You know you are getting old when:

[vitanola]

11 years old......that’s remarkable!
I’ve read that the Type A three-finger Hickey is the most versatile.

Yes, but it is harder to make a perfectly smooth bend. Actually Uncle Joe made his own hickeys out of oversized pipe tees. Talk about needing skill to make a smooth bend!

 

[2jakes]

Yes, but it is harder to make a perfectly smooth bend. Actually Uncle Joe made his own hickeys out of oversized pipe tees. Talk about needing skill to make a smooth bend!

The other “hickey” that I made reference to required no skill,
only a willing participant.
To a young guy, somehow it was a badge of honor.

Something that I recall having one applied to me once and
was embarrassed about it.

 

[Fading Fast]

The other “hickey” that I made reference to required no skill,
only a willing participant.
To a young guy, somehow it was a badge of honor.

Something that I recall having one applied once and
was embarrassed about it.

Is that a thing with kids today or have they moved right past hickeys on to more advanced stuff / or do they go by another name now?

 

[LizzieMaine]

I work with a corps of young women aged 20 to 27. Believe me when I tell you there's nothing outmoded or old-fashioned or out of date about hickeys. Sheesh.

 

[KILO NOVEMBER]

You know You are getting old when the first topic of conversation with your friends usually revolve around somebodies health.
'Middle age is when you get Your head together, but your body starts falling apart'

I hesitate to start a post with this, but here goes ... When I was a boy ... my father would take my brother and me to the house of an old friend who lived just a short walk from my grandmother's (father's mother) house where the friend, Mike Buonarroti (no, not that Mike Buonarroti, would cut our hair in his basement. In addition to being a steel worker, Mike was also a barber (Think Perry Como here.)

As first me, then my brother were perched on a high kitchen stool as Mike snipped or clipped away, the conversation between him and my father seemed to consist mostly of "Oh, did you know old man so-and-so died?" or "Did you hear that (some-contemporary of theirs) is in the hospital?"

I don't live in small town with people I grew up with, so I don't get to take part in conversations like that.

 

[LizzieMaine]

Incidentally, in the Era the word "hickey" meant a pimple, a zit, or some other type of facial blemish. When a young woman in 1937 talked about having hickeys she meant she was having a facial breakout.

 

[2jakes]

In my Era, a hickey is what you either gave or received on the neck.
“Making out” or “necking" on the back seat between a boy & a girl.
A pimple was called a "zit".

I was more familiar with the latter.

 

[Fading Fast]

In my Era, a hickey is what you either gave or received on the neck.
“Making out” or “necking" on the back seat between a boy & a girl.
A pimple was called a "zit".

I was more familiar with the latter.

Weren't we all but a fortunate few.

 

[2jakes]

^^^^^

I learned about the “birds & the bees” from the dirty jokes in school.

So naive.

I could not imagine my folks or grown-ups doing that at all.

 

[Fading Fast]

^^^^^

I learned about the “birds & the bees” from the dirty jokes in school.

So naive.

I could not imagine my folks or grown-ups doing that at all.

I grew up in a small house / I had no problem imaging my folks doing it.

I picked up pieces of information along the way, basically put it together and then had it all confirmed / corrected in health class as a freshman in high school '78.

 

[2jakes]

I grew up in a small house / I had no problem imaging my folks doing it.

I picked up pieces of information along the way, basically put it together and then had it all confirmed / corrected in health class as a freshman in high school '78.

You were lucky.
We never had classes on this subject at all.

For the longest time growing up.
I felt like the lowest form of pervert with my curiosity about girls & how
they were put together and why I was attracted to them.

When I finally put it together, I felt better knowing that it was part of life.

 

[Fading Fast]

You were lucky.
We never had classes on this subject at all.

For the longest time growing up.
I felt like the lowest form of pervert with my curiosity about girls & how
they were put together and why I was attracted to them.

When I finally put it together, I felt better knowing that it was part of life.

Looking back, I think some progressive administrator must have snuck it in to the health class curriculum which was mainly CPR, nutrition, bandaging wounds, etc.

It was a big deal to us kids, but the school definitely didn't make a big deal out of it and I don't remember any parents complaining etc., yet, years later, as a young adult, I remember "sex ed" being fought about in schools.

It helped as the classes covered both STDs and birth control - not the stuff I was "learning" about along the way from other kids.

 

[LizzieMaine]

I grew up in a small house / I had no problem imaging my folks doing it.

I picked up pieces of information along the way, basically put it together and then had it all confirmed / corrected in health class as a freshman in high school '78.

I didn't really have any first-hand exposure to it. My grandparents stopped sleeping together in 1939, and my mother gave it up after kicking out her second husband when I was eight years old, and he was only there for seven months. So I learned the "facts o' life" from a book, called, understandably, "Sex." I read this book when I was about ten, and after that there was absolutely no sense of mystery in play at all. The whole business sounded so clumsy and clinical that any curiosity I might have had completely evaportated and I moved on to whatever else I could find a book to read about.

We had a couple weeks of "sex education" in eighth grade hygeine class, but it was basically just a scratchy 16mm film about menstruation and where babies come from. The only thing that I really remember from it is that the teacher pronounced a certain word "penn-iss." I don't know to this day if that was some kind of weird dialect, or if he was just that dumb.

 

[Stearmen]

You were lucky.
We never had classes on this subject at all.

For the longest time growing up.
I felt like the lowest form of pervert with my curiosity about girls & how
they were put together and why I was attracted to them.

When I finally put it together, I felt better knowing that it was part of life.

Don't worry, I'm still waiting for some one to sit me down and have, "the talk!"

 

[Zombie_61]

Don't worry, I'm still waiting for some one to sit me down and have, "the talk!"

My "talk" consisted of Mom saying, "I know you're going out with ******* tonight. I'm not ready to be a grandmother yet." Mind you, my brother and his first wife already had two children, and my sister and her first husband had a son, but I knew what she meant.

 

[Inkstainedwretch]

I was lucky. When I was 14 an older woman (she was 15) undertook my instruction. After that I knew what went where and why. A few years back I reconnected with that lady, now a grandmother, and we brought each other up to date on the vary strange paths down which life leads us. But I will always remember with fondness that time when I learned how two people of opposite sex are supposed to fit together.

 

[2jakes]

I'm still waiting for some one to sit me down and have, "the talk!"

You are in luck!
I read a mention of a 16mm film with regards to this topic.
Perhaps they can enlighten you. Good Luck.

 

[tuppence]

Bea and Doris Day are the last surviving name-band singers of the 1930s, and Doris barely squeaks under the wire. She was with Les Brown for a short time in 1939, but Bea was a prominent singer on radio and with Larry Clinton thruout the latter part of the decade.

The only surviving major radio star of the 1920s is the actress/comedienne Rose Marie, who was signed to a contract by NBC as "Baby Rose Marie, the Child Wonder" in 1929, when she was six years old. She'd been singing on various local stations in New Jersey and New York since she was three years old, where she was well-known for her unusually mature voice and sense of rhythm. She is also the last surviving major radio star of the 1930s.

The last surviving major radio star of the 1940s is Jerry Lewis, and he, again, barely squeaks under the wire. "The Martin and Lewis Show" began on NBC in April of 1949. He was left the last man standing when Alan Young, the bright young comedy find of 1944, passed away earlier this year at the age of 96.

There are still a few supporting actresses and actors surviving from 1940s and 1950s radio, many of them former child actors, but they are dropping fast.

Yes I was listening to Fletcher Henderson when I discovered Rose Marie

 

[Fading Fast]

In the end, both the formal "health class" stuff and the hands on []- in my case, a slightly older girl who (in retrospect I see) wanted a neophyte toy - helped me learn what I needed to. We all get there - but I am glad I had some formal information so that I did understand it better earlier, but the heuristic [] approach to learning this material is definitely more fun.

 

[Trenchfriend]

When you were young at this time, you are now 56 years older:

https://24femmespersecond.wordpress.com/2015/07/24/lee-remick-on-the-cover-of-life/