Discussion in 'BUSHCRAFT CODGERS' started by Paul Foreman, Sep 18, 2018.
My mind is also like a steel trap. It's rusty and sqeeks when I use it.
I think I qualify on age, 75 next stop, but my late Mrs always used to say, "You're just like a big kid" whenever I opened a parcel with the latest bit of new kit in it..So perhaps even now I'm still an apprentice Codger.
Other qualifications...My first service rifle was bolt action..and if I travelled long distance it was by steam train...
dont pull the thread itll unravel everything
I remember when the crews were digging up the area for what was to become HWY85 in San Jose. (Which I drive 4 days a week now between 17 and 101)
I remember when I-95 was being worked on in Brunswick.
I am one of those guys that I used to think was old at work. But it’s one thing that I’m good at...being at a codger. However if I didn’t have to pass a mirror occasionally I wouldn’t feel this old.
I thought getting old would take longer.
I'm not there yet, so I'll leave you fellows to it. This is pretty funny read to here.
By the way, it smells funny in here. Somebody open a window.
that is a fine vehicle right there ...
Here's a yarn that tells the passing of the years..
I was a 19 year old Seaman aboard a British Merchant ship at the time, we were loading bulk raw sugar at Ocho Rios in Jamaica in the Caribbean and due to take it home to London.
Orders were changed..take the sugar to Montreal and discharge it and then proceed to the Port of Duluth to load grain for (then) the USSR !!
We had spent weeks in the sunshine and now we were going to the frozen lands of the North!!
We made our way to Montreal and at the first opportunity all hands scrambled ashore to the nearest Army Surplus shop and bought cold weather clothing and hats, and a real rag-tag crowd we looked.
Berthing in Duluth we went under the big grain elevators and the ship's holds began to fill with grain, until mid afternoon...and then the noise and dust stopped, men on the dockside gathered in small groups and a strange silence seemed to descend over the port area, even traffic noise decreased.
I was in the Mess Room when the First Mate came in, pointed at the young Deck Boy and ordered him to run aft and lower our British Red Ensign to half mast. The date? 22 November 1963, and we heard to our horror that President Kennedy had been assassinated.
All work ceased for I seem to remember 2 or 3 days, the Mate was going frantic, worried about getting frozen in and not clearing the Welland Canal and the St Lawrence in time. Eventually we finished loading and along with another ship we managed to sail before being completely frozen in.
I think back now when I hear people speak of remembering notable events, and even after 55 years I can remember the stunned silence ashore and aboard ship on that cold, sad, November day.
As a foot note, the deal to supply the USSR with grain after their poor harvest collapsed and we eventually discharged our grain cargo in Ellesmere Port, in England
i'm seven years younger than you and well remember the same date and time, and where i was ...
I was a 15 years old and remember exactly where I was and who I was talking to when I heard President Kennedy had been killed....
My (now wife-then girlfriend) had our first date. I had tickets to a Peter, Paul and Mary concert in Houston. It was cancelled and we went to a football game with no halftime show (cancelled).
I should be so lucky... something to look forward too
Yup, I was sitting in a college history class when a grad student walked in and made the announcement and the instructor made the decision to let us out of class early.
When you ask an ole codger a question he will start his answer with “ I use to”.
If they could only return to Lawrence.
You know the difference between a fairytale and an old codgers story.
A fairytale starts out
once upon a time.
A codgers story starts out
I remember one time..
And a war story starts out
no shit, there I was...
And I remember when Jack Ruby saved the Government a whole lot of money on trials.
Uh oh didn’t know what I started . My people were in Germany being oppressed by the Prussians at the time .
Nov. 2, 1963. I was almost 2 mo. oldand having one of many diaper changes....
I was a sophomore in art class . The toughest teacher at New Haven High , Miss Manifold ,broke down in tears .
Why was the art teacher so tough ? Because every hood and neer do well in the school took art for an easy credit .
We were all torn up though . Blue collar factory town .
I was home from school that day sick, watched the whole thing on T.V.
You still read newspapers? Wow! I thought I was old!
Well, actually I read them online....
I am old and that's why I always read day old news papers (free) so everything is old news which is fine by me.
You know you're old when you FORGOT about this. Thanks Jeff, for the reminder. Somewhere, I forgot where, but in my possession I still have a matchbook cover collection that my Dad (1904-1978) had, places from all over the country. And I'll be he gapped some points with some of them.
There is a section of I 80 near Colfax, California that was opened in the early to mid '60's and after about 11 on Saturday nights there was often so little traffic we used to drag race on it. Now on any given night you risk life and limb even stopping on the side of that area to change a tire or whatever else one stops on the side of the road for . . . . . However, there are places in Nevada ('Blues area) that you can still travel late at night, especially winter, and go for a couple of minutes or slightly more and not see anyone on the Interstate. The major N/S highway on the west side of Idaho - you can go for half hour or more late night winter and not see any traffic. You are a codger there when you actually realize it is prudent to slow down to the road conditions and not a watch, or you could run off the road and not be found til the buzzards in the spring locate you.
Speaking of watches, my grandson asked why I had a clock on my arm, seems everyone is using their phone for that now.
Foulwind, I when I was courting my ex, the drive down to San Jose took about 3 hours, now it's a minimum of 6 to 6-1/2. Did a job on Mt, Umunum and it took 8-1/2 hour to get home once. Hwy 17 is a suicide run now, so good luck and drive a big truck!!
When I was young, there was a 10 mile stretch of country blacktop, 10 miles from the nearest Pepsi machine. They painted 1/4 mile lines, and on Saturday nights the gearheads would come from four towns around to drag. Most were (very healthy) daily drivers, but there were a few hardcores that trailered cars in that weren't licensed. Slicks and open headers. They would post guys a couple of miles apart on each end with a CB (no cell phones then), that were pretending to fix a flat, to keep watch. Drinking beers and burning rubber, simpler times.
Ironically, this blacktop road bordered a section of Old Amish. The kids would hear the cars, and sneak out to watch.
I remember my family's trip from NYC to AZ , after coming back from Japan, in my dad's brand new 1952 Ford. Codger? I resemble that. I remembered him saying that we were now on the Pennsylvania Turnpike and that it had opened 12 years ago. I think we stopped at a Stuckeys or HoJo's for a lunch.
Reading all the posts that mention roads, or Highways, set me to looking through some photographs of my childhood.
I was brought up in a Children's Home and occasionally, when there was enough money left over from the strict budget allowed by the Governors, we would be treated to a 'Day out'. Often a trip to the seaside or a park and it invariably included a picnic ( cheapest way to feed the kids... )
!956, I was 12 and got to take the photograph with a Kodak Box Brownie camera. The road in the photograph is now a 4 lane Motorway ( Highway ? ) and carries rather more traffic than the one or two cars that passed us that day as we picnicked on the grass roadside verge.
I have to qualify, as this thread was started on my 65th birthday!
I always said that I want to jump directly from being juvenile to senile. My wife says I act childish, so I must still be on the uphill swing.
@saxonaxe which one is you?
EDIT: oops, re-read. You were the camera operator.