Bruette
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Exactly, I thought CDs would be the end of LPs. I still have over 200 LPs. I should be looking for a new direct drive turntable.Who ever thought Albums would make a comeback... and record players?
Exactly, I thought CDs would be the end of LPs. I still have over 200 LPs. I should be looking for a new direct drive turntable.Who ever thought Albums would make a comeback... and record players?
I was so disappointed by the death of Bon Scott I refused to buy "Back in Black" That is until I heard most of it on the radio.Caddy Shack was released on this day, 1980. Also on the same day, AC/DC's "Back in Black" album is released.
Imagine going to the mall... watching Caddy Shack for the first time, then picking up a new album.
Being an audiophile, I did. When I heard the first CD, I thought "people are going to accept this flat, clipped sound?" And I guess people without ears did. Then I realized the bulk of people didn't have good enough equipment to realize the difference. They just noticed there were no dust pops or clicks. Unfortunately after America was sold that bill of goods, then same thing happened with the equipment. I heard the first AV "receiver/amplifier" and thought, oh no digital has ruined the "good sound" market. Fortunately a few companies continued to make non-digital equipment, and held on long enough for this resurgence of vacuum tubes and records.Who ever thought Albums would make a comeback... and record players?
Well if you are talking the old fashion kind of direct drive turntable the answer is No, no, no, you don't want one. The belt insulates the platter spindle from extraneous motor vibrations. I suppose if it was a true can motor it would help. Motor technology has improved. On the other hand if there is a turntable out there where the platter IS the motor that might be a different story. I don't know that anyone has designed such a thing yet.Exactly, I thought CDs would be the end of LPs. I still have over 200 LPs. I should be looking for a new direct drive turntable.
I never thought of that. I always had belt driven turntables, only because they were cheaper.Well if you are talking the old fashion kind of direct drive turntable the answer is No, no, no, you don't want one. The belt insulates the platter spindle from extraneous motor vibrations.
They were a good idea fad that didn't really technically pan out. Kind of like the linear tracking "arms". Caused more problems than they solved.I never thought of that. I always had belt driven turntables, only because they were cheaper.
That is one I can identify with. Mel Blanc was on campus for some project when I was a freshman at Bob Jones University (1976). He was actually alergic to carrots. So when working he always had a bucket at hand that after he did the classic line "What's up doc? crunch munch munch munch" he could immediately spit it out of his mouth. They tried all sorts of other fruits and vegetables but nothing had the same sound as a carrot.Happy Birthday, Bugs Bunny!
Yes Sir, i deffinitely do. I grew up on the outskirts of a small town. Grandma in whose appartment i was raised had two brothers. One of her brothers wanted a farm, so after WWII he bought one. His farm was just across the river from our appartment house. Contrary to what most think about communism, there was something as private property. Anyway i've spent a lot of time on that farm, as far as i can remember from being a baby, to a 13 year old rascal. Of course being that young i was not much of help, just playing with cousins who were growing up on the farm. Grandfather when he would get upset at us, would yell: "I'll rip your legs out of your ass!". But he never hit any of us. Watching a chicken get slaughtered was cool. Everything was done by hands and with the help of a horse. Riding the horse drawn hay wagon on top was awesome. After hay was unloaded in the shed, ofcourse we would play in it. Watched grandpa walk the entire field and spread the seeds from shoulder strapped huge rag. Horse would pull the wagon with vegetables to city market where grandpa, later with his son or daughters help woul sell what was grown. The ultimate thing to watch at the farm was pig getting slaughtered and cleaned. Todays kids would probably get PTSD or some other stupid trauma from that, but that was the way and perfectly normal. The horse was quite a character too. As soon as he knew that it was market day and he was strapped to the wagon, he had tendency to already take off when the gate was oppened. Grandpa forgot his jacket and would quiclky run into the kitchen yell at wife to throw him the jacket because the horse took off already. They grew everything they needed, even flowers to make palms out of for Palm Sunday. Really awesome experience and i totally agree-most young people are poor for not having it.Growing up on a farm, a working farm, is something that few experience nowadays. At the time, it seemed a hardship to live away from the town and possibility of neighbors and nearby friends, however looking back it was a wonderful life.
Dad quit farming in 1967, however kept the farm and "supervised" his 4 boys in putting in the corn and raising many litters of hogs, paying our way through high school. We learned how to manage our money to purchase our own clothes also buy our cars and pay for the insurance and gas.
This is the barn on our farm in its hayday, later in the 1970's when we had hogs in there it was not this nice:
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I have many memories of playing in the hayloft, also shooting pigeons in there. The silo they are filling was not present when we lived there. We did not bale hay when I lived there cause we didn't use much for the hogs.
I used to climb up the sliding hay door on the far right without a ladder, just gripping the cracks between the blocks. Later in my early 20's I was a rock climber. Gave that up after college, however.
When we raised hogs, we used to load the manure spreader from the big open doors on the left side.
We also had many sheds on the farm. The sheds in this picture below (on the right of Uncle Mynno) were standing when I was very young. We played in them all the time. They looked falling down when this pic was taken, however we had to tear them down using a tractor in about 1974.
The sheds are just a hundred feet or so from the barn above.
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This is my great uncle. They dressed up back then, even though farmers were considered very poor. The trees on the left are apple trees, the orchard had many varieties and we picked apples in there all the way growing up. They must have used the horses for delivery in the winter due to roads and difficulty in starting the Model T. I know they had delivery trucks then but horses in the picture are beautiful.
Wonder if anyone else has farm memories?
Dave LASM
GREAT to hear your farming story. We did not slaughter animals but watched Dad kill the runt pigs by slamming them on the cement floor. Seems cruel but if the momma had 12 or more babies and only 12 teets the runts would die as they would fight for a place to nurse.Yes Sir, i deffinitely do. I grew up on the outskirts of a small town. Grandma in whose appartment i was raised had two brothers. One of her brothers wanted a farm, so after WWII he bought one. His farm was just across the river from our appartment house. Contrary to what most think about communism, there was something as private property. Anyway i've spent a lot of time on that farm, as far as i can remember from being a baby, to a 13 year old rascal. Of course being that young i was not much of help, just playing with cousins who were growing up on the farm. Grandfather when he would get upset at us, would yell: "I'll rip your legs out of your ass!". But he never hit any of us. Watching a chicken get slaughtered was cool. Everything was done by hands and with the help of a horse. Riding the horse drawn hay wagon on top was awesome. After hay was unloaded in the shed, ofcourse we would play in it. Watched grandpa walk the entire field and spread the seeds from shoulder strapped huge rag. Horse would pull the wagon with vegetables to city market where grandpa, later with his son or daughters help woul sell what was grown. The ultimate thing to watch at the farm was pig getting slaughtered and cleaned. Todays kids would probably get PTSD or some other stupid trauma from that, but that was the way and perfectly normal. The horse was quite a character too. As soon as he knew that it was market day and he was strapped to the wagon, he had tendency to already take off when the gate was oppened. Grandpa forgot his jacket and would quiclky run into the kitchen yell at wife to throw him the jacket because the horse took off already. They grew everything they needed, even flowers to make palms out of for Palm Sunday. Really awesome experience and i totally agree-most young people are poor for not having it.
Interesting to hear our motto came so late, I would have thought around the Declaration of Independence time. Nowadays Christians are practically forced to keep their religion to themselves because of all the accusations of "hate".July 30th
1945 The USS Indianapolis was sunk by a Japanese submarine
She was sunk just after delivering the internal components of the atomic bombs that were later dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
1956 The phrase “In God we trust” legally became the national motto of the United States.
David
All they need is those silly flowerpots on their heads.What goes around comes around? Check out these styles from 1916. Could have been a DEVO concert from the 1970's
I knew several of these people, grandfather and great uncles. I guarantee you, they were not that wild.
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