preach said:DjGreggieP said:
Mmmm rust.
Duke said:I am a bit of a connoisseur of scary '50s cookbook images.
Even I just threw up in my mouth a little. ^^^^^ That looks disgusting.
There was a reality show on CBC recently where they chose an average family to live through what it was like in Canada, usually starting in the 40's with each weekly episode being a decade right up to the 90's
It was called Back in time and our favourite was Back in time for dinner. They remodelled the house for each decade, wore era appropriate clothing and made and ate food suitable for the time. That recipe was on one of them. It's rare that we watch a weekly TV show - and we've never watched a reality show, but this one was good. No fake scripted drama here
In reply to Brett_Murphy (Forum Patrón) :
#2 is me 100%.
We didnt stay out long enough to see the Comet Neowise.
Seeing RossD's picture of his daughter, and the back seat play area in the bug ad brought back memories...
In our '64 bug we had no back seat, just a carpeted deck level with the bottom of the smuggler's compartment. On the deck was a bassinet and the infant/toddler rode in that. No restraints, no back facing car seats.
I guess it was Darwin's theory in full implementation mode. 
In reply to Purple Frog (Forum Supporter) :
Mercury Turnpike Cruiser:
The back window went down into a well behind the back seat.
My aunt had one in the early '60s and she and my mother were driving in it one day. My aunt happened to glance in the rear-view mirror to see her 3-year-old climbing out the window onto the trunk deck at highway speed. Either from natural reaction or presence of mind, she stabbed the brakes which luckily sent the kid tumbling back into the cabin. Otherwise I would have had one fewer cousin.
bigdaddylee82 said:
Eeeeeasy... Eeeeeeeasy...
In reply to Duke :
I have vague memories of playing (and apparently also sleeping) in the parcel shelf/cubby hole of my parents' VW Bug. Makes you wonder how we ever managed to survive childhood.
Duke said:Either from natural reaction or presence of mind, she stabbed the brakes which luckily sent the kid tumbling back into the cabin. Otherwise I would have had one fewer cousin.
If your cousins were anything like mine, then luckily might not be the term you'd use.
I remember travelling to the cottage standing on the driveshaft tunnel with my elbows on the back of the front seats of my Dad's Chevelle SS. Gave me a great view of the road ahead. This was back before children weren't too good to go through the windshield with the rest of the family. Picture isn't of the actually car.
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