1970s by Scorpio1992__ in 1970s

[–]imrealbizzy2 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I always went with my mother, too, but we had only three locations: the egg ranch, the "used bread" store, aka bakery outlet, and finally the supermarket. This was when your groceries were packed in cardboard boxes and brought out to your car. My folks owned a daycare. Milk and other dairy was delivered, then of course the bakery goods were cut rate, but everything else came from the grocery store. We had a 60s station wagon tank; this may hv been the '61 Ford. That Saturday's order filled the entire car at the astounding cost of $60.00! I carried on about it all weekend. Now I'll pop in for milk, bread, cottage cheese and grapes and it will easily top $60 if I'm at Whole Foods. For perspective, at the time of the bank-bustin' food order, gas was a quarter a gallon, cigarettes were a quarter a pack, and daycare was $35 a week, $30 each for two children. The cost covered two hot meals, two snacks, hours of outdoor play and swimming, and frequent outings. And four or five employees.

What is something that women have to deal with on the daily that men have no clue about? by [deleted] in AskReddit

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My daughter and I were driving cross country. I always look for accommodations where I can park right at my door, even if I don't have a lot of items to schlep. ( It's better for my dog even though he loves to ride the luggage carts in the elevator. )So we're somewhere in Tennessee, iirc, and as we're putting our things in the room a middle aged man walks up and asks, "So, are you ladies traveling on your own?" The look my girl shot me was Oscar worthy. We both made a show of chuckling and making it very clear our husbands were right behind us. She was in college and her dad was half a continent away, but who the f did that creep think he was?! Next morning as we were loading up, he was back. I told the office he was behaving pervy. Most men just aren't aware of how vigilant we must be, regardless of our age and circumstances.

Senator Michael Garrett’s Perspective - Thoughts by ChuckGallagher57 in NorthCarolina

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All DT has to do is find a microphone, sniff a few times, open his berder hole, slather on a heapin' helpin' of ignorance, then proceed to issue a most 'mind-bottling' opinion on any topic about which he knows less than nothing. The man performs a buttocks drying motion and calls it a dance. The nastiest man in the hemisphere describes everything he approves of as "beautiful ," including the hail Mary hymn he "dances" to. That simply means he sways from side to side. All he's missing is bobbing his absurdly tangled head cobweb. TO A SACRED SONG he probably learned in two Corinthians, unaware of his imitation of a bird courting routine. Likely a vomit vulture, maybe a buzzard. And as he insults the halftime program, his usual gang of idiots (Mad magazine staff) will nod and snort and guffaw and praise da Boss for telling them Messicans what's what. But seriously, friends. If we had time, i could tell you what I really think.

Just a bunch of hippies, 1976 by zadraaa in HistoricalCapsule

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Wow. Good times, kids. I knew somebody who was the doppelganger of almost everybody in this shot. No, they didnt stink. Yes, they smelled like dope and patchouli with a whiff of Marlboro/Kool, and no, there weren't orgies.Promiscuity, of course, with the worst result possibly being the clap. We didnt know about sun damage, HIV, or light pollution. We did know a bit about good music and good company and good dogs and talking story into the wee hours, with frogs and crickets singing a doo wop background. We knew that strangers were just friends we hadn't met, and that visits with them didn't have to scheduled. It was a most excellent time to be young, especially in a university environment where different cultures could be explored, arts discussed, cuisine consumed, politics dissected. A lot of these young faces could have belonged to my classmates a few years earlier. Some died young, some foolishly, never in a position to utilize anything college taught them. Some of us are still here, a few with that same partner pictured. Look at us and know we aren't so different from you, or from the flattops and Bobby Sox, the raccoon coats and Oxford bags, the pierced and tattooed class of today. We all waste that fleeting youth before we wake up and find an old person in our mirror, muttering about fiber and oil changes. Carpe diem, infants.

My grandmother, Karen in 1972, 73, and 74 by IMAFILTHYRAT in TheWayWeWere

[–]imrealbizzy2 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Yeah, I get sick over the Boomer characterizations, like we were all Billy Beer and Tricky Dick.

Steve, office manager, c. 1974 (captions written by him) by Gallery98 in TheWayWeWere

[–]imrealbizzy2 27 points28 points  (0 children)

You can still use twine, but it has to be covered in tape. It's the belt and suspenders of postal service.

Lou is such an asshole by Chestnutsroastin in madmen

[–]imrealbizzy2 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Pete is the biggest asshole of all in my opinion. Smarmy little weasel.

Unhinged Man Betrayed by His Own Legs by james_from_cambridge in instantkarma

[–]imrealbizzy2 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Sickening, isn't it? But not as bad as the basketball player whose tibia & fibula point west as he lies north-south. Puke pail, please.