I remember wearing new clothes on the airplane. Now when I see people in shorts and flip flops I get grossed out.

For employees to fly in first class there was a dress code.
Coats and ties for men and skirts and dresses or suits for women.
They wasted us to look like the other first class passengers.

Sore thumbs. Him with a tie and I basically wore my professional work clothes.

But in the 60’s and 70’s when I was a kid and we used to get dressed up to fly.

I'd be the only guy in a coat and tie.

Only one, but I look for them in the thrift stores!

We'd get dressed up and go to Cleveland Hopkins Airport for dinner!

You could all go up to the ramp and hangout while waiting. I personally wouldn’t get on till they announced last call or something. No security to go thru. But you had to get past the Harri-Christias. Or at least that’s what we called them. I never talked to them so I really don’t know what their angle was.

I used to love seeing reunions in the airport. Meeting at the curb is just not the same!

watching the person we were dropping off actually get on the plane, and then watching the plane take off. So much more fun than just dropping off someone at the terminal!

I think we were two rings.
As a kid I liked to eavesdrop.

had to careful what you said.

Also remember later on when you only made long distance calls when the rates were lower.

I remember having to learn what her ring sounded like and still being afraid to answer the phone at her house in case the call was for someone else on the same line. And how you had to pick up the receiver to see if anyone was on the line to wait for them to get off before you could make a call. And worrying that someone might pick up the phone and listen in on you. What madness!

great aunts and uncles if if they asked me to. Never knew who was listening in.

I remember having to wear gloves when going to The City (San Francisco)

And having to wear dresses/skirts in airplanes.

In the early 60s my father would never leave for work without a hat, and trench coat over is suit and tie if weather required it. Likewise, my mother attended church with a stylish hat and gloves, and shoes and pocketbook that matched.

Even on weekends.
He was a car salesman.
Chevys, Buicks, and Cadillacs.

When he got home from work, he'd take the coat off, but not the tie.
In his generation a tie really meant something about your social status.

Especially on Easter Sunday. Every year, my sister and I would get new Easter dresses, with little hats and purses and white gloves to go with them. We were so excited to get all dressed up in our new outfits on Easter morning, accessorized with lacy anklets and white Mary Jane shoes.

Back then, we always wore our very best clothes to church, and on Easter, we wore the best of the best. We felt so festive! Checking out everyone else's new finery on Easter was a lot of fun, too.

Having to wear dresses/skirts to school even in the coldest weather. We wore snowpants or jeans under them and took those off when we got to school, but if it was really cold the teachers might let you keep them on all day. (My school was built in 1905 and was sturdy but a little drafty) In winter there were rows of boots drying in the hall. By the time I got to Jr. high/ high school, we were "too sophisticated" for the pants-under-the-dresses bit, but skirts were long and we wore knee socks. Tall boots had not yet come in, but there were snow boots. We wore those and carried our shoes in special "shoe bags".

No sports for girls, and getting hauled into the office when a couple of my friends and I rolled up our skirts and ran on the track. We were lectured for being "unladylike".

An "annex" was added and the school rooms were heated with pot bellied coal stoves.
"Teacher's pets" got to put more lumps of coal into the stoves.

That was so nice, back then.
I also remember 28 cents per gallon gas.
high beams with your left foot.

and Canada and that monster from Mexico.

Who remembers KOMA in Oklahoma or WLS in Chicago?

It could pull in stations from amazing distances. I lived in WA state and could easily get a Russian propaganda station out of Cuba. Radio Havana I think it was.
They don't make radios like that anymore.

It was so much fun turning that dial to see how far away we could get.

I also watched huge wave rollers come up Wolf Bay. You could have surfed on them. Never seen anything like it on our placid bay.
I'm in coastal Alabama.

somewhere @2 AM they stopped suddenly (my memory is not that good - sometime in the morning)

I was up that late because I was writing a letter to my Catholic diocese detailing sexual abuse from the 1960s. It was a strange night.

Kachunk kachunk kachunk kachunk kachunk for about 2 minutes per cycle.
My grandmother swore by that machine, that it was the better substitute for a good washboard scrub *than "them round and round thangs".