Vintage Things That Have Disappeared In Your Lifetime?

[LizzieMaine]

The evolution of the use of the term "jazz" is precisely the opposite of the term "rock." Jazz started out with a very very broad definition and became exceedingly narrow. Rock started out narrow and got ridiculously broad.

By the definition of the times, Al Jolson, Bing Crosby, Rudy Vallee, Connee Boswell, Helen Ward, and Betty Hutton were all "jazz singers." But likely none of them would be considered such today.

 

[vitanola]

It's funny, Jazz just never "sang" to me - maybe I'm too simple and need the chorus / refrain / etc., but it just never touched me like some music does. And as I got older, the smug, snobbish "we're so cool" subset of its fans (again, I know many not-snobbish people genuinely enjoy it) turned me off and probably prevented me from giving it more chances.

Stop by the Iguana over on West 54th street on a Monday or Tuesday evening (reservations are probably necessary, Vince is very popular) and catch Vince Giordano and his Nighthawks. Absolutely no snobbishness, just folke enjoying music and have a heck of a lot of fun!

 

[LizzieMaine]

Seconded. Vince loves the music, and it shows.

 

[BobHufford]

Today I had the sad task of saying goodbye to my dog who was born in the last century.
Dog loved 20s & 30s jazz.
If I could, I would've had a jazz funeral march in the streets in his honor!

Sorry to hear this 2Jakes. We lost one of ours a couple of weeks ago.

 

[Zombie_61]

Today I had the sad task of saying goodbye to my dog who was born in the last century.
Dog loved 20s & 30s jazz.
If I could, I would've had a jazz funeral march in the streets in his honor!

My heartfelt condolences for your loss.

I found it interesting that you mentioned his love of 20s and 30s era jazz. Just last night I read an article online that stated dogs actually do enjoy music, and like or dislike specific genres just like we humans do.

 

[2jakes]

My heartfelt condolences for your loss.

I found it interesting that you mentioned his love of 20s and 30s era jazz. Just last night I read an article online that stated dogs actually do enjoy music, and like or dislike specific genres just like we humans do.

The heart makes no distinction when it hurts for the loss of someone
dearly loved even animals that have been with us for a length of time.
Thanks to all my friends on the FL for understanding.
I ease my pain by telling myself that at least it was a good long life for him.
Not sure if I can go through this again.
But the thought occurs that if I do get another pet.
He's gonna have to do the digging for my grave.

 

[vitanola]

The heart makes no distinction when it hurts for the loss of someone
dearly loved even animals that have been with us for a length of time.
Thanks to all my friends on the FL for understanding.
I ease my pain by telling myself that at least it was a good long life for him.
Not sure if I can go through this again.
But the thought occurs that if I do get another pet.
He's gonna have to do the digging for my grave.

I read your post with my own pooch at my side, and found it difficult to respond. Please accept my condolences for the loss of your little pal.

 

[2jakes]

I read your post with my own pooch at my side, and found it difficult to respond. Please accept my condolences for the loss of your little pal.

Thank you vitanola, I appreciate your thoughts.
I still have Polo. He cheers me up!

I gotta laugh otherwise I'll be bawling all night over my pal that is gone for good!

 

[kaiser]

2jakes sorry to hear about your loss, my condolences to you. May your friend rest in peace.

 

[Trenchfriend]

Still available, in Germany, but half-forgotton and not much seen often, these days:

Yeast-dumplings, with stewed pears or blueberry-sauce or strawberry or what you want. Mmmmmmh...

 

[St. Louis]

Just recently Pompeian Olive Oil discontinued its classic pyramidal glass bottles. I've found ads for them as far back as 1939. I have a few that I've managed to save and now I'm looking for period labels to reproduce. By the way, Pompeian Olive Oil is still one of the very few American olive oils that are made the traditional, high-quality "first cold pressed" way. Almost all other commercial oils are cheap (and much less healthy) blends.

If you ever see a real glass Pompeian bottle, snatch it up!

 

[Bruce Wayne]

Just recently Pompeian Olive Oil discontinued its classic pyramidal glass bottles. I've found ads for them as far back as 1939. I have a few that I've managed to save and now I'm looking for period labels to reproduce. By the way, Pompeian Olive Oil is still one of the very few American olive oils that are made the traditional, high-quality "first cold pressed" way. Almost all other commercial oils are cheap (and much less healthy) blends.

If you ever see a real glass Pompeian bottle, snatch it up!

And yet many olive oils are counterfeit.

http://www.motherjones.com/environment/2016/08/olive-oil-fake-larry-olmsted-food-fraud-usda

 

[Trenchfriend]

I never heared of "mustard-plasters" as home-remedy, before.

 

[2jakes]

I never heared of "mustard-plasters" as home-remedy, before.

"Mustard plasters."

This was my grandmother's "home remedy" for chest colds.

Another "home remedy" was heating up the electric iron.
When it got to a certain temperature,
she would unplug it, wrap it with a heavy towel and place it at the
bottom of my feet. This actually felt good when I had a chill.
Her homemade chicken soup was the best!

The worse home remedy of all was the "enema" treatment!

Don't ask.... just take my word for it!

Another one that ranks up there was being forced to swallow a
large spoonful of castor oil.
Worse of all was when all my aunts, grandmother and mother would
hold me down and forced me to open my mouth.
I put up a good fight kicking and all...but there were too many of them.
I tried to tell them that the worse part was being held down.

In the 50s, it was a requirement to be vaccinated prior to attending
school.
And unlike today....1950's needles "hurt".

 

[BobHufford]

Glitter bank deposit bags.

 

[Zombie_61]

...This was my grandmother's "home remedy" for chest colds...

In the winter of 1981 I caught what I thought was a bad cold, but turned out to be walking pneumonia. Trying to be helpful, my older brother introduced me to a home remedy known as a "Hot Toddy". "Hot water, lemon juice, honey, and whiskey or bourbon. Drink it down while it's hot, then get into bed, pull the covers up to your chin, and sweat it out while you sleep." It didn't completely cure me, but I sure felt a lot better the next morning.

 

[ChrisB]

The local bank. Every town used to have a " first ntional bank of xxxx".In my town, the bank was founded in the 1860s, and lasted until the 1970s, when it went through a series of mergers, and today is now owned by Wells Fargo.

 

[Fading Fast]

In the winter of 1981 I caught what I thought was a bad cold, but turned out to be walking pneumonia. Trying to be helpful, my older brother introduced me to a home remedy known as a "Hot Toddy". "Hot water, lemon juice, honey, and whiskey or bourbon. Drink it down while it's hot, then get into bed, pull the covers up to your chin, and sweat it out while you sleep." It didn't completely cure me, but I sure felt a lot better the next morning.

Hot Toddy's are also quite effective for general malaise, the weariness brought on by a hard day or, on any cold day, to lift the spirits.

 

[Inkstainedwretch]

Groucho: "I've been in bed with a hot toddy."
Chico: "That's-a nice!"
Groucho: "It's a drink."
Chico: "That's-a not so nice."

 

[Zombie_61]

Hot Toddy's are also quite effective for general malaise, the weariness brought on by a hard day or, on any cold day, to lift the spirits.

I suppose that's true, but I never really developed a taste for alcohol so I'd guess a "Virgin Hot Toddy" (i.e., a good cup of hot tea with lemon and honey) might have the same effect on me.

That being said, in my younger days when I drank with friends (mostly because we were bored and there was nothing else to do) I discovered a couple of gulps of Tequila or Mezcal and a beer or two always put me in a good mood with no ill effects the next day; laughs + no hangover = win/win. These days I'm a "one and done" drinker who might have two or three alcoholic beverages a year, and only if we're dining out with friends or at a "family and friends" gathering such as a Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner and I happen to be in the mood for such a drink. To be clear, I'm not a teetotaler and it's not a matter of principle, it's just that I don't often think of having "a drink" because my preferred poisons-of-choice are coffee and Diet Coke.