kraftiekortie wrote:
My father was sort of hip for his day; we had a color TV by 1967.
Of course, we still had to get up to change the channels.
I don't remember the JFK Assassination. But I remember, very well, his brother Bobby's, and Martin Luther King's.
There were always 10 times more Vietcong/North Vietnamese killed than Americans every week.
I find it funny that the doctor's office is called a "surgery" in the UK and its dominions. We actually had house calls until the late 1960s.
We also got milk delivered in a milk crate every day until about 1970. Then, we got milk from the "milk machine" for 35 cents.
I
do remember the JFK assassination, and the death of Pope John XXIII.
I was still getting milk deliveries in the mid 1980s.
We had regular coal deliveries for our living-room fire in the 1960s, then anthracite for our central heating boiler. We had a party-line on our telephone until the mid-1960s.
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