One of my Facebook peeps registered a “like” and commented on a random post that included a photo of an old-timey gas station. It had a couple of fire engine-red gas pumps. So adorable. The lettering layered over the photo read “Can you remember as a kid, stomping on the hose that makes the bell ring?” Made me smile.

Now the purpose of the “ding” was to alert the gas station attendant that a customer had arrived. The dude pumped your gas, cleaned the windshield, and even … wait for it … checked the oil, all for around 25 cents a gallon. And no, I didn’t grow up in a foreign country. I can still hear that distinctive “ding” in my head. Especially when … I rode over the hose five or six times on my bike before getting chased off with a tire iron and a smile from the gas station attendant. I deserved it.

Don’t you know the social site is just trying to figure out how ancient their customers are. I pretty much try not to react to their posts and casually shuffle on by … but not before registering a ginormous grin. Gotta admit the ploys are kinda clever. Like the ones with a picture of something kinda weird-looking with the question, “Do you know what this is?” I never react to those either.

One of my personal favorite “What is this?” posts is an enlarged shot of a small flat plastic disc. I knew instantly what I was looking at. Yeah … I’m borderline old. If you were a teenager back in the ‘60s when 45 records ruled the teenage planet, you had bunches of these little weird-lookin’ discs. They were used to magically transform the large hole in the center of the 45 into a teeny hole. This allowed the little 45 to be played on the narrow spindle of a record player meant for long-playing records. Now I realize some of you might not know what a record player is. How sad for you. I LOVED my record player. It reminds me of the Dr. Suess’ book “Oh, the Places You’ll Go” … only an audio version.

Back in the late ‘60s, I had quite a collection of 45s. There was a billboard chart that came out every Tuesday ranking the top-selling songs. Oh, did I mention the small vinyl record logically had the billboard-busting song on the front … and a lesser-known tune that never was played on the back? It was always a race after school to purchase a new single or two before they sold out. Of course, my dad forbade me from purchasing any Beatles tunes. I had several. He didn’t like The Rolling Stones either. “Get Off of my Cloud” was my favorite Stones 45 back during the Stone Age. I think my dad didn’t like the long hair. He was a “folk song” kind of guy.

And last but certainly not least, Popeye the Sailor Man popped into my newsfeed the other day, expecting a response. I recalled it as just one in a long lineup of Saturday morning cartoon fests for the kiddies in the early ‘60s. I always imagined it being a time that mothers everywhere could catch up on their ironing. I liked how Popeye’s adventures always reminded us how eating spinach was so important way back then … and is today, although I prefer it in salad form rather than straight out of the can.

Facebook … the social media site with lots of blasts from the past. Still makin’ us smile after all these years.

Dixie Frantz
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I am a long-time Houstonian in love with writing, blogging, travel, quilting and reading. I have written “You Gotta Laugh,” a humorous newspaper column, for the past 21 years. The columns showcase the funny, amusing and sometimes touching slices of life from the suburbs. My writing credentials include more than 430 humorous columns, features and travel stories for The Tribune Newspaper.