It was really Old Mr. Johnson, who had troubles of his own… He had a yellow cat that wouldn’t leave his home He tried and he tried to give the cat away He gave it to a man going far, far away, BUT The cat came back the very next day, Oh the cat came back; they thought he was a goner But the cat came back; he just couldn’t stay away. Loved that song. Does anyone remember the song about the guy named Charlie who got lost on the Boston subways (MTA) – “He never returned, no he never returned, and his fate is still unlearned, he will ride forever ‘neath the streets of Boston, he’s the man who never returned…” That’s all I remember.
Does anyone remember the subsequent verses to a sailor went to sea sea sea? Next there was chop, then there was knee, then there was toe. At the end you were saluting, making a chopping motion in the bend of your elbow, touching both your knees and touching both your toes all in sequence while saying [a sailor went to] sea-chop-knee-toe and then coming back up in time to continue clapping and singing. What a workout. Always wound up giggling.
Does anyone remember the felt hats with the feather on the side and your name embroidered across the front? I loved that hat I got from my first trip to the World’s Fair. Between my parents and my schoolteachers, I went back about another 19 times! Wore my “lucky” hat every trip.
Does anyone remember Ben Casey/Dr. Kildare shirts? (Difference was one buttoned up on the left and one on the right – I’ve forgotten which was which). White cotton mock turtleneck shirts with buttons up the side in the early 60s, when there was rivalry going on between Ben C. and Jim K. They were great to wear bopping around the neighborhood with your transistor radio up against your ear. Also, as I recall, shirts that exposed the belly button were not invented in the 1990s. Doesn’t anyone remember those cotton half-shirts with the ruffles that ended somewhere way short of your navel? They were so, so cool – literally and figuratively. By the way, I loved those sunsuits. Had lots of them as a kid. Wish I could still pull that off!
I loved to jump rope in the “Double Dutch” style! However, you had to have two girlfriends that were both coordinated enough to turn the ropes right. What did they call it when you were off in turning the rope–does anyone remember? Yes, double dutch kept me in great shape. Although I was not a very good athlete, I was the BEST at double dutch. I loved timing it just right and jumping at just the right height to make it to the end of a chant. Now I also remember how it stung on your bare legs if you messed up. Didn’t you just have one long rope and one ‘turner’ wrapped the rope around her waist? I forget. Every time I see girls playing this nowadays I secretly wish I could jump in. They would say “Wow, that old lady is really goooood!!!!” Yes, in my mind I can still hear those chants and the slap, slap, slap, slap of the rope and it sounds like heaven. Any challengers?
Does anyone remember this one? Have you ever, ever, ever in your long legged life Seen a long legged sailor with a long legged wife? No, I never, never, never in my long legged life Saw a long legged sailor with a long legged wife. The second verse began with: Have you ever, ever, ever in your short-legged life seen a short legged sailor with a long legged wife…and so on… The third verse: Have you ever, ever, ever in your bow-legged life seen a bow-legged sailor with a bow-legged wife… The last verse: Have you ever, ever, ever in your long-legged, short-legged, bow-legged life seen a long-legged, short-legged, bow-legged sailor with…well, you get the idea. With each verse in the clapping game, you had to move your hands in a certain way that corresponded with the “long-legged”, “short-legged” “bow-legged” parts of the rhyme… and there’s no way I could possibly describe it here! 🙂 – webdiva
Does anyone remember the original Capri pants? Petal Pushers?(Pedal?)Sun suits? I hated those, and my mother used to by lots .. UGH!
Does anyone remember fried marbles? I think that we did that in the late sixties or early seventies. We’d place the mables in a fry pan and heat them for several minutes; then plunge them into ice cold water to cause them form internal cracks. They would look like tiny kalaidoscopes. We could then drill holes through them so that we could string them up for jewelry. We sure did ruin a lot of great puries that way.