[Old Buzzard]

IF anyone was around in the 1940s ....please also chime in...

I was. We lived thru WW2 in Detroit, MI.
Air raid drills, rationed gas, some food items, tires, etc.
My dad had a small machine shop that made war machine parts.
We used to go to the army depot each week to deliver the pieces.
We raised chickens and had a garden.
We made Oleo by breaking the capsule in the bag of lard and kneaded it til it turned yellow.
We saved the alum foil off of anything that we could peel it off of.
We put it in a Quaker Oats can and turned it in with anything else we were asked to save.
I can remember listening to the big Philco console radio when they broadcast the surrender of the Japs. The entire family was there as my uncles were in the Pacific theater.
Then after the war, we moved to central Illinois with my grandpa. Then out to the country, a wide spot in the "hardroad" called Rome.
I consider myself lucky to have made it this far. Actually, a lot easier than later times. The young folks have a tuff road ahead.
I may have posted this pic before.. Here it is again.

My grade school graduation. I'm the tall geek with the bowtie!
Notice no pocket liner for the pens, either! 😁

 

[Old Buzzard]

I grew up in rural New Brunswick, Canada. I don't remember gas powered washing machines but I do remember in the early 60's our house had a phone that had no dial. You would pick up the receiver and the operator would ask "Number please?" Ours was 117M (it was a party line) my grandmother's number was 370.

Same here. Ours was 2406. 2 shorts and a long on the ring in, AIRC.
The fone had the mouthpiece on the box and the earpiece on a hanger.