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The Over 40s Club meeting

I used to catch the end of Davey & Goliath on Sunday mornings because it was on just before Hercules. Creeped me the hell out. :wtf:

Hercules, though was cool:



"Iron in his thighs." :rommie:

I'll do you one better:

[yt]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkYaauQkSFc[/yt]

:lol:

My brother and I loved this one!


I don't remember RRH at all. The only reason I have ever heard of it is because in order to save money the makers of the Spider-Man animated series once took a whole RRH episode and just placed scenes of Spider-man in it.
 
^ Me, too! Me, too!

I used to have a Beany and Cecil beanie, but alas, it disappeared into the vast black hole that was my parent's garage.

Did anybody else play marbles or jacks? We never got into marbles much (I can't speak for anybody else, but for me, the reason probably was that I couldn't bear to play for keepsies, and what's the point of playing marbles if you don't play for keepsies?), but we girls went through a period of at least a couple of years where we played jacks a LOT.
 
I used to play marbles when I was very young. A few years ago my mom sent me a box with stuff she'd run across stored in my folks' garage for some 20+ years and, among the other detritus, was a cottage cheese container (Echo Spring, for any other Oregonians on this thread) with my treasure trove of my very best marbles. It was amazing the vivid memories that brought back. I could still remember which were my "playing marbles" and which were the coveted "spoils of war". :lol: Some of my favorites from back then now adorn my aquarium. :cool:

Oh, and I remember the Beany and Cecil (the seasick sea serpent) cartoon, but didn't own any paraphernalia that I can recall. Although, I do seem to remember seeing a picture of me somewhere wearing a "Hurrican Hippy" shirt. :shifty:
 
In school, we boys went through a phase of playing triangle football. Carefully fold a piece of notebook paper along the solid red margin line, lightly wet with your tongue, rip it straight and true, then fold over and over as a triangle. Clear tape or masking tape was used to clad the shape, and the tighter the better.

This was a fun lunchtime activity that aggravated the teachers, but they tolerated it as it was non-destructive!
 
We used to play jacks a lot...that and hopscotch...every sidewalk in the neighborhood had a hopscotch pattern...:lol:
 
^ Oh, we played hopscotch a lot, too (although we had no sidewalks - we played on dirt) - and also jump-rope.

For some reason, jacks, hopscotch and jump-rope were, in my town, girls' only games. Why, I do not know since none of them seem to have any particular feminine qualities, but there it was. Was it the same for everybody else?

Marbles was unisex, as were most recess-type games besides hopscotch and jump-rope (four-square, tetherball), but the triangle football game John describes was for some reason boys' only.

All of which is kind of odd, now that I think about it. Huh.
 
Kathryn, yup same here. Only girls played those games. We also played "A my name is alice" which was done with a ball that you bounced. You had to kick your leg over the bouncing ball for every word that started with the letter you were up to.

Does that make any sense at all to anyone other than myself?
 
A friend and I used to blow up G.I. Joe dolls (the ones that were like a foot tall, mind you) with firecrackers. We'd put them in the middle of the street, with fireworks attached, and leggo.
 
Kathryn, yup same here. Only girls played those games. We also played "A my name is alice" which was done with a ball that you bounced. You had to kick your leg over the bouncing ball for every word that started with the letter you were up to.

Does that make any sense at all to anyone other than myself?


We played A my name is Alice, too, but it was with a jump rope :D. Then there was a double jump rope, which, by the way, I was NO good at :lol:

Marbles was played only by the boys, though my brother let me keep every fourth marble he won...:D I liked the cats eyes; they were pretty.
 
^ We played a lot of jump-rope games, but not "A My Name Is Alice," at least not as far as I can remember. I could do double jumping just fine, but the eggbeater (which is like doubles but the rhythm is less regular) defeated me just about every time.
 
I loved double dutch and excelled at it. Whoever tripped would be a rope turner. I never tripped. :D

We also played a game with an indian rubber ball inside a stocking that we would stand against the school and bounce side to side and 'call' in the classmate. If the classmate got inside the bouncing ball without getting hit, and stood there for a song, they would then get the ball/stocking combo and take their turn.

:lol: I'm not sure if that game had a name.
 
^^ Never tripped, huh? So the name is ironic? ;)

I used to watch Beany And Cecil when I was very young, and I hada Beany And Cecil record player that I used for quite a few years. :cool:
 
In school, we boys went through a phase of playing triangle football. Carefully fold a piece of notebook paper along the solid red margin line, lightly wet with your tongue, rip it straight and true, then fold over and over as a triangle. Clear tape or masking tape was used to clad the shape, and the tighter the better.

This was a fun lunchtime activity that aggravated the teachers, but they tolerated it as it was non-destructive!

We played paper football all the time.

We also played it in the fraternity house, or at least, a beer-soaked variant of it....

:lol:
 
In school, we boys went through a phase of playing triangle football. Carefully fold a piece of notebook paper along the solid red margin line, lightly wet with your tongue, rip it straight and true, then fold over and over as a triangle. Clear tape or masking tape was used to clad the shape, and the tighter the better.

This was a fun lunchtime activity that aggravated the teachers, but they tolerated it as it was non-destructive!

OH YEAH!!! I loved that one! It's how I actually finally learned the rules of the friggin' game that I now love more than anything ... except baseball. But, I digress.

Actually, allow me to digress a moment here because I think it may also strike a chord with the over 40 crowd.

So, you remember that thing they used to call P.E.? Anyone remember what the "E" stood for? Education, right? Does anyone ever remember getting any "education" during that class?

I ask for this reason: not unlike others on this BBS, I suspect, I was a teenage geek (and latent homosexual, but I submit that that is actually irrelevant to this discussion, no matter how much popular myth may argue otherwise.) I had a wonderful father who had been a Jock and sports nut as a kid and young man but who also worked 3 jobs to support his family most of the first 15 years of my life. Thus, he simply never had time to teach me any sports, no matter how much he might have liked to (would have liked to, I later learned.) Consequently, I simply never learned the most basic rules of football or baseball or basketball, hard as that may be to believe. I went into my "physical education" classes expecting to learn these rules, as we did in math and reading, etc. But, no -- at least in MY experience, there was NO teaching of the rules. Boys were simply expected to know the rules, and if you didn't you were teased and called all sorts of unsavory names (faggot being prime among them). The few times I asked for to be directed to ways I might learn the rules I was equally ridiculed. Once I finally learned the G-d D-mn rules to the M*ther F*cking games, I actually was quite good at them. And how did I begin learning the rules? Through that silly little paper football game. Thank God for paper football. Amen, and that's all folks.

Okay, rant over.

Moving on ....

But I still have an unnatural affection for that game. :p

A friend and I used to blow up G.I. Joe dolls (the ones that were like a foot tall, mind you) with firecrackers. We'd put them in the middle of the street, with fireworks attached, and leggo.

Oh yeah, a friend and I did the same thing. But, even more than that, we loved those little molded plastic 2" army men. We'd set up elaborate "minefields" of firecrackers and then set our armies up in equally elaborate patterns. The game was to toss more firecrackers and lighted wooden matches into the throng of army men to blow up as many as you could and/or ignite the exposed fuses of the buried firecrackers to set off even more "fun". And there were also the firecrackers we's attach to the little army men who had those plastic "parachutes"; light the firecracker and throw the army man into the air; watch him float gently toward the ground until ... BOOM!!!!

We were evil little boys. :evil:

I sort of got over that game, though, when my "army man friends" started adding BBQ lighter fluid to the mix. :shifty:
 
^ Re. the "E" in P.E...

If I remember correctly, and I think I am, we were sometimes actually quizzed on the rules for various games. I don't know if this is a gender difference or a regional difference or what, but yeah, we had actual quizzes, though not that often.
 
I played jacks, preferred them to marbles (too easy to lose marbles and you didn't lose in jacks.)

Jump rope at recess, of course. Once, and only once, I was able to jump into a Dutch Double and I was so pleased with myself. *grin* I used to like playing jump rope.

Beany and Cecil! My Mom said when I was a toddler, I adored them. I'd see a worm on the sidewalk and call it Beany (or whichever one was the wormlike creature. I've not seen the show since, uh, 1960 or 61?)

P.E. Ugh. P.E. was all about: doing lame stuff, with mean bitch teachers and meaner students. I was average to slightly above average when it came to doing the stuff, but I was royally bored, bored, bored.

In those days, teachers and kids played favorites and I was almost the last to be chosen due to it. In middle school, once they discovered that I was a damned good goalie in field hockey, I became the first to be chosen. In those few weeks, no one ever scored a goal off of me. Don't ask about my poor sore ankle though.

Ugh, though. P.E. SUCKED. If they had let girls play baseball, that would have been fun. I did like volleyball and was good at it. The rest? All boring rubbish. I'd have preferred dumping P.E. and adding another foreign language class.
 
Ah...PE...I hated that class...What I mostly remember is rope climbing...I could NOT, no matter HOW hard I tried, get past the knot in the bottom of the rope. I could climb a tree, but not a rope...and those...I think they were called horses...The thing you had to run up to and leap-frog over? Nope, couldn't manage that either; not without tripping over my own feet and cracking my jaw on the floor.

The teacher hated me; she never missed a chance to make fun of me in front of everyone; and, after the day she dragged me out of the shower naked to show everyone what a body should NOT look like, (we had individual showers) I skipped PE every chance I got.

I hated it.
 
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