Originally Posted by mrsk

Am glad I'm not the only one from that time era. Boy talk about same things different town. My children always marvel that I had to help mow the grass (for not only our lawn but 3 other connecting neighbors) and my mom would give me a dollar to fill the gas can , and I would ride my bike down the 3 or 4 blocks, fill the can and still have enough(I think it was a nickel) to buy peanuts out of the "vending machine". It was one of those glass filled jars that you put a coin in and turned the crank, like a gumball machine. I ate so many peanuts from that gas station(one of 2 in town) the owner called me peanuts! We never locked our doors, always played outside till the street lights came on, cause then you knew it was time for supper, divorce was something nobody did, and instead of harvest gold, our kitchen was BRIGHT yellowand the playroom was BRIGHT orange. AAAAGH the 70's. I know there' lots more but I won't bore you any further.