kitty56

We still have that here. They don't squeegee or check your oil very often, but now and then they will. But they pump the gas, run your card or give you change if you pay cash. NJ and Oregon don't allow customers to pump their own gas.

GladGradDad

Which is silly even if some people like it.

Skyhook

Remember when:

-Newspaper Help Wanted classifieds had separate sections for Men's jobs and Women's jobs.

-No such thing as maternity leave. If a woman got pregnant she had to quit her job. Women would hide it as long as they could.

-Doctors were men and nurses were women. Principals were men and teachers were women. Pilots were men and stewardesses were women. Bosses were men and secretaries were women.

-Ivy League schools admitted only men.

-Organizations had "womens' auxilliaries." Women couldn't be a member of the "real" organization.

-Doctors would not dispense birth control, even to married women with children. Doctors refused to tie a woman's tubes, no matter how many children she had. (Wealthy women had private doctors who sometimes made concessions that blue collar woman never got.)

-Lots of people thought it was "a waste" to send a woman to college because she was just going to get married. (Wealthy families sent their daughters to college to "find a husband.")

tomofboston

Tuition at Harvard 1960: $900
Tuition at Harvard 2012: +/- $42,000

Dad_of_3

Nothing as exciting as a physical table involving steam. In HS math instead of doing sine such and such on a TI calc, we looked up books with trig and log values for a bunch of numbers. By the time we were in college the some concept existed with values based on pressure, velocity, etc. Thanks to the marvel of google, it brought up images from a well used 1941 edition steam table:
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kitty56

How is it silly?

GladGradDad

Because it's artificially interfering with free enterprise. If people in the other 48 states plus most countries in the world can manage to pump their own gas then they s/b able to manage it in those two states as well. If a station decides it wants to do its own pumping of gas for the customers then that's fine but it shouldn't be a mandate from the government.

But I guess this is getting far afield from the thread topic.

Marian

Just for the record, Cornell admitted its first woman student in 1870.

Hugcheck

When I was at {giant midwestern state U.} in 1975 ish women had just been allowed to enter the front door of the Student Union the prior year.

Washing hair once a week: mid 60's big invention was some sort of powder we put in our waist long hair just at the top to take the oil out so we didn't have to use our (yes) hot and cold running water to wash the whole head more often than necessary.

If you needed an abortion you went to a back alley shop or used a coat hanger and hoped not to die or be maimed. Or if you were rich you could go to Canada. Or you disappeared for a few months.

Fish on Fridays (Catholic neighborhoods).

"Get your nose outa that book and go outside and play."

Mom calling you in from playing outside unsupervised with the neighborhood pack of kids for dinner.

tango14

I remember that dry shampoo. I also remember having a few 45's passed down from my sister that were red and green vinyl. Savings account passbooks where every deposit was written in by hand. We started savings accounts and could deposit money via school (25 cents/wk). Handing out glass bottles of milk at lunch time to have with our brown paper back lunches. Gogo boots. Black lights. Dishwashers that you rolled across the kitchen and hooked up to the water at the sink. Door knockers--nobody I know had doorbells. We still had a treadle sewing machine, although the (very simple) electric one had been purchased for my older sister. Aluminum Christmas trees with a color wheel.

slipjig

-Lead tinsel
-Channels 3,6,10 and UHF
-Sunday dinner at grandmother's house
-Gene London and Sally Starr
-Ice-skating on the "crick" all day, winding your way at least a mile downstream
-Pick-up baseball games
-Swinging
-Building forts in the woods
-Holding kid carnivals, and selling your junk
-Painting on Popsicle sticks and walnuts
-Huge family picnics with kegs of birch beer
-Playing board games, and cleaning them up without being reminded to
-Writing letters to your friend who lived down the street-and mailing them
-The Charles Chips man delivering pretzels and potato chips
-Buying a giant pickle from the barrel
-Bring threatened into good behavior by Mother Superior and her Golden Brush
-Mean, nasty nuns
-Frank's Black Cherry Wishniak soda
-Starting dinner after school while your mom was at work
-Mom and dad coming to our school events and sports very rarely
-Playing cards all the time
-Cigarette and pipe smokers everywhere
-Stamp collecting
-Bobbsey Twins, Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys
-The Bookmobile!

VeryHappy

When I entered [big midwestern university] in 1966, men were not allowed upstairs, we women had to sign out of the dorm after 7:00 PM, and we had to be back in the dorm and signed in by 11:00 PM on weekdays and 2:00 AM on weekends.

Other, more enterprising women quickly learned not to sign out in the first place. Then, they could stay all night with their boyfriends.

I didn't figure that out for a few years.

Birth control pills were common. And no one had to worry about safe sex.

lookingforward

My grandmother had access to birth control- in the thirties.

Slipjig, I watched Sally Starr, 3 Stooges, Clutch Cargo, every evening. Still have an autographed pic of Gene London. And, at some point in the year, our Charles Chips guy would bring fresh, still warm, glazed donuts. The Good Humor guy came around every summer afternoon- and if you begged, would give out free chips of dry ice.

Fuller Brush men.
But hey, the "crick" - are we from the same neighborhood?

MizzBee

Add another crick resident!

MommaJ

Using the right kind of rock to draw a hopscotch grid on the sidewalk (remembered this when my kids asked for "sidewalk chalk").

A glob of Dippity Do and a piece of pink hair tape to plaster down the wavy bangs overnight.

Being impressed that the neighbor's car had "whitewalls".

Full slips, and how racy I felt the first time I wore a half slip.

A circle pin on a Peter Pan collar.

The Jello mold that was part of every Thanksgiving meal, even though no one wanted to eat it.

My mother's glee when a real washing machine replaced the one with the wringer on top.

Canned fruit "cocktail" with those nasty little cherries.

Lettuce being only iceberg lettuce.

Plastic rain bonnets that tied under the chin and folded up accordion-style to fit in your purse (for some reason women never carried umbrellas).